"Mura-k-kun" I stuttered, watching as he slowly traced the outline of my underwear with his nose.
"Hmm~?" He answered.
"W-what are you d-doing?" I questioned as his hair tickled my legs.
He looked up at me with his lazy eyes. "What does it look like?" He dragged, nose now trailing along the outskirts of my left thigh.
I let out a breathy moan as his wet muscles invaded my lower lips.
"You shouldn't have taken away my sweets, naughty-chin~!" He breathed.
My hands buried themselves is his purple mane, fingers wrapping around the singular strands as my toes curled. "M-Mura-kun!" I gasped, thighs threatening to clamp shut around his head as they uncontrollably tensed.
"Hmm~" He hummed, the sound reverberating against me as it brought me over the edge.
He slowly peeled away from me and turned his attention to my face. He looked at me, licking his lips as he did so, and grinned at me.
I regarded him with heavily lidded eyes as a bead of sweat dripped down the side of my face.
My breath came out in small puffs of air as I came down from my high, brain fuzzy and disorientated as it could barely register the figure eerily hovering above me.
"Ma, ma~ don't go to sleep on me now, naughty-chin~!" He sung, hands coming to rest beside my face, boxing me in. "I'm still hungry," He breathed, eyes lazily slanting as he leant down to capture my lips.
It tickled. His hair that is, as it brushed against my collar bone and jaw as he continued his ministrations on my mouth.
I squeezed my eyes shut in a lame attempt to stop the tears from dripping down.
At the time, I remembered them to be tears of worry and apprehension. You see, we were step-siblings. It wasn't fair, to be honest, we had met and known each other before our parents came into the picture. Of course, they didn't know this. So, imagine my surprise when my father comes home with my giant of a classmate?
My hands wound themselves in his white shirt, the material creasing under my fingertips as I did so. The material threatened to rip, buttons pop, as my hands further clenched the shirt as his tongue unexpectedly glided across my lips.
I ripped away from him, palms lying flat against his chest as I tried to push him off of me so I could take a much needed breath. "Jesus," I huffed, head spinning as I tried to understand my current predicament.
"Muro-chin told me to invite you over," he had droned, mouth full of chips as he lazily gazed down at my hunched over form. "He said you looked lonely."
"Hey~" He whined, head abruptly falling against my shoulder as his eyes fluttered shut. "I'm tired, you take over," He mumbled, flopping on his side, his eyes still closed.
I deadpanned.
I had later learned that 'Muro-chin' was the foreigner that all the girls seemed smitten over. He was also one of the few who weren't intimidated by Atsushi's towering figure.
He smiled warmly at me, his eyes creasing slightly as he looked up at me. Yes, up.
He was right in his observation of me looking lonely. I had no friends, no one to confide in, lest I eat them. I was a Yeti, apparently. With my lithe figure of 6'6" and pale hair, I was the subject to verbal abuse.
I sat up with my elbows and blew a stray strand of hair out of my face as I warmly gazed at his peaceful face.
My hand gently caressed his cheek, and it was then that he decided to open his eyes.
