[COMPLETED]
(Book #1 of 'The Clever Series')
There couldn't be two people more different than each other, but there couldn't be two people more alike, as well.
Perceptive eyes that notice everything.
Battle of wits, with intense romance.
But what...
Author's Disclaimer: Lime juice has been sprinkled throughout this chapter!
Ren POV
The sun had already begun to stream in through the glass doors of his living room, that faced the west, by the time we sat down to have our lunch. We were both huddled around his kotatsu, feeling quite sated as our hunger (of both kinds) were quenched... for the time being.
Most of our meal was over in the first few minutes and now we were just quietly enjoying our cheesecakes. I didn't even notice him pick up the cheesecake at the grocer's, feeling a little embarrassed since all I remember from the subway station to his place was... him... staring at him, rather.
And the results of that was... where we were now... figuratively as well. We sat next to each other with one of his arms around me, as he was done with his cheesecake and was now scrolling through his messages, stroking my arm that sent little chills down my spine every now and then, that served as a reminder of what happened earlier today.
Amidst mingled breaths, sloppy and frantic kisses, wild tugging at each others' clothes, and feverish movements, were his ghostly touches that ignited more sparks which left a trail of blazing heat, leaving them to spread like a wildfire throughout me.
I sighed at the recollection, still aware of his fingers stroking my arm and doing nothing to dampen my heated thoughts that were slowly getting wilder with every brush of his touch. I took another creamy bite out of my cheesecake, trying to steer clear from my memories of this afternoon, but in vain.
It was probably the horniest and the weirdest tour of a room I'd ever been a part of. After the first two quick and very powerful climaxes that I really didn't remember how I arrived at, I stopped counting. All of me was immersed in pleasure and caged in his arms. I was the reason behind his grunts and he was the reason behind my loud moans, and that left us both in a state of sensual raptures. I was sent over the edge again and again, and with no signs of him stopping any time soon, as he chased his own peaks of pleasure.
Eventually I knew the blueprint of his entire room; from how wide the ceiling was, to how hard the hardwood floors were, from vaguely knowing the number of doors in his cupboard to feeling how hard the ply was, from where his desk was kept to sensing how sturdy it was, from knowing where his gaming chair was stationed to realising the other benefits of its usage, and from spotting the little bedside table where he'd often reach out to rip open a new pack to relishing the softness of his sheets. I realised, after what seemed like hours of exploring each other more than his room, that my hands glided around his body without any difficulty because of how sweaty we'd become.
I forced myself to focus back on my cheesecake. In a way to physically cut my senses from those echos of passion, I lightly cleared my throat, internally embarrassed at how my body was now heating up in anticipation of another round (or maybe rounds, since it was the weekend). I sneaked a look at him to see that he was still flitting through his messages, intently reading them.
I put my desert plate back on the kotatsu, and snuggled closer to him while resting my head on his chest. I squirmed around in his cuddle initially, shifting and closing my legs, as the familiar sensation of pain combined with pleasure wouldn't stop surging again, rendering me helpless in stopping it.
"Renny?"
Oh how that name sounded when it came from him! The name had been uttered by him with a few more intonations and memories attached to it. It would definitely be a while till I would stop blushing upon hearing someone call me with that name.
Because it was the one of the 4 different words I had heard all afternoon including "oh," "yea" and "fuck." Sometimes he would utter them as a lover's whisper into my ears, making me realise that it was definitely one of my favourite ways to hear it, and sometimes he'd say it while just kissing me, which sounded almost like a reverence. Sometimes, when he would grab onto my waist with both his hands, he'd repeatedly utter them as if he was imprinting my name with every hard thrust of his. And sometimes he'd cry out to the heavens, as both of us reached the edge and stilled, reaching our crescendo only to be welcomed with waves of pleasure that would crash upon our bodies, leaving not a single cell (especially in my body) on fire and alive with pleasure.
God, I really need to stop thinking about it! I'm acting like a girl who's never done it before!
I looked at him to notice that he was still looking at me, waiting for an answer.
"Uhm, yea?"
I think I sounded a little breathless.
"I can sense it you know?"
My cheeks caught some fire at that. Of course he'd know! Stupid observant setter, always making me blush... especially with his innuendos. How could I forget of his tormenting ways in Inarizaki?!
He leaned into my ears and whispered, "I really know everything you think about, Renny. Including, when you want me." I could hear him smirk.
Stupid, smarmy little smug setter!
But, feeling a tiny boost of courage, I extracted myself from his arm, causing his face to flutter into an expression that showed slight confusion, only to straddle him, now causing his eyes to widen a little. Feeling more provocative than usual and letting my desires blatantly show itself, I knowingly brushed against him, only to find that he was hard with want as well.
"As can I, 'Tsumu," I replied, noticing that my voice had suddenly dipped itself in the depths of hellfire.
Hmmm... was that my sexy voice?
But without missing a beat, he swiftly picked me up (I instinctively locked my legs around his waist) while kneading his palms into my backside from the advantage of our positions. I noticed that his eyes had turned a darker shade from the warm honey they seemed a while ago, especially under the errant sun streaks that escaped into his living room, and that made the tinge of pain and pleasure I felt earlier, to grow even more fierce.
"Remind me to buy more condoms today," he murmured as he walked us back into his room, placing light kisses on my neck.
"What?! You just opened a new pack today!" I exclaimed, shocked at this new information.
"Oh Ren-chan. You think it's only for today?"
Oh. My. God.
Like I had wished, it was going to be a few more rounds then.
I let out a whelp, as he suddenly threw me on his bed without any warning, and ground himself into me through the scant layers of our clothing, a non-verbal promise of what's to come.
Apparently, my wish (even when not made verbal) was his command.
And I admit, that I did not find that notion disagreeable, at all.
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A/N: It's not your usual mature scene, but it's the kind that I like! Leaves a lot to the imagination, and as a reader, you're in absolute control over how you want it! :)
Also, we're just 10 chapter away from completion guys! :O
