Eros. (Benimaru Shinmon)

♡六十五♡

I opened my eyes shortly and came face to face with muscular pecs of Benimaru Shinmon.

Staring at the ceiling, I knew Benimaru felt me draw circles on his chest with my thumb as my head was resting on his shoulder. My breathing was still slightly ragged. He knew I was tired, yet I was still awake.

Even now, after all this time, he was wondering how we even got to this state...he wanted to wait and yet he gave in to his desires...maybe he wondered what he did to make me love him. What did I found so appealing about him? What attracted me to him so much so that it defied the desire of Akira and Ichijiro not wanting me to have any feelings for him?

He already knew I was different, much different from last time. Instead of accepting something, I looked further into it before making a judgment, unlike most average people especially those who are expected to follow the rules placed by the emperor. I wanted to get to know them better. That was probably because people never really tried to understand me especially when I was determined to join the Hikeshi Bridgade and put an end to Infernalization when I was a child.

While this ran through my mind, I felt Benimaru turned us both over so that he was on his side, forcing me to do the same so he could spoon behind me, cupping my breasts in his palms. "You need to, Sleep and rest."

But right now....all I could do was relish at the moment and drift to a realm of dreams while lying beside Benimaru... Placing his hand on the small of my back, my delicate skin felt delightful under his fingertips.

I hummed softly and shifted closer to him. My warmth put him at ease, and my presence soothed him, but that wasn't all.

It was also strangely comforting. The feeling of being treasured and loved as we both fell asleep content for the first time in what seemed like years.
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When my eyes opened the next morning, I saw that the Sun rays were coming out as nature's easel, giving brilliant color to what was hidden even under the passing starlit night. I had moved my body to get up but realized that I was still in Benimaru's arms. Taking stock, I felt the hand that had been on my breast somewhere else...more specifically, it was tucked between my legs, cupping the warm area he had so recently entered. Feeling how possessive he was of me, I couldn't help but blushed with happiness and shyness at the same time but opened my thighs to slide his hand out. Benimaru rarely falls asleep and when he does it is usually when he is with me or he knows he has time to sleep in, so you could imagine how he pressed his fingers against me instead, staying me from moving his hand. I stiffened and made a small gasp, whispering his name. He softly said into my ear from where he lay behind me, "I've been thinking about last night, Inori." As those words left his lips, I felt him trace the curves of my body with his fingertips.

I was certainly surprised but didn't know what to say, so I let him do what he pleased. He can do whatever he wants to me... How to heck did I become so submissive to him. For a long, drawn-out minute, he merely massaged the lips of my nether region, rubbing slowly. At this moment, I felt I was so inexperienced, though, that this simple act was making my heart pound.

"Beni...Stop...I need to leave..." I muttered while holding back my moans.

"That's not what your body is saying right now," Benimaru answered as he continued to do what he was doing only to have his hand forcefully stopped.

"I need to go back to my house." I answered, " As much as I would like to repeat yesterday night's actions-I need to get some clothes."

"Stay here and I'll get you some," Benimaru mumbled as he pecked across my neck and down my collarbone.

I take my hand and push his head back and bring myself upwards.

Today I feel his presence lingering between my thighs and somewhere inside my mouth. The traces of his scent on my hands. I can almost feel his heavy breath on my chest. His nose on the curve of my neck. Whispers in my ear, moans, eyes worshipping every curve, hands hungry for something only I can serve, lust-filled desire for wishes that can only be granted by me. Warm skin blanketing warm skin. Feeling like for once my body is doing something it should.

I forced myself up, ignoring the searing pain between my legs and over to my folded, soiled kimono and down back to the bath. The moment I step into that hot water, once I wash every trace of saliva, juices, kisses, caresses and semen that was present on me.

I let myself sink into hot spring. The warm water immediately had a relaxing effect on me. I really needed this.

As quickly as I came in the water and wash my body, I finished. I was having deep regrets putting this kimono on but it wasn't like I had an extra pair of clothes and Benimaru's clothes was huge on me.

"I just needed to quickly make my way out of Asakusa," I told myself.

And I exactly did just that.