Boys Over Flowers Fan Fiction ❯ Four Of Hearts ❯ Chapter 3 - One More Evening Interlude ( Chapter 3 )

 

DISC: I do not own Hana Yori Dango or its characters. They are the property of Yoko Kamio. I make no profit off this story, and will remove it up the written request of Kamio-sama.

 

This chapter covers the week 17 Makin' Lemonaide challenge: “Abstinence makes the heart grow fonder? What happens when your favorite pair are reunited after a long separation.” Yeah, I know this whole story covers this challenge, but what the heck. I'm using it for this chapter.

 

 

 

 

Four of Hearts

Chapter 3

One More Evening Interlude

 

Her eyes were still a bit dazed as she turned to face him. As she blinked at him, he brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face. His smile bathed her in the light of his love. It was… humbling. Amazing. He loved her so much, and she'd been terrified. But now… This was what she'd been fighting against? This was what she had been scared of? How… “Stupid!” she muttered out loud.

 

Instantly, his face changed. “What?!” he exclaimed.

 

Oops. She hadn't meant to say that out loud. Smiling at him, she reached out a hand, wondering at her own temerity, her fingers brushing against the firmness of his erection that still strained against his Lanvin trousers.

 

He'd thought she was about to say that he was stupid - people told him that all the time. He wasn't very good at speaking, he mixed up terms all the time, he knew, but that didn't make him an idiot. And after they'd shared… and then she smiled and reached for that part of him that had been aching for her. Her voice cut through his nerves, soothing them. “Me,” she clarified self-deprecatingly as her hand clasped around him and he gasped.

 

He saw her looking down where she was touching. “I… want to… but I don't know…” Her face scrunched up in embarrassment as she lifted her head and met his eyes. “I love you.” There was a brief pause, then she spoke very rapidly, “HowdoImakeyoufeelthatgoodtoo?”

 

His eyes bulged as he processed her words. And then, he smiled languidly. He'd been good. Souijiro and Akira had talked so much about it - but it had never made much sense to him. In junior high, they'd tried to get him to watch films, but he just wasn't interested. People weren't worth the time - especially women - so what was the point? And then he'd met Makino. By this point, though, he was embarrassed by his lack of knowledge on the subject. Romantic that he was - and master of rationalization - he was sure when the time came, he'd just know what to do automatically. After all, he was Domyouji Tsukasa.

 

Still, deep down, he feared he'd fall short.

 

But that hadn't happened. And now, her hand was on him, although not making any movements. And she wanted him.

 

He leaned in to capture her lips and she surrendered willingly. Her lips opened for him to plunder, and as his tongue teased her own, the flavor of her own essence came to her. She knew it should make her cringe, but instead, she moaned and her hand began stroking his length. If only his damned, perfectly tailored, ridiculously expensive pants weren't in the way, she'd…

 

Why were his pants still on anyway?

 

Shifting in the kiss, her other hand joined the first as it released its hold on him, both lightly tickling as they worked at the buttons on his fly. The release of pressure made him groan into her mouth, and his hands sought and found the smooth expanse of her skin, cascading waves of pleasure running through them both at the touch. Unthinking, she began pulling his pants off, her hand sliding under the waistband, fingers wrapping firmly around the silky smooth hardness of his desire.

 

Breaking from the kiss, he rasped out a savage moan, unlike anything she'd ever heard. Abruptly pulling back, she released her hold on him. “Tsu- kasa?” her voice quavered in concern. “Did I… hurt you?”

 

With a smooth quickness he didn't know he possessed, he divested himself of his remaining clothing, before gathering her to him needily, shaking his head no and releasing a feral sound almost like a growl. “Tsukushi,” he groaned before ravaging her mouth with his plundering tongue.

 

His kiss took her breath away - and all her fears. She reclaimed her… grasp on the situation and reveled at the way he moaned into her mouth in response, stiffening. His movement pulled him slightly out of her hand and she slid it back down to where she'd held before. The reaction was empowering. His head pulled away from her as his eyes rolled back and then shut.

 

Emboldened, she shifted to get a better look at the situation. It didn't really look like she'd imagined from the feel. There were lumpy veins marking the top side. And the head was round like a mushroom or a bulb. But as her hand went up and down, the skin covered and then uncovered the bulb bottom. Other than in her health class text books, she'd never seen one before - and there, it was always shown… at rest, not erect - sort of squishy looking. Here, it was definitely not squishy.

 

The movement of her hand up and down his length were pulling such interesting noises out of him. Part of her wanted to laugh at how he was putty in her hand, but the rest overruled, on fire with desire to give back to him the enjoyment he'd given her. Or perhaps just not desiring to be beholden. However, soon she notices that friction kept her motions from being smooth. Unwilling to give up, she kept up the motion anyway.

 

“Ow!” he exclaimed as her hand jumped and dragged, causing his most protected body part to bend slightly in a way it was not intended to bend.

 

Quickly, she released him. “Sorry. Sorry. I…”

 

As she tilted her head up to meet his gaze, the helpless look in her eyes was beyond adorable.

 

Her brain was running fast, trying to figure it out. For dry skin, you use lotion, right? Her eyes lit up the way they always did when she was about to do something either brilliant or dumbfounded. “Do… you have any lotion?”

 

“Lotion?” His brow scrunched up. “What do you need… Oh.” He was a bit disappointed that things would have to stop for her to go off and get the lotion out of his bathroom, but the fact that she was willing to go this far made it all better. The question was, where in the bathroom did the maid keep his lotion anyway? “It's somewhere in the bathroom. Let me think for a moment. Um…” He closed his eyes in thought.

 

She looked back down to his still hard member. As he continued thinking, she noticed that the size began to diminish somewhat, and it no longer looked quite so daunting. It was starting a turn to become more like the ones from her text book.

 

Well this sucked. She didn't want to break the mood. Not after what he'd given to her. Leaning down, she impulsively kissed it.

 

Both he and his cock reacted in a very similar manner. Both jumped to attention. He yelped out, “Oh my god!” and she was certain from the revived size and shape that if his cock could speak, it would have said something very similar indeed.

 

She smiled as an idea struck her out of the blue.

 

The heat of her mouth hit him like a stroke as she licked up one side and down the other, spreading her saliva as a light layer of lubrication. Her hand grabbed him again and she began stroking - the moisture helping, but quickly drying out. Her movements slowed as she realized this was not a lasting solution. And he sighed in happy gratification, yet disappointment that a pause was still pending.

 

And then he came very near to passing out.

 

She had engulfed him in her mouth, sucking up and down as her hand held him in place for the motion.

 

“Oh, God, Tsukushi!” he bellowed enthusiastically before reaching down and quickly pulling her off of him - just in time. The pulsing stream of steaming pleasure erupted, spurting first to land on her chin. Then her neck, then her chest. Then finally on her hand, that still held the base. She could feel his pulse there, feel him quivering.

 

Looking up, she saw him lying on the bed, eyes rolled back, mouth open in an “O”. His entire body was shaking in time with his prick. His breathing was shallow and ragged. Gently releasing her hold, she climbed back up toward his face.

 

“Tsu- kasa?” she whispered tentatively. His eyes popped open and immediately focused on her own.

 

A breathy “Wow,” relieved her fears that maybe she'd done something wrong. With an effort, he turned toward her, grasping her hand in his own. “You… didn't have to do that, you know?” he whispered.

 

Her smile was like a blessing from heaven as she replied, “I wanted to.” Her face grew more serious as she inquired, “Was… that okay?”

 

Okay? He laughed - he couldn't help it. “I love you,” he declared, his hand reaching for her face, stroking her cheek. And then brushing the first swath of his release on her chin. Ew. He cringed. He'd tried so hard to not get any of that in her mouth, and here it ended up - he looked her over more carefully - all over her.

 

“Sorry about that,” he said. Quickly, he moved, sweeping her up into his arms and lifting her off the bed, bridal style. “Let's go get you cleaned up, and then we'll go to bed, alright?”

 

With that, he carried her off into his bathroom so that he could sponge her down himself with a washcloth, smiling blissfully the whole time.

 

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