Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Intertwined Felines ❯ One Night of Passion ( Chapter 3 )

Two weeks.

It'd been two whole weeks since New Years. They'd kept it a secret of course. Yuki would go over the edge, Tohru would frown upon it definantly, and Shigure would just poke fun.

Secret was a virtue.

They lay in the fields now, surrouned by flowers and tall grass that went past their knees. Kyou lay on his back, his hands behind his head and gazing into the clouds. The sky was brilliantly clear today, it was amazing. He sighed and looked down at the small girl that rested on his chest.

Yumi was curled up, lying on top of him. Her head rested just below his chin, and she'd drop occasional kisses onto his collarbone. She folded her arms to support her head.

Kyou kissed the top of her head. She was so small. So fragile. He stroked her back as she wriggled against him, sighing happily. She moved her body in such a way that her legs were on either side of him, and she lay on top of him, pressed against him. She ran her arms behind his back, embracing his warm body and musky, sexy scent.

She loved it, that scent. She drank it up every time she was near him, ever since that first kiss.

His hands traveled to the bottom of her back and slipped under her shirt, resting at her lower back. She shivered in delight. His hands were so warm against her cold skin. It was a strange mixture of love and lust.

"Kyou what if Yuki finds out?" she murmured suddenly, bending her head so she could look at him. He didn't answer right away, just continued to watch the sky. Interested, she propped herself up and looked down at his face. The sun shone through the trees, creative dancing shadows across his handsome features. She kissed the tip of his nose.

"I suppose we could convince him or break it off," he replied quietly, not meeting her gaze. He didn't want to think about it.

She blinked, lying on her side. She glanced at the watch on Kyou's wrist. 2:32 AM. The exact time they'd shared the first kiss on New Years while playing spin the bottle. She sighed and curled up against his sleeping body, one of his legs resting in between both of hers. She scooted a bit to kiss his cheek lightly.

A muffled gasp escaped her lips. It was damn near impossible to sleep with these thoughts about Kyou in her head. She let out a small moan when she shifted again, her crotch rubbing lightly against his thigh.

Exhasperated, she reluctantly removed herself from her fellow cat and wrapped a robe around her body, which was covered in a mere bra and panties. She opened the door cautiously, looking both ways before shuffling to the bathroom.

Once she assured herself the door was closed and that she was the furthest from it, in the tub, she dropped her robe. Reluctantly, for the upteenth time since she'd had the kiss, she slipped her hand into her panties, finding her cunt and inserting one finger, emitting a small gasp.

It was a dirty thing, and quite disturbing. But how else was she to satisfy these things? She leaned against the walls, her lip trembling in sorrow and in lust as her index circled inside of herself. Kyou would never do those things; the things she longed for. She wouldn't doubt it, the way outgoing, loud, arguementative Kyou was, but it just didn't seem like it was.

After a couple of minutes, she pulled her hand out and felt a small tear drip down her cheek. She turned on the faucet of the sink and washed the juices off her hand, feeling a bit cold. She slipped her robe back over her body and tiptoed back to her room she shared with Kyou. She peeked in and smiled.

Kyou still lay sleeping, his arms as if he was holding her still. She dropped the robe and crawled into the gap Kyou made for her. Just as I left you, she thought, smiling. She let her eyes droop and she dropped into sleep.

"Dancing!" Yumi clapped her hands and bounced. Kyou grinned. He loved the way her chest jiggled when she jumped and got excited. She had fuller boobs than her small frame showed at first.

"Oh I can't wait! I love dancing, it's so much fun! Where are we going to?" She jumped back onto the counter. She would've run to Kyou to kiss him, or he would've saddled to her and captured her lips while she sat on the counter, if Shigure didn't walk in.

The first thing the inu noted was the overly-large t-shirt that Yumi sported. It was apparently one of Kyou's. Secondly he noted the fact that her slender, smooth legs peeked out just enough for him to whimper mentally. She was so beautiful at times.

She must've realized he was staring at her legs, because she shifted uncomfortably and Kyou cleared his throat.

"What do you want you damn dog?" he growled a bit defensively. No ecchi inu was going to check out his feline. Shigure leaned against the counter.

"First off you're not at school. Again. Kyou, you know you can't keep skipping like this. And Yumi has work to do also. Don't you?" He looked to her, as if to be reassured.

"Well," she began, growing uneasy again at Shigure's impending stare. She felt awkward, "I haven't gotten a package letter lately. So I have no lessons really." She felt the blush rise up on her cheeks. Quickly she ducked her head down so it was invisible to him.

Defeated and at a loss of words, he grumbled and headed to his study. Why was he in a bad mood? It was so unlike him. Maybe he should call Aya. He smiled and closed his door, seating himself at the desk. Ayame could `enlighten' him. A devilish grin crossed his features as he paused at the story he was writing.

Yumi bounced out of the room and posed. She sported a very tight blouse that she'd gotten from Shigure. It clung to her curves, from her lean stomach to her plump breasts. It stopped just above her belly button, and her jeans hung off of her hips, but were baggy. Kyou smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her lips softly. At the parting, he gave her an Eskimo Kiss. She looked girly yet tomboyish at the same time. Her hair was pulled back into a half ponytail, held up by a barette. The curls fell against her cheeks and the back of her neck.

"You look just beautiful," he whispered softly. She giggled and nuzzled into his arms. Reluctantly parting, Kyou went first down the stairs and waited patiently for Yumi to follow suite. She posed for Shigure at the last step, grinning and winking.

"What do you think, Shigure?" she asked politely, bouncing down. Shigure hid his malicious compliment.

"Just wonderful. That shirt suites you well." He smiled and nodded, "You two go and have fun. Be back before midnight. I'm going to Ayame's and I'm going to stay the night. Tohru is staying with Uo and Hana on a camping trip, remember?" He waited for both of their nods, "Now Yuki said he was going to be gone most of the night, so there's a chance that you'll have the house to yourselves. I trust you two."

He leaned against the doorframe as the pair headed down the road, his eyes resting on Yumi's ass. "I have yet to get you," he murmured before turning on his heel and preparing for a night of fun at Aya's.

The music pounded in their ears as they entered. Yumi was automatically engulfed into the club, her excitement showing on her face. Kyou had wrapped a protective arm around her waist, growling at men who stared at her. She led him straight to the middle of the floor, smiling at him in a way he found just delicious to look at. He resisted the urge to kiss her passionately then.

"Come on!" She laughed and spun so her back was to his. He blinked and watched in complete loss of words as she swayed her hips in such a way that only a professional dancer he'd seen on TV would do. She closed her eyes, lost in the music. She moved her hands to place them on his hips, scooting back lightly.

Kyou swallowed when he realized she was coming closer. Her ass swayed dangerously close to his groin, and he almost died. Before he could react, he found his own hips moved in a manner to match hers. It came so easily, it was strange.

Biting her lip, she decided to try something. She slowly walked back again and ground her back into his crotch, satisfied to feel a lump forming. She licked her bottom lip and turned to face Kyou, stopping. Unable to resist anymore, he bent and kissed her softly, soon erupting into a passionate tango of tongues.

Yumi rolled her hips against him again, feeling the newly forming erection grow larger. The blush now covered her face. It was amazing that should could have this effect on men. She spun around to face him and giggled when he pulled her closer to him. She kissed his neck and leaned up to nibble his ear.

"How about we go back home and be alone from prying eyes," she whispered, eyeing the civillians who watched. Several left to the bathroom, probably to pour cold water down their pants, she thought, giggling.

Wordlessly, Kyou led her to the exit of the club, his hand resting on her butt, glaring at the men before heading home again

Kyou closed his door behind him, watching Yumi laugh and fall onto their bed/mattress. He licked his bottom lip and growled teasingly, only to burst out laughing when she replied with her own growl, licking her own lip and gesturing with her index finger.

"Come here you sexy beast you," she edged on seductivly, laying like a movie star in a romance flick. Quite happy to do so, he crawled to her and lay on top of her, nuzzling her neck. She giggled and squirmed.

"Kyou that's my weak spot!" she laughed, realizing her mistake. "OH shit…"

"Oh really?" He kissed where her shoulder and neck met again. She let out a shudder and ran a hand through his hair. He nibbled at her neck, sucking lightly. She sat up suddenly, to Kyou's surprise.

"I," she began, holding up a finger and placed it on his nose, "Will kiss you so passionatly you won't be able to breath the rest of the night and you'll beg for more."

"Oh, when did this become a contest? Ok…" he thought for a moment. His vision traveled from her eyes, which he'd lost himself in briefly, to her puffed red lips, swollen from kissing, to her slender neck, soon, he'd hope, to be covered in hickies, and to the crevice in between her breasts.

She blushed lightly. She'd always been larger than normal girls her age, and sometimes it embaressed her. She snapped back to reality as Kyou continued his counter and entry into their mini kinky-contest.

"I will suckle your breasts so hard you'll think I was a newborn aching for food. You'll think I'm going to fucking eat them." Yumi looked down at her breasts and used her hand to puff them up, which aroused hoots of laughter from Kyou. Her own vision rested on his crotch, which was still the hardon she'd started at the club. Her stomach had butterflies doing dances in it, and her heart beat in her ears louder than any drum. I can't believe I'm going to say this…she thought.

"I will blow you so hard," she started, her cheeks growing hot and red, "You'll think I'm going to goddamn swallow your cock."

He blinked in surprise. Wow, he thought in shock, if she's promising things like this, will she do them? He silenced his moan of agony at the visiual of her giving him head.

"Oh yea?"

"Yea."

"Well I will eat your pussy and lick it so dry you'll think I'm just having sex with you right then. And your cries will turn ME on." Yumi inhaled sharply. On top of his sexy voice, this was too much. She looked at him shocked and finally crawled on top of him, tweaking his nose. She pulled up an imaginary list.

"First, kiss passionatly." She captured his lips, forcing her tongue through into his mouth and licking up the taste of his mouth on hers. The two battled tongues for a long while, their eyes closed. Yumi felt his erection between her thighs, and shivered when she felt it grow. It was such an erotic thing; to feel an erection grow so close to your sex spot.

Finally Kyou pulled away, gasping for air. Yumi giggled and licked his bottom lip, which was also swollen from her attacks on them.

"Toldya toldya."

"Yea yea. My turn." She paused. His turn? What was on the list next? She racked her brain's memory story. "I will suckle your breasts like a baby. Now." He sat up and pushed her onto her back. She landed with a small thud, her heart in her throat. Her lower stomach burned with much more want than desire than she'd ever felt at night. She felt him wedge in between her thighs and just prayed he didn't smell her sex liquids leak from her.

His hands traveled to below the shirt, his thumb sticking into her belly button gently. She giggled and bucked her hips. Hell, it tickled. She lightly kicked his side as he slid her shirt above her chest. For some reason, with his intention mixed in, seeing her in her bra was just more erotic and sexy than usual. He finally ripped the shirt from her chest, tousling her hair wonderfully.

His hands came to lightly massage each plump breast through the material. She giggled and squirmed beneath his hands. He quit the teasing. It was too much to bear now. His hands fell behind her back as he kissed her lips softly. Her own hands followed his and together managed to unlatch the clasp. He removed it quickly and tossed it to the side. It lay discarded with her shirt and soon to be a rather large pile of clothes. He gaped in amazement as she felt a blush warm up her cheek.

He'd be the first to see her bare chest. She closed her eyes only to have them flash open with a gasp as his hands touched them, running his thumb over the hardened nipple. He tweaked them lightly, watching her giggled and weighing them in each hand almost. He kissed the top of one tentively, as if waiting for permission. She only had her head thrown back, relaxed. He didn't want to relax. Not for her at least.

The feel of his kisses all around her chest were good enough. But no. He had to go and envelop her right nipple into his mouth. She gasped and threw her head back, moaning in such a way that urged Kyou on.

His tongue swirled over the swollen spot several times before biting it gently. She giggled, but no more came from her. His other hand rested over the other abandoned breast as he started to suck. She inhaled sharply and let a small noise which Kyou took for a moan. Which was true. Yumi melted in his hands, her breath still a bit light, but starting to get a bit raspy.

His whole mouth engulfed the lump that was her breast, sucking and licking and molding it. His teeth grazed her pale china skin. She felt like she was going to burst. He reluctantly removed himself. She winced as the cold of the room stung her newly wet skin both on her chest and her crotch. He trailed a small line of kisses to the abandoned boob, licking under the crevice before placing his whole mouth over it.

She thought she was going to die. She arched her back, whimpering both because Kyou had her completely at her mercy, and the cold sting on her left breast sort of hurt. His callused palm came to massage it gently, which soothed that problem. But she still felt so vulnerable. She quickly ran through the list, a bit blurred in her vision by passion. Let's see, kiss…breast…blow.

She stopped moving for a bit, which caused Kyou to stop his movements and part from his work, looking up and confused. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed herself up with her arms. Once in a sitting position, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I'm supposed to suck on your long throbbing cock so hard you think I'm going to goddamn swallow it now, remember?" She smiled when she saw a small blush rise to his cheeks as he was at a loss of words.

"Don't say anything…just do as I tell you to and moan." She lightly turned so he could rest on his back on the bed and lightly pushed him so he did so. He landed silently, watching her intently, with no show of cockiness, want, sorrow or anything. Just, a stare. She wiggled herself in between his legs as he pushed himself up on his elbows to watch her more.

"You're sure you want to do this?" He asked her, only to inhale sharply as her hand rested on his crotch, toying with the zipper. She grinned up at him mischeviously.

"Sure I'm sure." Slowly and painfully, she tugged the zipper down, noting his whimpering to hurry up or he'd explode right there. She unbuttoned the pants and reached inside, realizing only after she had reached that he was going her style. Comando. She immediately touched her hardoned dick. Her stomach did a flop as she swallowed and wrapped her delicate fingers around the shaft, pulling it out for view.

Kyou had his head thrown back, in pure heavenly bliss, so he couldn't see the gaping look on Yumi's face. Dear god, were men supposed to get this big? She thought, giggling. She held him firmly in one hand, examining him. Finally, her other hand came up to stroke it gently. Kyou whimpered lightly so it was barely audible and a shiver flew down his spin and through his body.

Yumi felt it, and it only egged her on more. She continued to stroke his length, sometimes going to tickle the pubic hairs that grew at the shaft. They were red, like his other head. How ironic. She smiled and let her whole hands engulf it, rubbing back and forth and almost jerking him off. But not quite. Kyou's moan met her ears. She looked down at her work, dropping her gaze from Kyou's helpless frame. She noticed a small dot of pre-cum on the head.

She really wasn't curious of what it was. She knew very well. But no, she HAD to go and make Kyou cry out. She bent over it and looked it over cautiously. Kyou, oblivious to this, had started to relax when suddenly he cried out. Yumi had licked the small droplet off of his cock, letting the sweet, sour and bitter taste float in her mouth temporarily. It was pretty good. She kissed the top, satisfied that Kyou was shuddering in delight and wincing, asking for more without actually asking for it.

Swallowing her fear, she placed her lips around the tip, immediately flooded with the musky scent and now taste of Kyou. She knew this smell, but the taste was just more erotic than before. He cried out and bucked his hips, sending the rest of his cock into her mouth. At first shocked, she didn't do anything, just held him in her mouth. But slowly, she moved back and forth, enjoying the soft skin with the velvety texture and the familiar scent. Where her mouth wasn't, her finger was, tracing a thin line that trailed behind her red lips, making sure no part was left out.

Kyou only saw stars. He started gasping for air, feeling that the air in the room just wasn't enough to fill his lust filled lungs. She lolled him around him her mouth with her tongue, tickling him. She felt him, if possible, swell more. He cried out in pain as the skin on his dick stretched to allow this reaction. She knew he was about to fall apart. A hand came out to lightly touch the matching sacs that were his balls, tickling them. She finally got a hold of both in one hand, feeling the prickling hair against her callused fingers and palm.

Feeling like he was about to die, Kyou thought it couldn't get any better. She was sucking on his throbbing dick, and now she was holding his balls in her hand and was cradling them. He was about to di.

But boy did she prove him wrong.

She gave his balls a small squeeze, impatient to his resistance to let his sex drink flow into her. He cried out and bucked his hips wildly, sending the erection further into her mouth and releasing his cum into her.

At first it seemed like she could swallow all of it. She tried desperatly to, but found it was too much. Some managed to dribble down the side of her chin as she pulled away. Her hand raised to wipe it away gently, but it was stopped by another. Kyou sat up completely and scooted so she was in between his thighs, his throbbing erection resting on her lap. He wrapped his legs around her and kissed the spot where the cum had blossomed, tasting himself for the first time. His heart did a flop. It wasn't that bad after all. He sucked gently on the spot, to `make sure it was all gone', and gasped as it turned into a full throttle make out.

He pulled away and fell to behind her ear, nibbling and sucking all the while. She smile and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation. She felt the bruise form and the wet spot Kyou left as he moved to a newer spot and started there. Four hickeys, five…she'd lost count. But there'll be quite a few in the morning for Shigure to poke fun at. She didn't care about Shigure right now. She didn't care about anyone except herself.

And Kyou. She ran a hand through his hair, pulling her cheek to rest against his. As if by memory, Kyou pulled up and whispered into her ear, lightly biting the lobe to her accompanied giggles.

"I'll lick you dry, Yumi," he threatened lustfully, picking her up and switching places with her. He lay her down with a dull thud onto the mattress. She looked back up at him with large eyes, heavy lidded with want and showing she was just waiting. Waiting to see what'd he do.

He, almost frantically, started to unbutton her jeans. She smiled and sat up, aiding him. Poor boy was so horny he couldn't do things straight. She kissed his forehead as he, with much frustration, managed to get the button and zipper undone.

"Don't rush, it's ok." Unlistening, he pulled her jeans to her knees, only able to stare in wonder at her. He scooted back and managed to tug the jeans off completely, discarding htem in the pile of clothes they'd started. She was going comando after all also, he thought evilly. He could only stare in wonder at her. She turned her head so he couldn't see her, only a profile view, blushing furiously. It was the first time she'd been completely naked in front of anyone except herself.

Almost automatically, she moved her legs so she was closed off from his view. Making a tsk noise, he placed his hands on her knees and parted them. He saw at this action, she whimpered, and it opened up her wet pussy for him to view.

She didn't shave down there, she didn't think it was right. But now at this moment, she desperately wished she did. It was so embaressing, not being able to see anything because the girl was a chicken. But Kyou didn't seem to mind. She spread her legs just like he wanted her too, listening to him gasp in awe and blushing furiously.

His finger came forwards slowly and lightly prodded the petals of her sex. A gasp arose from her, throwing her head back. He smiled as his finger went inside of her, feeling the juices that clung to the hairs around him. She was so tight! He bit back his own moan of pleasure and felt his way inside of her until he met resistance. He circled once, twice, until she almost cried out in ecstasy. But this wasn't what he'd promised.

It was one thing to do it yourself, it was an entirely new thing to have someone else do it for you. She mumbled unintelligably as he Kyou pulled his finger away. He licked it, to get a pretaste, and smiled when the sweetness filled his mouth instantly.

"You taste like pears, Yumi," he complimented, his hands sliding up and down her inner thigh. He could feel her shivering and moving in anticipation. Slowly he scooted back, his hands staying with their gentle rhythem, until his face was equal with her box. Tentively he came forwards and placed one lick, two, in between the lips. A groan came from her parted lips, and something like the word "More." Well he'd give her more.

He moved forwards and placed his lips on her `lips', lightly breathing into her opening, inhaling her fumes himself. She smelt like pears too. He never noticed her smell, but realized it was the same smell she had all the time. Maybe she'd always felt like this. He resisted a shrug and kissed her spot, deliberatly teasing her. His tongue darted out to run along the outer curls and petals of her sex, accompanied by her moans of complaint and lust.

Her hands flew out to clutch at the mattress' sides, feeling she'd fallen into heaven. She slowly rocked her hips with his kisses, showered with erotic scents. She whimpered against his tongue, helpless and not caring if her scents brought disgust to Kyou. She was in bliss.

Until now.

She cried out and arched her back, trying desperately to keep herself from careening over the edge and Kyou finally let his tongue inside of her, sort of French Kissing her vaginal box. Her moans and cries only led him on, feeling the dwindled erection to gradually pop back up again. Told you, he wanted to say to her, but his mouth was full. He lapped up her rapidly spilling juices eagerly, the taste intesifying and so glorious. He let one index finger of his right hand snake in with him. Where his tongue wasn't, his finger was, much like Yumi's blowjob to him.

That's when Yumi threw her head back and bucked her hips, the orgasm hitting her like an explosion. She felt her cunt spray the fluid out and land mostly in Kyou's mouth. After licking her soaked pussy dry, he sat back up and smiled at her, his finger still probing her insides. She lay sprawled back, her forehead sweaty, watching him intently.

He whistled and grinned again, watching her blush.

"Congradulations. Your first real orgasm," he commented, moving so he lightly straddled her stomach. He pulled his finger and licked it again, surprised to find Yumi sit up and lick it with him. Immediately it evolved into a french kiss, leaving the finger alone. Kyou moved so he was off of her, and they sat lip locked, his arms moving to encircled her waist and pull her closer.

Eventually they moved to where he lay on top of her. He felt her hands move to his throbbing cock and stroke it gently before unbuttoning his cargo pants and sliding them off of his back. He kicked them off impatiently, only to gasp when Yumi grabbed his dick and slapped it, as if to test it's hardness. He whimpered into her ear, which brought a smile onto her face. She let her hands travel up and pull the shirt up above his head, discarding it onto the side.

The two lay on the bed, gazing into each other's eyes, Yumi on the bottom, Kyou on top of her, on his knees and propping himself up, his throbbing erection hanging dangerously close to her waiting cunt. He let it fall against her bush once, twice. Two too many times to her. Her hands flew up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself up to him and hugging him.

He nibbled her earlobe, replying to the husky silence, "I'm going to fuck you so hard you're going to cry, but I'll kiss you so passionatly you'll forget the first time pains and you'll scream out my name, letting it echo in this god forsaken house." She paused, hesitating. She wanted him so badly. It was obvious what she wanted.

"Ok," was her only cocky reply, raising her hips to brush against where his length began, making him shudder. He slowly lowered her to the mattress, his eyes sweeping over her one last time. She was so beautiful. He was going to hurt her in a bit, but it would all go away. He kissed just below her chin as he lowered himself, feeling the heated lips and the curling pubic hair as a good sign. He kept going until he reached the barrier.

He was her first. He was going to do it. Her breath was ragged and heavy wriggling to adjust to this new found object inside of her. "Here goes everything," he murmured before dropping to force a deep kiss onto her, nearly suffocating her at first.

Mentally crossing his fingers, he pulled out slightly and shoved inside of her, stabbing her and breaking the thin layer of skin that showed her womanhood was sacred. Until now. He winced as her scream vibrated into his mouth, his thumbs coming up to caress the hardened nipples.

Pain. It hit her like a storm and sent a shock through her whole body. Her legs tensed up and kicked out, trying to defeat whatever caused the pain, a reflex. Her hands, which rested on his shoulders, gripped them tightly as she let the scream warble through her body.

Kyou pulled from the kiss quickly, heartbroken to see that tears streamed down her cheeks. His face showed concern, confusion and hurt. But Yumi was quickly adjusting to his size.

"Oh god Yumi? Yumi, Christ, I'm so sorry. Here…" he started to pull away when she grabbed the part of the penis which had been pulled out and thrust it back into her. She shook her head, her eyes closed as the tears still squeezed from them. He kissed her forehead and he closed eyelids, caressing her soft face with dots of love.

"Oh dear gods I'm so sorry Yumi I'm sorry I'm sorry," he repeated over and over. She felt herself sniff and open her eyes finally, looking around the room as if someone had caught them doing this terrible feat. She scooted up, engulfing his whole cock inside her tightness and wrapping her legs around his waist. He could only stare into her eyes, lost into the empty vastness. He kissed her forehead and let his lips remain there as he started a slow rhythem, sliding in and out of her a bit roughly at first, but it soon became slick with her juices as they gushed again.

Her vision darkened dangerously as she gasped for air, moaning and raising her hips to meet Kyou's every thrust. She had a brief view of how she'd always wanted this, always needed this. She felt his balls slap against her thigh at every motion, finding it oddly sexy and turned her on more.

Kyou's air came in short supply, feeling the need to inhale more and more, his breath quickening. He had his head thrown back, lost in the ecstasy. She felt so damn good! He bit back the urge to release it all and pounded on.

Her moans echoed through the empty house, getting louder and louder. Finally it escalated to the one cry he'd wanted to hear all night as he slammed into her, quite pleased with himself.

"Oh god Kyou!" she screamed, throwing her head back and tossing back and forth to try and muffle her embaressment, "Gods Kyou go faster dammit!" She arched her back and gasped his names several more times, raising the heat more.

The room stank of sex, and Kyou could tell. It would be hard to mask this one up. "Yumi you're so tight and hot!" he felt himself call out to her, his mouth latching onto one breast and sucking it hard, resisting the urge to bite it. Anything to keep him calm. She cried out, hopefully not in pain. He would've felt terrible then. His hips collided with her's at every thrust and stab. He was afraid that she would be bruised at the morning, along with the 8 dots on her arm he'd left as souveniers. It was too late now, he couldn't turn back time.

Feeling the urge to use her move on him again, Yumi's hand flailed out at his crotch, using her thumb to feel the place where they connected, shuddering at her own lips and his velvety cock inside her. Her hand fell to his balls and gave them a rouch squeeze this time. Kyou cried out and sucked harder on her boob, feeling his climax pounding on the front door.

Yumi was the first to come, throwing her head back in ecstasy and screaming and moaning, her hips raising to his. She exploded and stars erupted in her already blackened vision, her body shuddering at the loss of sexual tension.

As her muscles tightened around his manhood, it practically milked him dry. He too cried out and thrust into her as far as he could, releasing his seed inside of her. The sticky substance clung to her curls as both managed to open their eyes weakly.

He was still inside of her, his erection dwindled down. He let out a final shiver before collapsing to her left, his arm draped across her heaving chest, lightly fingering the small nub. She had to shift lightly so he completely pulled out of her, sad at the loss of the solid cock throbbing her. His legs tangled with hers, both cats breathing heavily as if the air in the room wasn't enough. Yumi held up a finger and shakily got up.

She walked to the window, and Kyou bit his lip as he saw her walk a bit sideways. She opened it up, goosebumps gracing her skin as the cold wind blew against her. It tousled her hair beautifully. Kyou couldn't resist and walked up behind her, himself sore from the recent activities. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands resting on her hips. He pulled her close, knowing she could feel his penis pressed against her back. It had no energy left. He bent his head and kiss her shoulder softly.

"I love you Yumi Sohma."

"And I love you Kyou Sohma." They rocked back and forth, leaning on each other. She felt like her body was going to fall apart, but she could never forget the experiences she'd just had. He moved her back to the bed and lay her down, throwing the abandoned and cleaned sheet over their shivering naked bodies. He held her close as she turned to face him. She hugged him back, her breasts squashing wonderfully against his chest, her pubic hairs tickling his shaft. Maybe another time again, she thought sleepily before her eyes drooped.