Slam Dunk Fan Fiction ❯ This Way ❯ Part 6 ( Chapter 6 )

Part 6

A/N: This song lyric is taken *completely* out of context, but it's such a beautiful song nevertheless…

* She breathed new life inside of me

A whole new world she gave to me

Surrendered all she had to me

Even silver and gold

All she asked was my soul* -Ozomatli

I suck softly on the skin over Kiyota's pulse for a few moments, feeling his heart rate speed up. Then I sit up and run my hands lightly all over his upper body. I'm starting to really like the feel of hard planes and soft skin under my fingers.

"Hana…" he murmurs, and I look back up to his face. "You…you seem pretty much okay with this," he chuckles a bit breathlessly.

"Truthfully…" I respond quietly, "I'm nervous as hell. I don't know what I'm doing, ne? But…I think I like it."

"Do you? It feels to me like you know what you're doing…" He gasps as my hands travel over his nipples. I stop there to slowly circle the index fingers of both hands around the hard skin. "That feels good…"

I smile a bit shyly. I was serious, I'm nervous. But I've always been good at hiding nervousness. Once upon a time I reacted with obnoxious behavior. But then I got good at simply hiding it, covering it, like I did with everything else. I'd turned into fucking Rukawa Kaede and the funny thing was, it didn't seem like anyone liked *that* personality any better than the old "do aho."

I lean my head down to lick at a stiff nipple, while smoothing my hand over Kiyota's warm stomach, feeling the muscles clench under my hand. He whimpers softly and I lose my breath for a second. I find myself sucking the hard bud into my mouth and moving my hand to lightly pinch the other one.

"Nnnhh…Hana…" I look up at Kiyota and he pulls me up for a hard kiss. His hands tangle in my hair, and I force my tongue into his mouth. Suddenly my heart is pounding and I've never felt anything like this. He wedges a knee between my legs and I moan as his thigh rubs against the hardness I'd barely been aware of.

Kiyota pushes me back and stares curiously as he slowly and deliberately moves his leg against me again. I gasp and feel my eyelids flutter shut. "Holy shit," he murmurs. I open my eyes and give him a questioning look. "I can't believe…you…really want this…"

I lean toward his face again and kiss along his cheek toward his ear. "Ne, Nobu-chan, can I take another picture of you?" I whisper into his ear before flicking my tongue against it.

"Are you crazy?"

"It's just for me. I don't want anyone else to see it, but I think you look so good right now…you look…sexy…"

This new feeling of need and hunger makes me bold, so I reach for the zipper of his jeans. He's right; it wasn't enough before, and this still isn't enough…

"Wait, just wait a second…" Kiyota murmurs, stopping my hand. "You can take one now, but after this…I don't know…" I nod and grab the camera. He looks so uncomfortable and worried that I want to take his mind off whatever it is about the pictures that bothers him. I sneak a hand up his jean-covered thigh and trace my fingers over the stiff column of flesh beneath his zipper. God, he's so hard. He gasps and closes his eyes, and I get the perfect picture.

I let the camera drop to the floor and I fling myself at Kiyota. After a moment he pushes me up and wraps his arms around me, our chests pressing together. Our mouths join and create a wet heaven. I press my lips, my tongue, my whole mouth over and over to his throat, his head falls back and I love this look on his face…eyes closed, gasping toward the ceiling.

"Why is it like this?" I gasp against his skin. "Why does it feel like this, Nobunaga? It's never like this…I…" He feels so warm and alive in my arms. Strong and yet pliable. He never did get quite as tall as me, but we're not too different now, and he's certainly got more muscles than me now. We're equals…maybe he's stronger than I am, in both body and spirit. "You feel so good…" I breathe into his ear.

"Hana…baby…let me see you…" he murmurs against the side of my face, eyes still closed, breath coming in quick pants. *Baby?* Oh, but I like it…

"Open your eyes, I'm right here," I tease. He opens his eyes halfway and kisses the side of my face.

"No, I want to *see* you…" he responds, reaching for the button of my jeans. As I mindlessly start to open my pants, he grabs my face in both hands and presses a fierce kiss to my lips. "Does this feel good?" he asks a centimeter from my face, his lips rubbing against mine as he murmurs the question. "I l-…I want you, Hanamichi…"

"Yes…" I gasp, finally remembering how to get my pants open. I almost whimper as he runs the long, elegant fingers of his right hand down my chest, teasing my sensitive stomach. But apparently my hand is faster. All of a sudden I realize I am wrapping my own hand around my erection and pant against Kiyota's lips, staring into his eyes as best I can in such close quarters. "Yes…ahh…you're so…" I pull back a bit so I can see him better. "You're fucking beautiful," I breathe.

Kiyota looks startled, perhaps a bit shocked…why? Was it what I said, or what I was doing? Then his eyes drift from my face to my hand, and therefore my…he actually moans out loud at this, and I feel my eyelids flutter in response. The sounds he makes are music…

He grasps my wrist and takes my hand away from my hardness. My fingers feel moist and sticky. I watch in wonder and more than a little lust as he brings my hand to his mouth and licks the fluid off my fingers, eyes boring into mine, the movements of his tongue seducing my body and my emotions.

He slides off the bed and pulls my pants and underwear all the way off. "Is this really okay?" he asks quietly.

"W-well…I…I do want you, Nobunaga," I sigh. "I don't remember ever being this turned on…" He blushes adorably. "But I don't know…what…I…"

"Hey," he murmurs, sliding back up to nuzzle my cheek. "I'm not asking you to have sex with me, ne? But…other stuff…"

I nod. "Hai." I turn my head and kiss him tenderly. "I just can't stop kissing you…" I murmur. He smiles slightly. I know he doesn't really understand what that simple fact means to me. Sure, by now I've kissed my share of girls. But I only ever slept with Ayumi. The weird thing was, we never kissed each other much. It was almost like we were just doing each other a favor, a way to get it out of the way. She just never wanted to kiss me much, it seems. But now…I've never kissed anyone like this. I've never…

"I've never felt like this…" I whisper in Kiyota's ear as I tangle my hands in his soft hair. All my senses are heightened. I swear I can almost hear his heartbeat. "I've never wanted anyone like this…"

"Neither have I," he whispers in return. "I keep feeling like there must be a catch," he chuckles. I pull back, my hands still in his hair, but far enough that I can look him in the eye.

"Why do you say that? Do you think I'm just looking for some action? That I'm lonely enough to take anyone who shows me any interest?"

He shakes his head and shrugs at the same time. "It's just…I mean, you've never even thought about this before, have you? Maybe I'm just afraid of you regretting something…I don't think this is something you've been thinking about as long as I have."

I sigh. "I know…" I bite my lip as I run a hand (I hope soothingly) through his hair. "At the very least, doesn't the fact that you turn me on more than any girl mean that I prefer guys?"

"I suppose. But…"

"It's not just that, Nobu-chan. I swear. It's not just sex. I don't know what this means, but…it feels good. It feels right. Like we're supposed to be like this. You're the person I should be kissing and touching…"

He sighs and hugs me tightly. "I just want you to be happy, baby. You haven't been happy for so long."

"Now come on now…" I smirk, suddenly feeling bad for bringing the mood down. "You don't want to waste a good erection, do you?" I tease, pulling his hand toward my hips.

"Hana, you're such a bitch," he snipes. I laugh out loud. "You think I can't get you up if I want to?"

"I know you can," I grin before kissing my dear, sweet, adorable friend Kiyota.

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