Touru to Shidou/Touru and Shidou

~*~*~*~*~Shidou

The week was crazy busy. We both had school and work after wards. I got off a little earlier than Touru did, so I’d make dinner for us. I really did like cooking. He’d clean up and then we’d work on our homework. Tuesday, we went to see Joseph and we talked about what I’d written Touru and how that made us both feel. I liked Joseph, he was nice and understanding. He gave us a couple of exercises to do with each other and by ourselves to help figure out how we’d get through college. He also encouraged us to think about getting Touru a phone. Touru said the reason he didn’t have one was because he couldn’t afford one but when he could, he would. It was a pretty good session.

Wednesday, I went with Dad to get my tux. Touru went with Mom to make sure his dress was adjusted correctly. I told him he could wear the silver one if he wanted and he just smiled at me. While I was out with Dad, I managed to get him to talk to me seriously about sex. He apologized for laughing at us and told me what I wanted to know.

On Thursday, Dad told me that he’d gotten an objective judge, or at least one he was pretty sure not connected to Touru’s family’s church. There were, of the ten judges that could hear the type of case Touru had, three in the church and two more who had family in the church. He also told me they’d set the arraignment for next Wednesday, and that he was pretty sure we’d both have to go to that. When I told Touru, he held onto me a long time. He didn’t cry or shake or anything, just held on to me as we sat on the couch. “I can do it,” he said after a long time.

“I know you can, my love.” Trying to change the mood, I asked, “So, what color corsage should I get you?”

He laughed at me, “Any color you like.”

“Awww, c’mon, tell me, please,” I begged, nuzzling into his neck.

He tipped his head away from me, “Nope.”

I began kissing his neck in earnest, “Please tell me.”

He moaned softly, “I want to surprise you.”

I moved us so that he was lying under me on the couch, “But, what if I get the wrong color?” I asked, nibbling on his ear.

He sighed, his hands wandering under my shirt, “You won’t.”

“How do you know I won’t?” I asked, my hands under his shirt, pulling it up.

“Because the same colors will go with both dresses,” he answered, lifting a little from the couch so I could pull off his shirt. We hadn’t had time to do more than shower together since Sunday. We also had been too tired to do much even in the showers, beyond kiss and rub up against each other until we came. I wanted to love him a bit more and I was glad he was in a mood to let me, even if he was being a brat.

I kissed his mouth while he pulled my shirt up. His fingers teased at my nipples when I wouldn’t let him take my shirt off. I broke our kiss, “Tell me, please.”

He pouted, “I want to surprise you, love.”

“You’re not gonna tell me no matter how much I beg, are you?”

He shook his head, “No, I’m not.”

I sighed, letting my head fall to his shoulder, “Can I still love on you, though?”

“You seriously think I’d tell you no?” he asked, his voice a little sharp. I looked at him and he smiled at me, “If you stop, you’re sleeping on the couch.”

“But, not all the way, right?” I asked softly.

~*~*~*~Touru

His eyes were so soft when he asked me, full of understanding, “Not till tomorrow night, so we don’t have to worry about getting enough sleep for school or anything. I want to have time to savor everything with you.”

He kissed me softly, “And recover?”

“Yeah, that, too,” I admitted.

He let me pull off his shirt, his hands caressing me everywhere he could reach, “I got Dad to talk to me seriously, so you won’t hurt as much.” He began nibbling on my shoulders a little.

“Oh?” I asked tipping my head so he could get to my neck.

“Yeah. I’ll show you tomorrow. Now, I want to concentrate on what I have, please.” His lips tickled my neck as he spoke

“I’ll let you,” I sighed. He began slipping down my body, his lips touching everywhere all at once. I held on to him, clinging as sensations claimed me. He nibbled a little on my chest and I held him tighter, crying out. I could feel his hands pulling open my pants and I lifted my hips for him to get them off.

He pulled away from me and looked at me as he pulled my pants off me. His hands caressed my thighs and the look in his eyes kept me from feeling self-conscious. His eyes held desire and love, so much warmth that I had utterly no qualms over my scars or anything with him. He stood from the couch and removed his pants, letting me look at his body as he knelt between my legs again. Without a word, he bent over and began licking my shaft. I screamed, arching into his touch, my hands wrapping around the arm of the couch over my head. I could feel his hands caressing my legs as he continued to lick me. It felt so good, I thought I’d come from just that. He moved his mouth, though and began licking my hips and the scars on my abdomen, following the biggest one up until he was laying on me. His lips and tongue were on my throat as he settled on me, his body arching a little as his hips came in contact with mine. I groaned, cried, begged. He slipped down my body again, his lips going again to my chest, his hands on my legs.

“Please,” I begged.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice dark by my chest.

“I don’t know,” I whined, “but please, please.”

“I love to hear you beg,” he murmured, his lips going lower on my body. His hands held down my hips and I felt his mouth wrap around my shaft, hot and wet. He sucked and I could feel his tongue moving as his lips slid lower. I tried to thrust into his heat, but he held me down. His mouth moved up and down me and I screamed, my back arching as I came hard in his mouth.

When I was aware again, he was kissing my stomach, tracing my scars. Very slowly, he made his way up my body and I could feel myself getting aroused again. I laced my fingers through his hair, enjoying the softness of it as I watched him devour my body. His lips found mine again and I could feel his hardness against me. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth as he rocked slowly against me. My hands caressed his back, one reaching as low as I could and slipping between his cheeks, feeling them squeeze and relax as he ground slowly into me. I felt his moan in my mouth and through my body.

Our pace remained slow and languid for a long time. His lips left mine and explored my neck again. It felt so good to be able to take our time. I worked my hand lower, stretching to reach what I could. I felt him moan again and his pace picked up a little and his lips went to my ear. I slipped my legs up around him, holding him as closely as I could while his pace continued to increase. I could hear him panting in my ear. I could feel my own need for orgasm building again. “Please,” I whispered, holding him, my arms going around his back.

His lips found mine again and his movements became almost harsh. I rocked with him, matching his pace, his need. I was starting to feel light-headed from our kisses when he pulled away from my mouth, moaning my name as his body convulsed on me. I felt my own orgasm just a hair’s breadth away and rocked into him, triggering it.

~*~*~*~Shidou

I wondered if Touru knew how sexy his voice was when he called to me as he came. I could feel him shuddering under me. I couldn’t wait to find out what it would feel like to be inside him when I made him come like that. I let my body relax on his, feeling his legs slip from around me. We both panted, both of us shaking a bit as we rejoined our skin.

We must have fallen asleep on the couch, though, because the next thing I knew, Touru was crawling off the couch, half awake, looking for his computer. I followed him into the room, watching as he picked up the clothes from the floor and put his shirt on his chair before dumping the rest into the hamper. My stomach itched and I looked at the clock. It was just past four in the morning. I groaned and went to the hall closet for a wash cloth, using it to clean myself and then washing off Touru. The only sign he gave me that he was aware of me was a pat on the shoulder. I crawled into bed and fell asleep again.

The sound of water running in the shower woke me again when the clock read just past six. I stretched and crawled out of bed, pulling on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt to make breakfast in. I was almost finished with the French toast when he walked up behind me and kissed my neck. “Mornin’ love,” I whispered.

“If last night was a preview of tonight, I can’t wait,” he murmured against my neck, making me shiver.

I pulled the pan off the stove and pulled him toward me, “Last night was me loving you like I’ve wanted to all week but we haven’t had time. Tonight, will be me loving you.” I kissed him deeply and he moaned around my tongue, surrendering to me. His trust in me was intoxicating, I couldn’t get enough of him.

He pulled back slowly, “We still need to get through school. And, I expect to dance with you at the prom.”

“You’re evil,” I groused.

“Maybe,” he grinned at me, going to the fridge and pulling out milk.

I walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around him, “So, what color?”

He laughed at me, “That didn’t work last night, what makes you think it’ll work now?”

“Had to try,” I whined as I let him go and put our breakfast on the table. I kept trying all through breakfast until he told me he’d wear jeans if I didn’t stop.

While he did dishes, I took a shower. We were going to go to school in my car instead of walking today so we’d have it for tonight. When I came out, he was leaning against the front door, a half smile as he watched me. I’d deliberately left my clothes in the room and walked slowly from the bathroom to the bedroom with nothing on. Just before I could get anything on, he called me. I stepped into the hallway again, “Yes?”

“Nothing. I just wanted to see you again,” he grinned, his cheeks bright red.

“I’d offer to let you touch, but I think that would make us late. Take a rain check on that?” His face was bright red as he nodded. I blew him a kiss and went back into the room and got dressed.

When I came back out, he was still leaning against the door, looking thoughtful. “What is it, Love?”

He pouted at me, “It’s been a month since you first offered me a rain check and we still haven’t been to a movie.”

I grinned, “We’ll go this weekend, okay?”

“Okay,” he smiled at me.

~*~*~*~Touru

I was nervous the whole day. No one else at school had said anything negative about Shidou and I dating and we weren’t hiding it, either. We arrived at school together, holding hands most of the time, and left together. A lot of people knew we were living together, too. I’d gotten a few strange questions about the mark I’d left on him, but for the most part, people just treated us normally. I wondered if that would stay the same after they saw me in a dress. At lunch, I went to the computer lab to find Shidou had sent me a short email telling me he was excited and, though he wanted to know, he really wanted to be surprised by which dress I wore. I smiled and felt a little more relaxed the rest of lunch.

Jason, a friend of Shidou’s, came up to me just before last period. We had the same class and he’d talked to me a couple of times since we’ve been together. “Hey,” he said.

“Hi,” I replied, putting my things on my desk.

“Umm, this might sound weird, but, well, Shidou said you were coming in a dress?” His cheeks were red and he wasn’t quite looking at me.

“Yeah,” I answered, waiting.

“It’s not…well, I’m not into guys, but, I was wondering, if you and he don’t mind, if maybe I could, well, y’know…” he muttered something that I couldn’t make out.

“What?” I asked.

“Uh, well, that is, I’ll see you tonight, then?”

“Okay,” I responded, not sure what he was getting at.

I had the chance later in class though, the teacher having given up trying to get us to pay attention. Jason came and took the seat in front of me that had been abandoned by its normal occupant. “What I was tryin’ to say is, well, he and I’ve been best friends for like since second grade, and I’ve never seen him so happy. What I was…ummm…tonight, you’re going to the dance, right?”

“Yes, we are.”

“I haven’t asked him, yet, but, do you suppose, maybe, ummm…it’d be okay if I asked you for a dance? Just cause you’re going out with my best friend and I’ve always danced with his girlfriends and…” I think he would have kept talking the rest of the day, apologizing or something. He was so nervous, it was a little funny.

“It’s okay with me if he says it’s okay,” I cut him off.

He grinned sheepishly at me, “I was babbling, wasn’t I?”

“Yeah, a bit. I won’t bite you, I promise,” I returned his grin.

“Nah, I let Shidou have all of that.” My cheeks got hot, really quick and he laughed, “Sorry, dude, but you did leave a nice mark on him. He was proud of it. He’s very proud of you, too. Tells us all about what you write, has made us read some of it, too.” He shrugged, “We wish you guys the best, y’know.”

“We?” I asked.

“Yeah, basketball team. We all have first lunch, well, most of us do, and we eat together. We’re all friends. We’re happy for you guys. It’s hard to be in a bad mood when Shidou’s so happy, so it’s good for all of us.” He grinned at me again, “But, I still get my dance.” He winked and stood up just as the bell rang for the end of the day.

Shidou was just outside the door to the class room. Jason told him he’d see him later and waved at me before leaving. Shidou took my hand, “What was that about?”

“He asked if he could have a dance tonight,” I answered. “Seems he’s danced with all your girlfriends, so it’s my turn, I guess.”

He blushed and leaned down to whisper in my ear, “I didn’t want to be there that long.”

I could feel my cheeks were warm, “We have all weekend, my love. A few dances won’t ruin anything.”

He took my backpack away from me and held my back to my chest. I could feel he was partially hard. I moaned a little and he whispered, “I’ve been thinking about tonight all week, all day, Touru.”

I couldn’t hold back my groan, “But, I like dancing, Shidou. Pictures and four dances, please?”

“It starts at seven, right?” he murmured in my ear, guiding me to the car. I nodded. “We can stay till nine, then, okay? Then, the rest of the night, you are mine, okay?”

“Yeah,” I breathed out. I almost lost my balance when he let go of me to open the door.

~*~*~*~Shidou

When we got to my…my parents’ house, Mom and Mama were there. They made us eat quickly and pulled Touru into their room after telling me I could get dressed on my own. We had almost three hours. What could take that long? There were a lot of giggles and laughter from behind the door and when I tried it, it was locked. Mom yelled at me to go get dressed.

I sighed and went into my old room. There, I thought about what I wanted to do to Touru after the dance. It’d been so hard last night to hold back, to not go all the way with him. He was so…beautiful, there really wasn’t another word for how he looked when he was aroused. I pushed my pants down and fondled myself, thinking of last night, after the dance, everything I wanted to do, everything I wanted him to do to me.

I came hard, surprising me at how quickly it happened, but I felt more relaxed. Getting through the dance wouldn’t be so hard now. I would be able to dance with him. I looked over at the clock, surprised to see I had less than half an hour to get dressed. I wiped off my hands on my clothes and shoved them in my backpack before changing into the tux Dad and I had gotten. It would work for both tonight and graduation, for which I was glad. I hated shopping, personally. I was out in the living room with time to spare.

Mom and Mama were giggling as they led Touru out, hiding him. I could see his head. They’d tamed his hair into ringlets. They’d done something to his face so that his eyes even more beautiful than they were before. When they stepped aside, my jaw went loose and all the blood in my body left. He was wearing the green dress, but the way the color was, it made him look like he was standing in a spot light. Though it covered more than the silver dress, he looked amazing. Green was a very good color for him.

He walked over and in the heels, we were the same height. He stopped just shy of touching me and bent over to whisper “breathe” in my ear.

I gasped, looking at him, “You look amazing.” I wrapped my arms around him and his arms went around my neck. Off to the side, I saw a flash, turning to see Pop grinning from behind a camera. I made a face at them and the camera flashed again. Touru laughed and we endured more pictures before they let us go.

“What about my corsage?” Touru asked, grinning at me.

“Oh, yeah.” I went to the trunk and pulled out the small box I’d picked up at lunch. Inside was a purple orchid nestled in silvery grey lace. I gestured to his collar, “May I?”

He touched my hand and I held the flower so he could look at it better. “Both our favorite colors?”

“I thought it was the best one they had,” I said softly.

Very gently, he touched my cheek, “Thank you for tonight. It means a lot to me.”

My hands trembled as I pinned the corsage to his dress. I kissed his cheek quickly, “It means a lot to me, too, Love. And not just for what we plan to do later, but it means a lot to me to make you happy.” I looked in his eyes and they glistened in the starlight.

“The only thing missing is Thalia and my parents,” he whispered.

I held him and looked up into the sky, “Mr. and Mrs. Marcus, Thalia, I promise to take good care of your son and brother.”

~*~*~*~Touru

I looked up to the sky while he held me and the stars wavered. I felt a sob catch in my throat and managed to whisper around it, “I’m very happy.”

He brushed my cheeks, “Don’t cry, your make up’ll run and we’ll have to go back in and get them to fix it.”

I smiled and kissed him, “It’s okay. Shall we?”

He opened the door and bowed to me as I entered. He made sure my skirt was all the way in the car, though I think it was an excuse to touch my legs. When we got to the dance, he opened my door again and held out a hand for me to use to get out. Since I was in a formal, I was going to play the part all the way. It was fun to play a girl from time to time, especially with a gentleman. Thalia had liked to play the gentleman to my lady. It felt so much different with Shidou, though. There was something wonderfully tender, honest about how he treated me.

He held the door open for me and the music washed over us. There were several couples dancing already, as well as a few in line for pictures. He guided me over to the line, “Let’s get these before we dance.” He kissed my neck lightly and I shivered, “You look so amazing, Touru.”

I turned to face him, “So do you.” I let my hands rest on his chest and got lost in his eyes. It was a touch of a rude awakening when someone tapped me on the shoulder.

Jason was grinning at us, “It’s your turn.” When I moved away from Shidou, I heard Jason say, “Damn, if I didn’t have a girl, I’d go for him.” I looked over in time to see both Shidou and his girlfriend slap his arms. I think I must have given him a look because he then said, “You do look really good in that, Touru, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

I blushed, I’m sure, and murmured, “Thank you.”

Shidou and I went and had our pictures done. The photographer gave us an odd look, but so had the one that’d taken Thalia’s and my picture. He didn’t matter, really. We then moved into the dance. A lot of people said hi to us, mostly Shidou’s friends. I knew he was popular, but this really was the first time I saw it. Several girls came up to me and started just talking to me like I was one of the girls. They fussed over my hair and corsage and dress and everything. One leaned over and giggled, “Too bad we can’t take you into the bathroom, then we’d really talk.”

“And why can’t we?” another asked.

The first one looked at her, “Because, while we know and don’t care he’s a guy, there are those who’d protest.”

“They just need to get their heads out of their asses,” the second grumbled.

I broke in, “I don’t want to cause trouble.”

Another muttered, “You are. You look too good in that.” One of the other girls smacked her arm. “Well, he does. The guys keep looking at you.”

“Only because they’re not used to seeing another guy in a dress,” I didn’t want to cause any hard feelings when I was finally feeling like others were accepting me.

The first girl leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Don’t mind her, Touru. She caught her boyfriend cheating on her yesterday.” She leaned back, “I’m Angela, by the way,” she held out her hand to me. I took it, smiling.

Shidou came over, smiling at me, “If you don’t mind, ladies, I’d like to dance with my date.” He held his hand out to me and led me onto the dance floor.

~*~*~*~Shidou

Touru danced well, allowing me to lead and swaying easily with me. He looked so happy, his eyes glowing every time he glanced at me. We danced through three songs before Jason came and tapped me on the shoulder. “May I cut in?” he asked, his date, Rachel, I think her name was, standing next to him.

I grinned at Touru before saying “sure” and moving to take Jason as my partner. He laughed and swatted my hands away. “I thought you wanted to dance,” I whined playfully.

“With Touru,” he groused.

“Aren’t I good enough?” I teased.

“No!” he replied, moving to bow to Touru.

“Okay?” I asked Touru and he smiled and nodded. The next half dozen dances, I wasn’t allowed to dance with him, all the other guys taking their turn. He looked happy, so I let him dance. Sometimes, I’d dance with the date of the guy who’d taken Touru from me, sometimes, I’d just watch him. He was so different from the dreamer who’d held up the wall a month ago.

Gods, was it only a month ago we’d met in person? It was hard to believe. It seemed so much longer and shorter, like I’d known him forever and as if we’d just met.

I was surprised when the DJ called the last dance. I reclaimed Touru from the rest of the team. “Last dance is mine,” I declared. Everyone laughed, especially as their dates declared the same of them. It was a slow song. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that Touru was in my arms, his hands on my shoulders, his eyes happy as he looked into mine. “Have you had a good night, Love?” I asked, though I knew the answer.

“It’s been a dream,” he whispered, leaning into me. “It’s been like a dream. People have been so nice. They didn’t overwhelm me. And I’m with you. I get to go home with you.” He pulled away, “I’m sorry we stayed longer than you wanted to.”

“I’m not. You’re happy. That’s what matters. As you said, we have all weekend. If you wanted to go out after with everyone, I’d take you. It’s up to you.”

He shook his head, “I want to go home after this.” He wrapped his arms around my neck and whispered against my neck, “I’ve been waiting all week, too.”

I led him out of the dance, ignoring the invites for food after and the teasing about someone “getting laid tonight.” Touru leaned against my shoulder, radiating contentment as I held him and that’s really what mattered to me. Before I opened his door for him, I kissed him softly. His arms went around my neck and he pulled me in for a longer kiss, still soft and gentle, but longer than I’d given him.

There was some laughter and cat calls. I looked up to see the rest of the basketball team and their dates watching us. “You’re just jealous,” I yelled at them.

Laughter and a few denials and a few shouts of “hell yeah” came back to us as I opened Touru’s door and helped him in the car. He was blushing and I bent down to kiss his cheek before closing the door behind him.

~*~*~*~Touru

It had to be a dream. This whole dance, the whole day. I sighed and leaned back against my seat after unlocking Shidou’s door. I could see him in the review mirror, teasing some of his friends as he walked around. This was so different from the first time we left a dance together. I sighed, thinking of how much had happened in a month.

When he got into the car, Shidou leaned over and kissed me. I turned and kissed him back and he pulled away from me. “If we don’t stop, I’m not sure I’ll be safe to get us home,” he whispered hoarsely to me.

I nodded and sat back in my seat, watching him as he drove. I don’t know why, but I started thinking of my cousins, how they’d tried to ruin everything for me. I started feeling depressed and scared, even though I’d just been so happy. Every time I was happy, they’d do something. What would they do to ruin tonight?

When we got home, I ran out of the car and into the apartment, into our room and slammed the door behind me. I could hear Shidou calling me, but I’d scared myself into near hysterics. I heard him knock on the door, calling my name, his voice sounding low, like he was kneeling. “Touru, what’s wrong?”

“I’m not allowed to be happy. They’ll hurt me or you and ruin everything,” I sobbed.

I felt the door move. I think he was leaning against it. “They’re not going to do anything to us, Touru. If they do, then there’re things we can do, remember?”

“But,” I sobbed, curling in on myself.

“Touru, please, open the door, let me hold you at least,” his voice sounded pained.

“But,” I sobbed again. I couldn’t move. I was too scared.

“Touru, I love you. Please, let me hold you. I just need to hold you. I can’t bear to hear you cry and not hold you.” He sounded almost like he was crying, too.

It took a lot, but I managed to open the door. He was kneeling just outside it. He held his arms open to me and I crawled to him. He held me, rocking me, soothing me, letting me cry. When I pulled away, there was make up all over his shirt. “I made a mess of your shirt,” I tried to laugh, but it came out rather pathetically.

He shrugged, “It’s washable or something. You’re more important, anyways.” He rubbed my arms a little, “What brought this on, Touru? You were so happy.”

I looked down at our laps, his black covered legs, my green dress. “I was thinking how it must be a dream and how my family has ruined it every time I’ve been really really happy with you.”

“What about today? Did they ruin last night for you?” I looked at him, confused. “You were really happy last night, weren’t you?” I nodded, blushing. “They didn’t do anything today, did they?” I shook my head. “You are allowed to be happy, my love.”

I leaned into his shoulder and let him hold me for a while. Very softly, he said, “We don’t have to do anything at all tonight if you’re not up for it.”

I was too tired to lift my head, “Why don’t we take a shower and see, okay?”

He turned and kissed my forehead, “Okay.” Neither of us moved for a while, though, just sitting there. My panic was beginning to fade, and his arms were so warm and comforting.

Slowly, reluctantly, I got up. He followed, matching my pace so that he could hold me the entire way. He let me lead, always close enough that he seemed like he was reading my mind. We got a couple of towels out of the hall cupboard and went into the bathroom. Here, he let go of me to set the water and began unfastening the dress. I met his eyes in the mirror, and all I could see in them was compassion, love. He just wanted to take care of me, so I didn’t protest. He pushed the dress off my shoulders and moved to hold me to his chest, his eyes still not holding lust in them. I sighed and leaned against him, letting him hold me. After a bit, I turned, kicking the dress away from my feet and began unfastening his buttons. His hands came up to stop me, maybe, and I said, “I need this, Shidou.”

He let his hands rest on my shoulders. “I know,” he said softly. I looked into his eyes and I knew he really did know. Somehow, he just always knew and it felt good. I kissed him as I pushed his shirt off his shoulders. His hands left my shoulders to let the shirt fall and then he held me close. We kissed, and it grew deeper, our tongues sliding out to meet each other and taste each other’s mouths. My hands wandered down and worked the fastenings of his pants, pushing them down when I could. He slid his hands under the boxer briefs I’d worn under the dress, working them off me. I kicked them away when they were low enough and I felt him kick away his clothes. I pulled the bathroom door open and pulled away from him. “I need you,” I whispered, my voice harsh to my own ears.

He picked me up after he turned off the shower and I let my legs go around his waist. It felt so good, our naked bodies rubbing up against each other, I moaned and began kissing his neck. I felt him moan my name as he leaned over the bed. I felt him rummaging around in the drawer as he continued to kiss me. His hands worked while our mouths remained joined and I gasped and pulled away when I felt his fingers sliding between our bodies and pressing against me. “Shidou?” I think he was wearing a glove.

~*~*~*~Shidou

“It’s okay. This is what I talked to Dad about. He said this would help.” His eyes were on me, desperate, a touch of fear and a lot of want and need. “Relax, Love.” I didn’t really understand what was going on, but I knew this is what he needed. It’s what we both wanted, even if it was a bit more rushed than I’d planned. I’d make it up to him later. But for now, he needed to know he could enjoy himself and there not be consequences. Gods, I prayed there wouldn’t be. He relaxed a touch and I pressed my finger into him. He watched me, confusion on his face. I wriggled my finger like Dad suggested and he gasped, the confusion leaving, along with the fear in his eyes. I bent down and began kissing his shoulders and chest while drawing my finger in and out of his body. His hands held my head and he moaned my name over and over, his hips rising to meet my strokes into him. I pulled out and he whimpered, groaning loudly when I pushed two fingers in him. My mouth wandered lower on his body until I was just over his shaft.

“Please,” he moaned.

“Please, what, Touru? Tell me what you want.” I wanted to hear him beg more, I wanted to hear him say things that he wanted me to do to him.

“Please, do it,” he begged, his head rolling on the bed.

“Do what, Touru? Say it. I want to hear you say it,” I was talking just over his shaft and I could see it twitching when my breath hit it.

He groaned aloud, his cheeks managing to blush even though he was so aroused. “Please suck my dick,” he moaned, sounding embarrassed and aroused at the same time.

I felt a kick in my own groin. “I like it when you talk dirty,” I said just before obliging him. His hands tightened almost painfully in my hair and he screamed my name. I continued to fuck him with my fingers while I sucked on him. He thrust into my mouth and it was hard not to choke on him, but I didn’t hold him down. He moaned loudly, groaning my name and I could feel his muscles contracting around my fingers as he came in my mouth. I was starting to like the taste of his come. I let his shaft slip out of my mouth after his muscles stopped rippling around my fingers, but I kept moving my fingers in him.

He rolled his head and looked at me, his eyes barely focused. “I love you,” he moaned.

“I love you, too. Help me put on the condom?” I let my fingers slip out of his body and helped him sit up. I took off the glove I’d pulled on. Though we hadn’t noticed them the first time we’d looked in the bag, there were several gloves. I’d asked Dad about them. Our conversation on Wednesday was very helpful.

“Gloves?” he asked.

“Same reason as condoms, Love.”

“They were in the bag?” he asked as he reached for the condom I’d laid on the bed and opened it. I watched as he concentrated and followed my instructions from when I’d put it on him.

“Yeah.” I groaned when his hand slid down my shaft, unrolling the condom. I didn’t know if I’d last long enough. I was glad I’d gotten off before the dance or I’m sure I would have lost it then.

“Conversation with Dad, too?” he asked, kissing my chest.

“Complaining?” I asked, pushing him back down and putting lube on myself.

He spread his legs and looked up at me. He was already getting hard again, “I’ll tell you later.” He rolled his hips up and whispered, “Fuck me.”

“Touru,” I moaned. I just about lost it then. I bent over him and kissed him hard. He responded whole heartedly while I struggled to line myself up to his body. When I found his hole, I pushed in slowly and he moaned loudly. I broke our kiss to watch his face. While there was a little pain around his eyes, it wasn’t much. He felt so tight and hot, even through the condom. He was tighter than any of the girls I’d done. When I was all the way in, I stopped and tried to breathe. It was so intense, being inside of him. He opened his eyes as if he didn’t know they were closed. There was no pain in them, only love and need. I kissed him again and began moving in him, slowly, trying to last as long as possible.

He moaned, using his tongue to draw mine into his mouth, sucking on it, massaging it with his tongue. I pulled back, breaking our kiss, “Keep that up and I’m gonna come real fast.”

He tightened his body around me and I gasped. “I want you to come, Shidou,” he groaned.

“Do that again,” I moaned. He complied and I began thrusting into him harder. He began crying out, screaming, his hands going to my back and struggling to hold on to me.

“Harder,” he gasped and I pulled almost all of the way out and thrust into him. His hands left my back and held onto the headboard. “Harder!” he moaned again.

“Fuck!” I groaned and just let myself go. He screamed, meeting each thrust. I tried to watch as he tossed his head side to side, utterly wanton, utterly free and completely sexy, but my body had different plans. I jerked into his body and my body came hard in him. I felt his body rippling around me and could hear him screaming my name.

~*~*~*~Touru

I felt him come. I felt me come, but it seemed so far away. When I was sure I felt my body again, he was still in me, his body limp on my chest, panting. I was panting too. My body felt weird, like I should hurt maybe, but I didn’t. Not yet, anyways. He lifted himself from my chest and it seemed like it took a lot out of him to do it. “Not quiet what I planned,” he whispered, his voice tired.

“Me neither,” I managed to reply. My hands were still on the headboard. I wrapped my arms around him, “But, it felt so good.”

He let himself fall back onto me, “Yeah.”

I wiggled a little, “We need a shower.”

He groaned, “I don’t think I can move.”

I relaxed, “I don’t think I can, either.”

“Then why’d you suggest it?” he groused.

“Dunno,” I confessed, my eyes closing.

After a little while, I felt him pulling out and managed to get my eyes open. “Can you move yet?” he asked softly.

I tensed my legs and they seemed connected to my body again. I nodded, “Yeah.”

He slid off the bed, pulling off the condom and rolling it into the glove before offering me his hand. I glanced at the clock, it was almost three in the morning. I hoped I’d be able to sleep after our shower. I normally woke up around four, without the alarm clock.

I leaned against the wall, letting him start the shower. He even picked up our clothes. I couldn’t believe how tired I was. I couldn’t get my body to do anything but stand there, and that was almost too much. Shidou guided me into the shower and I almost stumbled over the tub. I leaned on him while he washed me. “Why am I so wiped?” I whined.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked softly.

“Yeah, but so tired,” I moaned when he turned me so my back was to the water. It was starting to hurt. He rubbed my back, and carefully cleaned lower.

“You came twice, Love. And, if you’ll remember, I couldn’t move very well after you did me.”

I sighed, giving up on getting an answer and just enjoyed him washing me. I was so wiped out, I let him dry me and didn’t protest when he carried me back to bed. “How come you’re so energetic?” I whined when he tucked me in.

He fell into bed next to me, “I’m not. Go to sleep, Lover.”

I nuzzled into him, “Wanna know something?”

“Hmm?” he groaned.

“I think I like being under you better than the other way around.”

“Is it bad to say I feel the same way?” he asked from the edge of sleep.

“No,” I whispered as the world went dark around me.