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What better time than these cool, crisp mornings or rapidly lengthening nights to jump right under a warm blanket with that irreplaceable person in your life? Even if you're not sleeping together - heck, even if you've not been straight with your feelings and you're not officially an "item" - there's nothing wrong with cuddling up. Grab a book, get some hot cocoa, turn on the TV (if you're in an era where the tube's available), or just enjoy each other's presence on the couch or in the bed.

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[Snorting, Nero tried out a laugh but it was buried fairly quickly when he felt Ryuuko work on hammering him with just the right angle. He wanted to build up even more of a sweat, the muscles in his arms tightening in an effort to keep moving with her without interrupting any of the petting she'd been doing. The gentle kissing from before had him won over but he was growing even more fond of just how desperately Ryuuko embraced him by then, as if she wanted to make sure they shared every breath and groan in tandem. Each time she moved, he followed and occasionally paused, locking in closely with her to steal her breath with a tightly sealed kiss. It made him dizzy but he had to guess it stole her focus anytime they found those moments.]

Hey, y'know... [A breath. He had to think a little more carefully from that point on.] We'd fight about other shit... Somethin' stupid--

[Nero easily fell in love with the feeling of Ryuuko's fingers gripping him and burying into him, made frantic what felt like completely raw lust at that point. It made sense to him, anyway. Life fibers and demon blood--the second he thought about just how much raw power the two of them had, he had to expect that there wasn't a single chance in hell that either of them were going to let the other get away with being gentle all the time. The second she found the right way to take him in and slam into his hips, Nero heard the couch creak again and he let out a harsh growl from the back of his throat.]

What, you think I'm just gonna act like some kinda brute on a--

[The slick, hot coiling of Ryuuko's inner walls clinging to him and the sharp pitch of her backside coming down on his lap had been a firecracker, setting him off again. He shifted his knee immediately to get leverage to move his hips, meeting her back with the same force, hissing out his built-up frustration all at once, too. Part of it had been the build-up of adrenaline and the rest had been Ryuuko finding a way to work his nerves up into a frenzy with that one move. He only realized then that his hair-trigger had been put right to the test all in one word, Nero burying his face into Ryuuko's neck as he let loose and started slamming into her, his voice turning considerably more savage in a single breath.

He'd need to remember to ask her to do that again.]

[Ryuuko felt herself getting carried away, that innate primal hunger of the life fibers inside of her winning out. every inch of her was on fire, the muscles in her legs burned from the strain she put on them to keep her body moving but that didn't stop her. she wanted more and she was prepared to do everything in her power to tempt him into giving it to her, such a greedy little thing. his hot kisses made her melt, like putty in his hands, eager to soak up every ounce of affection he gave her.

she didn't doubt for a second that they would've found something else to argue about, if not for the stain on the couch- but the fact remained that was what set them down this path. her indirectly forcing him to get undressed, which allowed her to ogle him, which in turn allowed him to gauge her interest in a different light. they'd been dancing around the underlying sexual tension for so long, it might've gone on forever if not for the way tonight's events had unfolded.

for Ryuuko, she hadn't wanted to run the risk of doing anything to jeopardize their friendship. it was too important to her, losing it for the sake of relieving her physical frustrations had been out of the question. luckily, it seemed like she no longer had to choose between the two. she could have her cake and eat it too.

Ryuuko felt her stomach tighten at the core, tension bubbling up inside. the bet was a faraway thought by that point- drowned out entirely by the feral sounds Nero made against her neck, heightening her excitement that much more. she refused to stop or slow for anything and thankfully Nero seemed to be on board, ramming into her with impressive force. she clung to him, her cries growing desperate as she approached her limit. she buried a hand in his hair, holding him fast against her as her own head fell back with a scream the moment her orgasm ripped through her. in that moment, she could've sworn she'd seen stars. she shuddered violently, muscles gripping him tight from every angle as she clamped down on him like a vice. her back arched and her toes curled under, savoring each wave of pleasure as it crashed into her, taking her by storm. she'd lost the bet, but she'd still won the best prize a girl could ask for.]

[The rushing sound of blood pumping through his ears drowned out a great deal of his own breathing and Ryuuko's but it didn't conceal any of her screaming. He could hear it and he could feel the wooden frame of the sofa snap completely through the middle once he grounded his straight through it. He'd been standing up with her at that point, hunched with Ryuuko dragging him in closer with each harsh thrust of his hips. He could have sworn she'd been boiling him up, squeezing him with every intent to keep him in place.

He'd admit that he was relieved for it all--the fight and the frustration that came with it. If not for the two of them bouncing off of each other so aggressively, he might not have built up the steam to come right out and ask her how she felt. He wouldn't have left her either way but he'd feel something was lacking out of it. Later when he was bruised and tired, he'd wince when he thought about how cowardly he thought he'd been acting before. Vital to how he treated Ryuuko, Nero wanted to be dead certain he was up to her standards. The thought in his mind had always been that she deserved a hell of a lot.

Screaming and squeezing him hard, Nero felt Ryuuko stiffen for a short while, though it didn't slow him down at all. He'd gotten so close, wanting to at least say 'sorry' for not giving her a break the second she came. His eyes, half-lidded, glazed over in what felt like an eternity of movement, Nero kept burying himself in her even as he felt the spasm of her grip around him grow even tighter, layering him with a wave of sensation close to pressure building up in an instant. He held onto it a little longer, still moving even as he came, hissing 'Fuck' over and over into the small of Ryuuko's neck until he felt his voice collapse into the sound of heavy panting, his back straightening and his hands holding firmly onto Ryuuko's backside, his movement slowing to a crawl. Even if it was slowly, he still rolled his hips and slide in and out of her, drawing out his orgasm greedily as long as he possibly could.]

[Ryuuko was on cloud nine, the sound of the couch collapsing beneath them prompting that forced alteration in their positioning didn't register at all. she was far too caught up in the euphoric sensation of coming harder than she ever had in her life. losing herself again and again as Nero continued to drive into her at break neck speed until he too was able to hurtle himself over that ledge. she felt him pulse deep inside her and she knew in that moment he was done for. that in combination with the muffled string of curses he exhaled against her throat was a dead give away.

her body continued to tremble even as his thrusts gradually slowed, winding down off that high in slow motion. every inch of her felt raw on the heels of her orgasm, even the slightest touch was enough to overload her senses. truthfully it was all she could do to just breathe in and out, panting for air. her limbs had wound so tight around him that they'd gotten locked up- a blessing in disguise since neither one of them could really relax at the moment.

slowly she lifted her head, heavy as it felt her neck would've snapped if she'd let it hang back unsupported like that for much longer. she bowed inward, thumping her forehead against his shoulder and leaning there against him for support. Ryuuko swallowed, mouth dry, she couldn't form words just yet. her brain felt like a fried motherboard with little sparks still zapping through her nervous system.

talk about a grand finale.]

H-holy shit... [He wasn't even sure what they could have possibly done to escalate it anymore than that. Ryuuko left bruises on the back of his thighs and the small of his back and little sharp impressions in his shoulders and neck. It stung even then but it left him full of a sense of pride he had no idea he could feel. Spending most of his life not knowing that feeling, he didn't quite understand that it was simple love and adoration. Nero slipped his hands from Ryuuko's backside to her thighs, figuring it would be more comfortable for her that way. She was still clinging to him hard--something he wasn't quite ready to give up yet.

They came to an understanding that left him warm, happy, and full of love. He couldn't get enough of that feeling, slipping his head a bit lower to rest his cheek on the top of Ryuuko's head, satisfied by the soft feeling of her breath against his shoulder.

Nero, slowly felt his heart catching up to the rest of him. His muscles were locked in place but he knew better than to skirt with disaster by trying to stay standing when he felt like he'd just gotten into an actual fist-fight with Ryuuko. The two of them were flushed, sweating and out of breath, barely able to compose themselves. He'd only slept with someone once before and it had been like a quiet stroll in comparison to the harrowing death race they put themselves through. Nero slowly lowered himself onto the unbroken part of the sofa, sitting down with Ryuuko still held against him--though he made an effort to slip out of her and pull off the condom, shakily tying it off and tossing it across the apartment, into the trash.

In that moment of pure, unfettered clarity, he only had one word in mind:]

Jackpot.

Holy shit.

[she finally managed to find her voice right around the same time as Nero had- they were the first words that came to mind and evidently they were in full agreement about that. Ryuuko heaved a breathy, broken up laugh, still desperately fighting to refill her lungs and really just in complete awe of how intense the last few minutes had been. they were both a disheveled mess, after what felt like the most vigorous workout of her entire life. Ryuuko knew it wouldn't be long before bruises in the shape of Nero's fingerprints camouflaged her ass and thighs. a realization that, strangely enough, made her more happy than angry. there was something about knowing they'd each both left their mark on the other that delighted her to no end.

finally, after what felt like a long moment spent in physical shock, Nero had moved to sit and Ryuuko was grateful because that meant she could attempt to relax her limbs that suddenly felt ten times heavier than normal after overworking her muscles to such an extent. she remained huddled against him, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck as her fingertips dragged a lazy winding path down his outer arms before hanging limp at her sides. Ryuuko breathed him in deep, faint traces of whatever brand of soap he used mingling together with the shared scent of sweat and sex, their own personalized concoction.

Ryuuko scoffed against his throat, shaking her head.]

Is that really all you can say??

[her words feigned irritation when in truth she was too high on an overabundance of serotonin to be bothered by much of anything.]

'Holy Shit' was right.

His chest rose and fell, feeling Ryuuko shift lightly with him, draping over him less so than digging into him. Once they were on the sofa, they could let gravity handle the inconvenient part of making each other exhausted but it still left Nero light-headed and dizzy from a mixture of elation and the peace that came from months of tension built up and exploding in just under ten minutes. Nero caught his breath slowly, his arms coming up and wrapping around Ryuuko's waist properly, pulling her up against him with no regard at all for just how conked out she was.]

I got more to say but I ain't fuckin' wrong.

[Exhaling a good-humored laugh, Nero rested his hands on Ryuuko's back, turning up his chin to stare at the TV, which turned to static after the terrible movie's credits had long-since ended. For all the bluster he liked showing and the tough-guy act he put on every day of the week, Nero was soft in one way. He hated feeling like he'd been letting someone down. So, in an effort to cut that possibility out as quickly as he possibly could, his voice falling deeper so she knew he meant it.]

I love you and I'm gonna make sure you know it all the goddamn time. Alright?

[when Nero looped his arms around her waist and held her to him it was a solid reminder of just how small she truly was compared to him. obviously it wasn't something that either of them had forgotten, but finding herself flush up against him with no barriers left between them really drove it home. she didn't protest, sharing in that mutual unspoken desire to hold onto one another for just a little bit longer.

Ryuuko closed her eyes, completely at ease... which made the bombshell he dropped on her a hundred times more startling. blue eyes flew open in a panic as she stiffened in his lap. in full on shock, she couldn't breathe- never mind speak. her thoughts raced in a million different directions. did she hear him right? there's no way Nero just uttered the one phrase she was incapable of handling. "I love you" wasn't something that was said to her. ever. she never heard it, not once. not from her workaholic father and certainly not from her psychopath mother- if the woman could even be considered for the title.

three little words she'd always longed to experience but never allowed herself to dream would come true for someone like her. even now that it had she still couldn't bring herself to trust it. she had so much baggage in that department, far too much to unload without getting crushed in the process.

Ryuuko physically recoiled, pressing her palms flat to his chest and straightening her arms to maintain that distance between them. her head hung forward still, afraid to meet his eyes and risk him seeing the earth shattering vulnerability reflected in hers.]

I-Idiot! What the hell are you saying!? You can't just toss that word around like it's nothing!!

[her tiny frame began to tremble, fingers flexed against him.]

Don't make false promises you don't intend to keep, just because we had sex!

[He thought he'd proven it. Nero stirred a bit, surprised when Ryuuko seemed to bolt upon him, almost like she was suddenly going to fall off of him. The feeling of her palm straightening out to push the two of them apart left him shocked, his jaw agape. He'd feel guilty later for not thinking more before he said it but he couldn't help the look that came across his face. It hurt, even if he realized he pushed too hard. It hurt because he knew he'd still want her there even if she turned down that kiss, earlier.

But, it couldn't possibly be enough to just say it. She experienced it over the course of time with him--the fact that he was constantly with her.]

I didn't. All of it's real. [He wasn't angry with her in the slightest but he still felt his chest boiling up. Before her, he lost everyone. He knew life was too short to spend it being dishonest with himself or hesitating. So, when an opportunity presented itself, he lunged at it, desperate. Nero's hands came up, his fingers Ryuuko's arms, his teeth gritting.]

I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it. You know that.

[Ryuuko's pulse raced, her heart thumped even harsher than it had during climax. it hurt- god did it hurt to reject his words when in reality she so very desperately wanted to believe them. she wanted it to be the truth, more than anything, but she was terrified of allowing herself to accept it. the idea that someone could love her... a fucking, parasitic inhuman concoction created solely for the purpose of becoming a weapon to end mankind. even if she'd proved Ragyo wrong and defeated the life fibers and saved the earth and everyone on it from certain doom... she still couldn't move past the mentality that she was a monster deep down.

even knowing that, even seeing her at her worst, Nero never left her side. in a way she felt bonded by the fact they were both monsters on the inside, yet neither allowed that fact to define them. so why then was is so hard for her to wrap her brain around the idea that Nero loved her? that two people so similar could share a deeper connection that stretched beyond a simple kinship with one another.

Nero grabbed her by the arms and she flinched, lifting her head to stare up at him in absolute terror. her mouth had never felt so dry as she struggled to form the words to reply.]

I-I.....

[Ryuuko gulped, desperately wanting to look anywhere else but finding she couldn't break eye contact.]

I don't understand... Why???

[He didn't want to question it. The shadows the two of them cast were gnarled monsters that would terrify anyone looking upon them but Nero hadn't felt closer to anyone as he felt with Ryuuko. He liked to think it was sweet that someone made to crush others could check in with a slob like him just to make sure he hadn't croaked from drinking the whole night before.]

You make me pissed off all the time. [Stern, as if it were a lecture. His gaze boiled into hers, almost threatening. Nero wanted Ryuuko to know how he felt and she had to believe it. Nothing was more important than that. He had to be honest, not sweet. Serious. Not pleading.]

You test me all the goddamn time. I thought, a couple years back when we met... That you were just acting tough to piss me off and you just needed a place to put your head down for a bit but I--I saw what you were really like, Ryuuko. I know why you fought like hell. I love you and it.

[He relaxed his grip on her, feeling her tension shift. It wasn't gone but she stopped pushing him back and he couldn't break from looking at her. He had learned to accept he was just as much a demon as he was human before he met her though it still made him feel self-conscious when he let his guard down. She hadn't seen him turn into a demon until the last month or so and she didn't look anything more than curious. Maybe excited. Her connection to her mother had been telling but from the start he decided it meant nothing to him. It was just an interesting tidbit about her.

What mattered was how awesome her triangle choke was and how she'd always check if he was okay after a match, too shy to ask out loud. How she'd be loud and rude one moment then wait to see if he was angry to slip in a 'sorry' as subtly as possible. What mattered was that she made it clear that she didn't want to go, either. He hadn't known what it all was until they were forced to confront it.

She looked afraid but he already knew what it really was. It was the same fear he felt when he thought she'd decided she didn't need a free guest bed to crash on anymore.]

I would've just been fine being around to make sure you were never alone but... you kept spending time with me and I realized I'd be unhappy if you decided to move on past me.

[it certainly felt like Nero was telling her off, but what he said just didn't add up. Ryuuko could do little else but sit and listen to his explanation, left even more bewildered by the words coming out of his mouth. even so, she couldn't bring herself to contest any of it. everything he said was the truth, she knew that much. Nero never lied to her.]

What... What kind of reasoning is that? I piss you off??? And you love me for it??? D'you realize how batshit crazy you sound?

[she felt like her body was a machine on the verge of overheating, steam might as well have pumped from her ears with how worked up she was. Ryuuko couldn't explain why she felt so elated to hear him say he'd be unhappy without her around. though if she had to guess, it's probably because she'd feel the exact same emptiness if Nero ever decided to pick up and leave for good. she couldn't imagine a life for herself without him in it- wasn't that telling enough?]

H-How do you know???

It ain't crazy. I don't like arguin' with anybody else. It's cause I... I know you have fun with me and you're all about upping the ante.

[It was hard to articulate even after he figured out what it really was.

It was easy for him to be wildly frustrated and confrontational but knew he couldn't let it be the only way for him to tell her. Ryuuko had it just as hard as he did and she somehow scrambled together a life. He tightened his fingers a little and then loosened them from Ryuuko's arms to rest on her thighs. Her expression was familiar but still new in the corners. Something in what he said had snagged her and he wasn't sure if she'd have the same idea in mind as he did.

It had been in the back of his mind.]

If you don't wanna say it back, okay. I already get how you feel.

[there were a number of things Ryuuko wasn't good at, expressing how she felt openly and honestly when it came to matters of the heart was high up on that list. she'd purposely closed that part of herself off- or so she'd thought. it was the only way to keep herself from getting hurt when her feelings were inevitably rejected. she didn't see herself as the sort of person someone else could love, not really. once someone saw the real her, wouldn't they be frightened? she chased the idea of love away any chance she got, convinced it wasn't in the cards for her. she never wanted that feeling if it meant she'd eventually lose it.

and yet, here she was now wanting nothing more than to hear Nero tell her he loved her again and again.

he knew what she was and he accepted her for it. he never once hesitated to extend his hand to her, never turned her away. how could she not see it all this time, hadn't he made how he felt perfectly clear? so then ... why was she still holding back like some coward??]

How can you possibly say you know how I feel when I can't even manage to wrap my head around it myself???

[Nero cleared his throat, looking from Ryuuko to a nearby window. Down the street, he could hear a guy trying to start his car in vain. Even if he tried to conceal it, he wouldn't do any good. Nero couldn't read her expression.

Softly, he reached up to press his hand on the center of Ryuuko's chest, his expression becoming a little softer.]

I know you can hear it, too. If you didn't feel that way about me, it'd be... calmer.

[He could say one thing about her. Ryuuko wasn't all expletives and explosive anger--else he really wouldn't have wanted to back her up as much as he did.]

Plus, you'd have laughed if I was dead wrong. And... well, you got like this when you kissed me earlier.

[He felt like it, at least. Nero's heart was beating fast too, almost out of disbelief. Even if she hadn't said it, Nero was fine knowing she wanted him. Out of all the storms raging in his heart, that one became a sunny shore to rest on.]

[she could feel it, the heavy thump thump thump of her heart rattling inside around inside her ribcage. that much louder now that he'd drawn attention to it. the warmth from Nero's hand was comforting, like he was shielding her heart, protecting it and keeping it safe without her ever having to ask him to.

slowly she slid one hand overtop of his, keeping it there against her. her other hand remained pressed to his chest, but while she'd initially placed it there to create distance... she realized now it only made her feel that much closer. her touch lingered over his heart, mirroring his gesture, where she could feel his pulse was racing just as fast, if not faster.]

I-I... m'not sure I even know what love is supposed to feel like... b-but... I know that, I want to be with you.

[He was struck quiet with Ryuuko returned the gesture. He knew she wouldn't say it to him then and there. Even if it made him feel sad and angry for the way she'd been treated, he understood it wouldn't be fixed just by him getting angry and yelling at anyone involved. It was something he had the power to help her through but it all boiled down to the same persistence he always showed.

What mattered was that she knew how it felt. Once it left his lips, he didn't have the weight of it on his heart. Besides, he couldn't even put words or an explanation to the elation he felt when Ryuuko looked right back at him and watched him, her beautiful blue eyes in a state of suspended disbelief and the feeling she couldn't quite place, yet.]

I don't know the full some of it. [Nero bent forward, slipping both hands to Ryuuko's waist to pull her in close to him, resting his face in the nape of her neck.]

I just know what I know. If you wanna figure it out, I'll be right there with you. Like always.

[Ryuuko's expression wilted with the guilt of not being able to tell him what she knew he desperately wanted to hear. but for her to say that to someone, she wanted to mean it without a shadow of a doubt. strictly speaking it was a lot for her to process. she had repressed those kinds of emotions for as long as she could remember to the point that actually allowing herself to feel them was almost unnatural. while it initially served as a self defense mechanism to keep herself from being hurt, over time it become a part of herself she'd grown to resent. an apology perched on the tip of her tongue but she bit it back, knowing he wouldn't want her to apologize for that part of herself.

it seemed like new territory for both of them, nevertheless Nero seemed keen to simply roll with the punches and work through it, together. that meant more to her than he would ever know.

the desire to be close in that moment was mutual, and Ryuuko's breath hitched as his hands gently gripped her waist. despite how intensely they'd been going at it moments ago, the feeling of his hands on her bare skin was still new. everything about the way he touched her now gave her butterflies, how he pulled her in and buried his face in her neck, like he just couldn't get enough. Her arms slid around his middle to return his embrace, pressing a kiss to his shoulder as she leaned her cheek against it. her fingers traced up the length of his spine, settling the heels of her palms against his shoulder blades as she gripped him a little tighter.]

M'not goin anywhere.... Hell itself couldn't chase me away.

[Seeing Ryuuko teeter on that edge had Nero a little worried but he knew he should have known better. She joked and teased to get out of taking a lot of things seriously, even when they were important to her. It made him angry with her often enough when he failed to understand what the reason behind it had been but once he began to understand, he took it less and less personally. At a time like that, though, he was still relieved. It was the most progress either of them had made with anything emotionally driven in years.

Even if she just poked her head in once in a while, he knew it would still be enough.

He stood up suddenly when Ryuuko kissed his shoulder and rested against him, making a sudden gait towards his bedroom, taking a deep and uneven breath at what she'd said. It was embarrassing to say but Nero would plainly admit that line of hers completely stole his attention all over again. His heart was racing and, as he got to the door, he conjured the spectral hand again--grabbing the box of condoms from the side table rather than taking one.]

Of course you gotta say shit like that...

[Ryuuko gave a tiny squeak as Nero stood up off the lopsided couch with a sudden sense of urgency as he took off towards his bedroom. looking over his shoulder she could finally see the sorry state of his sofa, it's wooden frame snapped and splintered down the center.]

O-Oi, your couch...!?

[heat crept into her cheeks and down her neck as she drew the most obvious conclusion- but also, how had she not realized it sooner?? her head was already spinning when the blue glow of his spectral wing flickered to life, seizing her attention as he made a grab for not one- not two-- but the entire box of condoms. if her face wasn't already completely red before, it sure was now.]

Nero!?

I'll fix it.

[He didn't even really know what he was saying. Nero's mind, as it had been, was far, far away from couch-related matters. His other spectral hand shot over to the window to draw the shades in, flooding the room with darkness, save for the light in the hall. He didn't have it in him to think too far in the future. What did he need? Ryuuko. Condoms. Bed.

He didn't respond quiet the way she expected but it was a natural reaction for him. Nero wasn't exactly one to half-ass his feelings, so subtlty was simply out the window.

He put one knee on the edge of the bed, come down with Ryuuko gently and kissing her before just about pressing her into it with his upper half, kissing her and working on pursuing the blaring trumpet in the back of his head demanding he give her what she wanted. His hands searched her thighs and backside, clearly not finding what he wanted but still willing to look through rough touches, squeezing Ryuuko's curves with an urgent grip.]

[four hands were certainly better than two, in this instance especially. seeing as how Nero managed not only to carry her into the bedroom but grab the necessary supplies and secure their privacy all at the same time. which meant his body never had to leave hers from the start of their journey to the moment her back hit the mattress.

the kisses he gave burned through her, his raw need for her surged to the forefront. everything from the way he pinned her body beneath his, to how forcefully he staked his claim on her lower half spoke volumes. Nero was a man on a mission, hellbent on sating a monstrous appetite. she ached for his touch anywhere and everywhere, heaving a petulant whine between kisses whenever his attention strayed too quickly. chasing after tiny gasps of equal parts shock and pleasure that managed to escape here and there against his lips when he'd squeeze her a little too sharply. they were sparks on the short path to re-igniting that fire they'd only just doused minutes earlier... or maybe it had never truly gone out.]

Hnn-- looking for something...?

[she teased from under him, breathless and writhing. even in the dark it was easy to see her pupils had dilated, fully enamored by that small taste of how relentless he could be once he seized control.]

[There was too much to do and think about. Overwhelmed by choice, Nero did what he thought of first and stuck to it, still wanting even more. Ryuuko welcomed him completely, his hips rolling against hers as an urgent reminder of what he'd been building up to all over again, his hardness pressing against her bare stomach and throbbing in response to that contact all by itself. If he were more self-aware he might have tried to seem subtle but the way he recaptured her lips all over again, pointed him elsewhere.

At her teasing, he huffed and pressed his mouth to her neck again, knowing he wouldn't be ablem to keep either of them completely satisfied with kissing alone. Nero quietly lowered himself, kissing down between her breasts as both his hands placed themselves firmly against her knees and shoved them apart with more gentleness than one would expect for someone who looked as heated and and desperate than he had. He kissed his way down her until he was between her legs, running his tongue along her mound urgentl and borderline angrily.

For once, he was going to let actions speak uninterrupted.]

[it would've been impossible not to feel that needy throb against her tummy, a quick glance between them confirmed her suspicion regarding the source. she was pleasantly surprised to find he was raring to go all over again, and so soon. though, in retrospect it made sense when she considered his outstanding displays of stamina in other arenas.

she was reluctant to let his mouth slip out of reach from her own, but quickly changed her tune when it became vividly apparent precisely where he was headed. ocean blue eyes stretched a bit wider and her skin flushed a light pink as his lips trailed down her sternum. butterflies swirled anxiously in the pit of her belly as his hands forced her legs apart, gentle but no less demanding. a quiet whimper sounded against pursed lips as she watched him lower himself all the way down, unable to look away. her hands gripped the bedding beneath her, tight as can be, as a stuttered gasp tore through her throat the moment his wet tongue delved between her legs with heightened purpose.]

F-Fuck! Nero. [his name, in the form of a breathless plea, was just about all she could stammer out as a white hot bolt of pleasure shuddered through her. she hadn't realized how badly she'd been craving his mouth on her until he proved dead set on supplying it.]

[He assumed it must have taken a lot for Ryuuko to give him as much as she had and it left him with a rumbling in his chest that he realized had been his heart working overtime to cope with the expression on her face when she gave him as much as she could. It was just natural that he wanted to pry even more out of her, desperate to see and hear more of the side of her that had her so eager to hold onto him earlier.

Nero held her up by his hands, his fingers gripping the backs of her thighs just hard enough to let her know he liked her exactly like that. Something told him he wouldn't be getting much of an argument on positions anytime soon, though. With Ryuuko bunching up the sheets beneath her, Nero could feel her urgency build up the more he ran his tongue over her until he simply gave her the most confident tease he could muster, the tip of his tongue slipping into her entrance and running up, hinting at something he'd been eager to do.

That was something he wanted her to ask for, somehow.]

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sadly looks at typos

grips ur shoulder

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