Sweet Dreams

NOTE: If you're in it for the fluff but not the smut then you can still read this. There's an obvious break before the explicit parts so you can skip those and enjoy all the preemptive vanilla instead.

~xoxo~xoxo~~xoxo~xoxo~~xoxo~xoxo~~xoxo~xoxo~~xoxo~xoxo~~xoxo~xoxo~~xoxo~xoxo~~xoxo~xoxo~

They just wanted to get just a little bit closer.

It started out innocent at first. Just two people who met by coincidence, by pure luck in fact. Then they met again and again, almost every day of the week, more than just once per day. But then again it couldn't be helped since they were classmates. It was only natural for them to see each other so often. Right, it was only natural for them to become friends. It was only natural for friends to like friends. And it was only natural for them to become more than friends. It was all so natural and to a certain extent, perhaps it was also inevitable.

After all, while they were part of the same class, they started meeting up more often than usual with each other than with any other classmate. Sometimes it wasn't planned, sometimes it was just by pure coincidence. But as their encounters increased in number, the time they spent together also lasted longer with each one. From passing greetings to small talk and from brief chats to long rants. Soon enough, they didn't have to rely on something so unpredictable like chance so most of their meetings later on were planned.

But at some point talking in between and after class wasn't enough anymore. No matter how much time they spent together at school, somehow it was never enough. There's always a story or joke they forgot to share or a new one that just couldn't wait another day. Looking forward to talking to each other the next day was exciting and all but it was also testing their patience. Besides, it was the age of technology anyways. So they began texting each other and later on, calling each other on the phone. They'd also made plans to meet up elsewhere on weekends or holidays. They weren't just talking anymore now. They were eating out, they were watching movies, they were going to places, they were having fun- they were bonding.

And then they started dating.

They were dating way before the confession even happened- much to their surprise. According to everyone else, they were dating and only the two of them weren't aware of it. Admittedly, a lot of the things they did after the confession were already part of their routine beforehand. And while Mukuro was admittedly clueless as to what counted as dating, she had the faintest suspicion that maybe Makoto wasn't so much in the dark as her. But then again, when she asked him about it, he was so red from embarrassment that she got too distracted from his cuteness to actually perform an accurate assessment. She tried asking again on more than one occasion but at some point she wondered if she was in it for the truth or for his adorable flustered reaction. Well it's not like it mattered that much, they were already dating.

Despite all the meetings or "dates" they had planned, the confession certainly wasn't.

It was more of an accident than a confession.

They were walking home together when they were met with a heavy downpour along the way. This was expected from the morning weather forecast and they thought they were prepared for it, each of them armed with their own umbrella. What they didn't expect was how incredible his luck was to have his umbrella accidentally hook onto a speeding vehicle. Makoto wasn't even aware of it until he was already five seconds in midair and across the highway. It took another five full seconds before Mukuro had caught up and rescued him from being dragged any further away. He had to let go of his umbrella along with his dignity as he was carried by her again. But it was for his safety so he had no complaints, if anything, he was just grateful that nothing extreme happened this time.

However, the whole fiasco had ended with them both soaking wet.

They took shelter under a bus stop but it was too late. There wasn't any dry part of them to protect anymore but at least they were out of the rain for now. He was gratefully thanking her and profusely apologizing to her at the same time even though she insisted that it was fine as long they were both fine. She didn't look too bothered by it. And although she kept a straight face, deep down she was actually more worried for his life than he was. That was an incredibly close call. She didn't know what would have happened if she wasn't there. It's part of the reason why she's always with him. She couldn't leave him alone because of the fear that something dangerous like this would happen. Of course, there's also the other reason that she genuinely enjoyed his company but with the adrenaline still pumping in her veins, this was more urgent in her mind.

It's only when he handed her a towel that she remembered just how drenched they were.

She wanted to refuse his offer because she noted that it was the only towel he had and she hadn't brought one, but he insisted and it was easier to just accept it and bury her face in it rather than stare any longer at his determined eyes. She inhaled deeply. It smelled of fabric softener and nothing more. She didn't understand why she felt a small tinge of disappointment at that but she brushed that aside as she began to wipe herself so that at least she wasn't dripping. It wouldn't actually make any difference to her but she appreciated the sentiment.

There was still one problem though. They still had to leave the safety of this roof though and the rain wouldn't let up anytime soon. There were two of them but only one umbrella. Coincidentally though, this was also his bus stop and the point where they'd go in separate directions. So sharing wasn't an option. She offered to lend him her umbrella, mostly because between the two of them, she was more physically fit and healthy to combat any ailment a person could possibly get from being soaked in such cold weather. Unlike her, he was able to refuse. He said that he'd be fine without it and he'd much rather that she'd have it. To be fair though, they agreed that she'd keep the towel and return it washed the next time they'd meet. With that, they waited a few more minutes in the off chance that the rain would ease up but to no avail. So they ended up bracing themselves against the torrential downpour as they went their separate ways.

It's only when she got home and did the laundry that she saw the design of his towel.

The following monday was a monumental memory in their lives and they didn't know it yet. He didn't even bring up anything about the towel much to her relief. The whole day went on as it usually did, nothing extraordinary happening… yet. After their classes, they were the only two left in the classroom because they were on cleaning duty together again. The assignment of duties were drawn by lottery but she couldn't help but feel it was rigged since they always ended up together one way or the other. And by other, that meant one of their original partners ditching and it just became routine for the other to stay and help. Today it was her sister who left for her to pick up her slack not that she minded. She's used to taking over the chores for her.

When they were done cleaning, Mukuro promptly returned the borrowed towel.

"Here. Thanks for lending this to me last Friday." She handed the item neatly folded and with the design in full view at the top.

"No problem." He said as he took it. He was about to place it inside the bag but not before he noticed the print much to his confusion. "What the?" He looked at the towel and then at her. Back and forth a few times in disbelief as if something "I think you brought the wrong towel. This isn't mine." He shook his head.

There was a sentence embroidered on the towel with red thread as if sewn with the very red strings of fate.

I LOVE YOU

"I made no mistake. This is yours." She replied calmly in contrast to his panicked state. "It even has your name on it."

"What?!" He yelped in surprise and froze for a moment. Once he recovered from that shock, he then unceremoniously unfolded and searched the fabric for the treacherous name. And true enough much to his horror, there at one corner of it was his name- his surname. But this wasn't his towel though. "This is my sister's."

"Oh." She responded blankly. For a moment, her straight face broke but she quickly masked it before he could even notice it. However, she couldn't quite do the same with her voice as she softly spoke in sullen understanding, "I see…"

"Yeah…" He drawled on awkwardly as he scratched the back of his head. His throat had suddenly gone dry so he was just forcing the words to come out. "I must have taken hers by mistake. Sorry for the confusion."

"No, it's okay." She gently shook her head. "It was wrong of me anyways…"

"Wrong?" He leaned forward in concern. "Wrong of you what?"

"To assume." She said flatly, her voice distant and cold around the edges. There was also something more to her voice which caused a sharp stabbing pain inside his chest. She sounded…disappointed. No, more than that. Even worse, she sounded hurt. Deeply hurt. But she kept her face void of any such emotion that if he hadn't been listening closely, he wouldn't even have noticed the slightest change in her demeanor as she brushed him off. "It's nothing. It's just a design. There's no other meaning to it."

"I…" He what? He wanted to say something, he wanted to say everything, but all the words had wanted to come out all at once that they got caught in his throat instead and he didn't know what to say first or where to begin.

But unlike him, she had already decided. She was already leaving. "Let's just go home." She said as she started to turn around.

Only to be stopped in her tracks by his hand desperately tugging on her sleeve.

"You know what? You're not wrong." He softly started, his head faced downwards so it was impossible to see what kind of expression he was making.

"...What?" Her heart skipped a beat.

"Assume away." He boldly declared.

"What are you saying?" She hesitantly asked.

He took a deep breath and then proceeded to speak timidly. "Okay so the towel isn't really mine and I don't know anything about love. All I know is that it's something to be taken seriously and it's not something you're supposed to say to anyone so easily." Then he finally lifted his head up only to stare at her with eyes hardened with resolve. "But I do like you."

The words resounded between them.

She could hear her own heartbeat hammering in her head. "You… like me?" She asked incredulously.

"I do." She didn't look like she believed him so he leaned forward until all that existed in their eyes were each other. "As in I really really like you." He continued on. And in a softer, more tender, and more sincere voice, pouring out his words straight from his heart, he confessed, "I love you."

Although he said it in the softest voice, he knew that she had clearly heard him.

And hopefully his feelings would reach her. Hopefully, his feelings would be reciprocated.

"...!" This time she couldn't mask all her feelings anymore as she stared back at him slack jawed in disbelief. She wanted to believe him but she was afraid that this was too good to be true. She didn't want to get her hopes up only to have them treacherously crash down on her. That's why she denied him at first. "But I thought you said it's not something you can say to anyone."

"I know and I still meant that." He smiled tenderly at her. He knew where she was coming from. She was insecure and he understood that so he had to be patient. He let go of her sleeve only to carefully hold her hand instead. He gave it a little reassuring squeeze without breaking eye contact. "That's why I'm saying it to you. I won't say it to anyone else."

Whether it was the affection in his touch, the resolve in his voice, the honesty in his eyes, or a combination of all three, she gradually accepted that this was happening, his feelings were real and they were directed towards her.

"I-I see." She stammered as she flushed harder.

He was also equally red as her, maybe even redder, but that didn't stop him from blurting out his next choice words, "And I want to know if you feel the same way too."

Mukuro froze on the spot. They both stood there as the seconds agonizingly stretched in silence. Well aside from their own deafening heartbeats, it was silent between them. This was the turning point, a crucial hinge in their relationship. And because of the importance of such deciding moment, there was no way they could rush this. He waited patiently, anxiously, for her reply. Meanwhile, her face was as unreadable as ever aside from the pink dusting her cheeks.

"I…" She mumbled something underneath her breath but it was as if only her lips moved and her voice was muted.

He gulped audibly. "What did you say? Sorry, I couldn't hear you properly."

Her hand smoothly slipped out of his only to reach out to him, pass by him, and back to her. She held up the towel with both hands and covered her face, with the bold print facing him as if signed by the very red string of fate.

I LOVE YOU

With the towel covering her face, it was hard to guess what kind of expression she was wearing but at least this time, he certainly heard her voice. "...Me too." She murmured shyly.

The towel may have hidden her face but she forgot to cover her pink ears too.

"Really? I'm so happy!" He shouted in absolute glee, the loudest this room has ever heard. There was something infectious about the unbridled joy in his voice that made her lower the towel to take a peek. She wasn't disappointed.

There on his face was the brightest grin she had ever seen him wear. And if only she had seen herself in that moment then she would've known that her smile mirrored his. They were matching.

Better yet, they were a couple now.

"So… what happens next?" She asked curiously with her chest still filled with lightness.

"I guess we're dating now." He said with a goofy smile plastered on his face. "I promise I'll be the best boyfriend for you."

"Oh, then…" She flushed harder at his declaration but she didn't back down either. "Please take good care of me."

The only thing accidental was the confession but everything else was genuinely intended. Their reciprocated feelings wasn't just a coincidence that happened just for that day. This was a relationship they built together piece by piece with their own hands ever since that fateful day that they met. And though it wasn't planned, it was only natural that they'd end up together. Their relationship was surely inevitable.

That confession was just one of the many times that they grew just a little bit closer.

After that, they shared many experiences together and grew ever so closer each time. However, no matter how close they already were, it was never enough. They needed to be closer. Their relationship naturally escalated. Brief touches became lingering contact. Stolen glances became smoldering gazes. Quick kisses became full blown makeout sessions. But before they could get close enough, they'd always stop.

Much to both of their embarrassment and frustration.

There was this sort of excitement mixed in with the fear of tackling this latest hurdle. Although most of the issues they've resolved as a couple were new territory, there was something particularly delicate about this one that made them hesitate. At any moment that one of them "accidentally" got too excited, they'd freeze on the spot, unsure of what to do next and so they always ended up doing nothing. They treated those "close calls" as if they were too close when in fact it was the opposite, they weren't close enough. And with every close encounter, the sexual tension between them just raised higher.

At some point, that tension had to break.

Tonight, they've had enough of that frustration- even if they don't know it yet.

The two were making out on the couch again and just like most of their makeout sessions, it started out innocent at first.

Makoto was engrossed with a book as he sat on one side of the couch. He preferred the lighting there than in the bedroom and the couch was admittedly comfortable enough. Mukuro had just come out of the shower fully dressed, her hair still damp, when she saw him in his usual position. She promptly walked towards him and took her spot on the couch which was beside him and with her head on his lap. If this was during their first year together, she wouldn't have the courage to do this but now it's become mundane for her. At first they were sitting with a pillow between them. Then they took away the pillow. Then she started leaning on his shoulder but after she fell asleep that one time and woke up with a lap pillow, they figured that they'd stick with this instead.

And just like always, as soon as she rested her head on his lap, he'd promptly lean down and kiss her briefly on the forehead. He'd then unconsciously play with her hair with one hand as he continued reading his book. Sometimes though, she'd kiss him back on the cheek right before he could pull back out of reach. Then he'd kiss her again and she'd reciprocate again. They'd trade kisses back and forth until he's forgotten about his book and she's no longer laying on his lap but rather sitting on it as their lips meshed eagerly. This was one of those sometimes. It was only natural to get excited over such a passionate exchange and Mukuro felt it. Makoto on the other hand was embarrassed about it.

They stopped.

"I-I think that's enough for tonight." He said with cheeks flushed, out of breath.

"Oh…" She replied with a more controlled face.

This always happened.

They just never went past this no matter how much they wanted to. So just like always, she scooted off him and they both stood up to leave and cool down separately.

Except, tonight was different.

Makoto felt himself abruptly pulled down to the sofa in one second, and in the next, Mukuro was on top of him.

"I don't think so." She said determinedly.

"W-what are you saying?" He stammered in panic. "If… If we don't stop now…" He paused as his eyes travelled downward briefly but immediately raised them to look at only her face albeit with him blushing harder than before. "I don't think I can stop myself if we continue any further."

"Then don't stop." She boldly ordered him.

"What?!" He yelped as his eyes widened in surprise. "W-wait, this is all happening so fast!" He stuttered just like he always did whenever he was too nervous or caught off-guard or in this case both. He looked at her incredulously. "And shouldn't we talk about this first?"

"We're already talking right now." She said matter-of-factly as she narrowed her eyes at him. "We've been dating for a LONG while now so this should be fine."

He shook his head. "Hold on, did someone pester you again about our relationship? Because if so, you don't have to feel pressured to do this."

She stared at him levelly for the longest second and then spoke in all honesty, "No one pressured me." She leaned forward until their foreheads touched, her breath mixing in with his. "Is it so hard to believe that I want this too?"

With this close proximity, he couldn't help but breathe in her fragrance. It was lovely. It was hers. It was intoxicating.

But before he could inhale any more, she suddenly pulled back with a concerned face. "Unless, you don't want to?"

His hands immediately reached out and cupped her face. "No, no! I want to!" He protested a bit too enthusiastically which made him groan afterward. "Oh, geez. That made me sound too eager. I mean I am eager but I don't want you to think that I'm a pervert or anything and that's all that I can think about." He sighed.

She tilted her head. "Then it's okay for you if we continue?"

"Me? Don't worry too much about me, I'm fine either way." He smiled warmly as he tenderly caressed her face. "It's you that I'm worried about."

"Is there something wrong… with me?" She anxiously asked, worry etched all over her face.

"Oh, no! No!" He immediately yelled. "Please don't take it the wrong way." He corrected himself as his eyes locked onto hers sincerely. "It's just that… I heard that it could be painful for girls. Especially for the first time."

Understanding dawned onto her. So that's what he was worried about.

"Oh…" She murmured as her features began to relax again. "I'll be fine though. It's nothing to worry about." She declared nonchalantly.

Him on the other hand, didn't sound as certain. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I've…" She blushed as she paused. "I've asked around on how it actually is and how to deal with it." And though her face was bright red, it didn't diminish the determination set in her eyes as she boldly stated, "I'm prepared."

"Oh…I see." His heart was beating faster now since they just confirmed that they could do it and with how things were, they'd probably do it. It excited and terrified him at the same time. He audibly gulped. "Then I guess we're okay?"

"Yes." She nodded resolutely.

"But are you really sure you want to do it? Like right now? Don't you want your first time to be I dunno, special?" He peppered her with more questions.

"What are you talking about? If it's with you, it's always special." She answered so casually, so innocently, that it was impossible not to fall for her.

"Hnngh!" He grunted and then muttered to himself. "Smooth talker as always."

She tilted her head in puzzlement. "Thank you?"

He pouted and then pulled her face closer until their noses were touching. An eskimo kiss. "You know, these things should be taken with more delicacy and planning."

"You never planned out your confession." She casually mentioned.

"Hey! Don't use that as an example!" He huffed indignantly.

"Just pointing it out." She retorted.

Another wave of silence descended between them. And though the tension had been broken, there was still the other kind, the more urgent tension that needed to be addressed.

"Well, are you really sure about this?" He asked one last time with utmost seriousness.

Makoto's always taken the first step. Always. When they first met, when they confessed, when they held hands, when they went on dates, when they moved in, and all their other firsts. Despite his timid aura, he was actually more courageous than he looked. It was always him who took the first necessary steps for them even though it was a shared responsibility between them as a couple. Maybe that's why Mukuro felt the need to contribute now. Maybe this time, she'd be the bold one and take the dive for them. Maybe this time, she'd take the first step rather than him.

So this time, she took the lead instead as she kissed him. Hard.

Tonight, they'd get just a little bit closer.

~xoxo~xoxo~

And oh, how close they'd get. Which begs the question of how?

When Mukuro boldly said that she asked around and that she was prepared for this, she was honestly bluffing. She did ask around but she only had one source and even that person had a history of being unreliable. Her sister hardly gave her any details nor tips, she just gave her… that. Anyways, she only had the vaguest idea of what was supposed to happen but had no clue as to how to do it. She's just winging it right now. Kissing was familiar territory so it was easy for her to initiate that but the next step was a complete mystery for her. Were there even steps for this? Was a proper training needed? Was she doing this right? She wracked her head for any important information she may have missed. There was something about letting instincts take over or just losing control, whatever that meant.

"Hnngh!"

As if right on cue, Makoto whimpered softly when she chewed on his bottom lip, and the sound just drove her mad.

Then she stopped over analyzing and focused instead on making him repeat those sounds.

She played with his bottom lip between her teeth which elicited a few soft whimpers but none of them sounded like the first one she heard. Dissatisfied, she tried experimenting with her kisses. She languidly dragged her lips to his jaw, to his cheeks, up to his ears where she nibbled on them for a bit which made him yelp and squirm in surprise. If it weren't for her honed skills, she would've fallen off balance from the sudden movement but she refused to leave her spot on top of him, her arms were like steel pillars caging him between them.

"Ticklish?" She whispered hotly in his ear. A shiver ran through his body and she felt it, she even felt proud over it.

He nodded mutely, still gasping from their recent makeout session. Shyly, he asked for her permission. "Can I...can I kiss you too?"

"You're free to… do what you want." With me. She wanted to say but that was as far as her courage went as she waited with bated breath for his turn, her heart drumming wildly in her ears.

"Ah!"

She gasped in surprise as his lips preyed on her neck. This time it was her turn to whimper as the sensation of his hot breath and chapped lips invaded her senses. He didn't stay in one spot either as his lips traveled downward carefully, slowly, and teasingly, leaving a trail of wet kisses until he was met with intrusive fabric and Mukuro was overcome with an acute hatred towards her shirt. Fortunately though, before she could rip her own clothes, Makoto swiftly pulled on the collar of her shirt until it revealed her collarbones. He's never done anything this rough before. He was always gentle with her, so very careful with her, as if she was delicate enough to break easily. He could be forward but still gentle and never too rough. Maybe that's why it surprised her all the more when he bit her. Hard.

"Ngh!"

That sudden jolt of pleasure combined with the slow buildup was too much for her to stay focused that she momentarily lost balance. Her arms folded and her body fell on top of his and all at once he felt just how soft she was at certain areas. She breathed in short breaths as she whimpered against his neck and with how tempting she looked in the moment, it took all of his willpower to stop himself from ravaging her right then and there. Even though he had her consent, he didn't want this to be over so quickly, especially not when this was both their first time.

"Was that too much?" He asked concernedly as his tongue lapped on where he bit her.

"Not enough." She retorted with a grunt, already energized again as she pulled him up.

This time they were in a seating position, with her snugly seated on his thigh. They continued kissing each other with such passion, such hunger, that it seemed like they have been starved of each other's affection for so long. But they weren't going to stop at just kisses. They were both so absorbed in each other that it was hard to tell who started what but at some point their hands began exploring as well. When Mukuro's hands went underneath his shirt, she confirmed what she already knew. She hummed lightly in approval as her hands roamed and mapped out his build. Despite Makoto's soft looking face, he was still male all throughout and not all of his features were soft. But none of those compared to Mukuro's.

Her abs were chiseled to perfection as his fingertips danced on them appreciatively. He'd always fantasized over touching them and though there were those few brief grazes in the past, those simply weren't enough compared to the freedom he had now. He carefully traced every hardened muscle of hers over and over again until he had them memorized. Even when he's sure that he had the sensation burned to his fingertips, he still continued his hands' adoration over them. All the while, she had been mewling softly to his touches which only bolstered his confidence as he kissed her harder and his touches grew bolder. He was warm to touch but when he touched her, his fingers felt like they were on fire, trailblazing all over her. As her hands roamed higher and higher until they were splayed across his chest, his hands in contrast dared to explore lower and lower.

Until his fingertips precariously grazed the hem of her shorts, the feeling sank through the fabric and reached her sensitive skin underneath.

Which caused her hands to ball into fists as a sharp breath escaped her lips. Afraid that he might have overstepped his boundaries, Makoto cautiously returned his hands to holding her sides, his fingertips were still unconsciously drumming against her, "Mukuro?"

When she opened her eyes, they were glazed with something unidentifiable. "Bed." She almost growled.

And for the third time that night, he got pulled in by her again- not that he minded.

They made out on their way to the bedroom. He didn't even question as to how she had led them there even though her eyes were closed most of the time, it's just one of the perks that came with her talent. He blushed harder at the thought of how inappropriate the use of her skills were in this situation but couldn't entertain the thought any more than that as she kissed him harder. She must have noticed that he was distracted which made him chuckle a bit in between their kisses to which she grunted in approval. They fumbled around on their way there, mostly because despite her expert steering, he still almost tripped on more than one occasion.

Once they reached the bedroom, that's when the realization of what will happen next started to sink in.

They were both reminded just how inexperienced the two of them were as soon as they broke free from each other's lips. And though they were out of breath, it was still not enough to distract them from the sudden awkwardness that fell between them.

"Should we…" She paused as she flushed. "Should we undress now?"

"Y-yeah, I guess." He stammered. Even though both of them were clearly embarrassed, she was still better than him at pulling out a straight face. "But let's keep our underwear on."

"We're not going all the way?" She innocently asked.

Which just made his pants more uncomfortable than it already was. "We are!" He yelled with a flushed face. "I mean maybe? We probably would. I mean we should. Ack, you know what I mean." He rambled on embarrassedly, getting redder with every sentence. "But let's keep them on for a little while longer."

"Okay." Her voice shook, whether it was from being out of breath or from being nervous, only she would know for sure.

They stared at each other for the longest seconds, as if waiting for something to happen, unsure as to who should move first. The fiery passion between them was slowly fading into cold awkwardness and if no one acted soon, they'd probably end up stopping there and calling it a night. They were both too nervous to make a move. Makoto's mouth opened as he was about to say something but before he could, Mukuro remembered that she decided on being the first mover tonight. If she didn't move quick enough, he might say something similar to backing out and then they'd be back to square one again. They didn't make it this far only to stop here. And so with recurring determination, she swiftly pulled over her shirt and tossed it aside to reveal her glorious chiseled abs and her trademark black sports bra. Makoto's hands went to cover his eyes in embarrassment upon reflex.

"You can look you know." She said encouragingly but also shyly.

"I-I know. It's just reflex, sorry." He apologized sheepishly although he still kept his hands there for a few more seconds just until he had stocked enough courage to look at her.

When he finally lowered his hands, his jaw also dropped with them. In that short amount of time, she had also removed her shorts to reveal the full length of her toned legs so now she was down to just her underwear. And sure, he'd already seen her in a two-piece when they went swimming at the beach that one time but this was different. There was something intimate with it being just the two of them and her specifically undressing just for him, for his eyes only. And honestly, it just fueled his passion in more ways than one.

She fidgeted and one of her hands went to grab her other elbow as if to cover herself up but not really. "...You're staring." Although she said she was okay with it, she couldn't help but get conscious over it.

"Oh! Um!" He jumped. He hadn't realized that he'd been staring for so long and he was still fully clothed. "I should take off mine too." He sheepishly said and then proceeded to peel off his shirt and his sweatpants. He could feel her eyes over him the whole time and so it was his turn to be self-conscious. He's a bit ashamed that he was wearing his favorite boxers, the white one with lucky stars (there's a joke in there somewhere), because he's sure that this did not look sexy at all but it's not like she minded… or that they'd stay on anyways.

Now they were both stripped down to their undergarments.

"I guess we should get to bed now." She said without meeting his eyes as she took him by the wrist.

Despite her bold declaration, she was just as nervous as him. Her hand trembled slightly and though it was just the faintest tremor, he still felt her anxiety through their skin. He gently placed his free hand on top of hers which prompted her to look back at him. "You should lay down this time." He smiled tenderly at her.

"But!" She started.

"Please?" He insisted with puppy dog eyes he knew she couldn't refuse. And sure enough, she flushed and nodded numbly.

Much to her relief, he took the lead this time.

Although honestly, he had no idea what to do next either and he's almost certain that she knew that too. Which was why he felt his heart surge at the complete trust she placed on him as she readily laid down on their bed, openly inviting. Even though he was just bluffing, she still placed her faith in him. And he wasn't one to let her down, at least not without trying first. With that, he took his position on top of her, much closer this time as their chests met, but careful not to crush her with his weight. His forehead touched hers as they stared deeply at each other, confirming their love for one another with just their heated gazes. And after a heartbeat, she closed her eyes. Not long after, he opened her mouth.

In contrast to their earlier fervent kisses, this time they started off slow. Torturously slow.

At first he kissed her on the lips, his tongue savoring the flavor of her mouth. She kissed back just as eagerly, perhaps even more. Whenever he felt that they were picking up the pace, he'd slow them down again or distract her with his hands. He's a fast learner and he found out from earlier just how much she enjoyed his fingertips on her. That made two of them, he chuckled mentally. He then started exploring her with his lips as he made sure to not miss any part of her exposed skin. She still smelled fresh from her shower which just made her even more enticing than she already was and she was heavenly intoxicating. Her scent just fuelled his already hyperactive senses as he kissed her even more fervently. And while he peppered her body with kisses, he also showered her with even more affection. He whispered "I love you's" every so often especially whenever she made those appreciative noises. He's just discovered them for the first time and already he's addicted.

Whenever she took in a particularly sharp breath or made a seductively sweet mewl, he made sure to give special attention to that spot. And the best sounds reached his ears whenever he bit down on them and sucked. Hard. She'd shriek in pleasure and a swell of pride would burst forth within him. There was also another swelling happening with him but he'd take care of that later. For now, he just wanted to take care of her needs first. Judging by how her body was reacting, he guessed that he was doing this right- hopefully. Her breathing was starting to get ragged too which just motivated him all the more as his hands began massaging lightly at the areas he wasn't currently adoring with languid kisses.

His hands kept "accidentally" brushing the edges of her sports bra. He's not even sure himself whether it was an unconscious effort or not anymore.

She too had noticed this. "Maybe I should… Ah!" She gasped as he left another mark on her. "T-take it off." She stuttered as he was now nursing the bite with his tongue.

"Good idea." He blurted out distractedly as soon as the words popped in his head. Ack! He mentally chided himself for talking without thinking first. He really wasn't thinking clearly anymore. "I mean only if you want to!" He backtracked and hoped she didn't think of him as too eager.

He felt her inhale deeply underneath his fingertips as she deftly pulled over her sports bra, revealing her breasts in full glory. Her sports bra really didn't do them justice. He'd always known that her chest had volume. It was hard not to guess especially since he's already seen her in a bikini before. Heck, he had confirmed it numerous times whenever they cuddled and especially when they embraced too tightly. But none of those experiences had prepared him for the sight before him. Two bare twin peaks laid before him up close and he was suddenly aware of another peak from below his waistline.

Both of them flushed harder.

Makoto cleared his throat as he hesitantly asked for permission, "C-can I touch them?"

"Y-yeah." She timidly nodded as she looked away in embarrassment.

In contrast to her hardened abs, her breasts were softer, much softer. He tentatively reached out and lightly cupped one of her breasts. "Eep!" Which earned him a much satisfying gasp. The sensation was unlike any other he had ever felt. His other hand went and grabbed the other. "Ah!" She mewled shortly. Maybe he grabbed too roughly but she didn't sound in pain nor did she make any movements to stop him and so he continued. Now both of his hands were fondling her breasts in fascination as she writhed underneath him, her own hands clutching tightly at the bedsheets. Her skin was smooth so she was excitedly aware of the roughness of his palms and fingertips. His touches were light and tentative as they tested the ampleness of her bosom. It was like his hands were sinking into the softness and all of the encouraging noises she made didn't help either. He gently squeezed them experimentally.

"Nngh!"

Which earned him a low reverberating moan from her unlike any he had ever heard. There was something alluring about her moans mixed in with her ragged breaths that intoxicated him. So he continued experimenting with the way he held and groped her breasts as she squirmed and whimpered beneath him. Seeing her in such tempting state only made his mouth dry and only then had he realized that he had stopped kissing her. His tongue unconsciously licked his lips. As much as he wanted to kiss her right now, he wanted even more to hear those beautiful sounds that escaped her lips. So he kissed her elsewhere. He kissed her everywhere.

He even kissed the underside of her breasts- much to her pleasant surprise. But he had yet to kiss all of her for he had been purposely avoiding her nipples. He just wasn't sure if he was brave enough or if it was appropriate in the first place. Not even his fingertips had ever glossed over them, only circled temptingly around them. Although he was curious, he didn't want to overstep boundaries and freak her out. Then again, he's already done a lot of bold things with her, on her. He briefly wondered if he should put one in his mouth but argued against it just in case she wasn't into that and ruin the mood. Maybe he'd try that next time. Next time? They're not even through with their first time and he was already thinking of a next time! Geez, he's really lost control over reason. So this was what they meant by hormones taking over mental capacities.

While he was busy worshipping her body, Mukuro was defenseless against him. He just kept kissing her, handling her, physically admiring her, and it was driving her mad but mad in a good way, in a very good way. In a way she had never felt like before. She felt something build inside her very core and everything he did was filling her to the brim with pleasure that's just about to burst. Even the faintest of touches had set off the greatest tremors within her body. He was doing wonders on her and frankly, anything he'd do had the most remarkable effect on her. All of this was building up to something greater and she was coming close to was like the next kiss might be the trigger to the climax.

The realization made her eyes snap wide open- which she immediately regretted as she looked down and saw her boyfriend lewdly ravishing her. Even when she shut her eyes, the image had already ingrained itself behind her eyelids. She could have sworn that she wasn't just hot from their "activities". But more importantly, she swiftly pulled him up only for her to kiss him hotly open-mouthed. And though it was sudden, he didn't seem annoyed at being interrupted not when he groaned ardently into her mouth, his tongue darting in to dance with hers. The kiss executed the necessary effect as his hands stopped moving and he seemingly forgot what he was doing beforehand.

They pulled away after some time. Minutes? Seconds? It was hard to tell exactly how much time had passed especially with lust clouding their judgment. But one thing they were sure of though was that although it was Mukuro who started this kiss, she was also the one who ended it- and abruptly at that.

"Is… something wrong? I didn't hurt you, did I?" Makoto breathily asked.

She shook her head numbly. "No, that's not it."

"Oh, then what-"

"I need you." She pleaded in a saccharine voice dripping with unfulfilled yearning.

It was obviously clear as to what her "need" was and who would be able to provide for her.

He audibly gulped. "Oh."

"Yeah, so…" She flushed furiously and now he could see the blush travel across her body. In a timid yet longing voice, she pleaded. "Please don't make me say it."

"A-alright, I got it." He shakily nodded as his hands tugged on the edges of her panty. "May I?"

When she nodded, he tactfully pulled on her underwear until he slipped it off past her legs. And finally, there right before him was Mukuro in all her gorgeous bare glory. His eyes admired every inch of her exposed beauty as he just gawked at her speechless. Not a single scar marred her body even though it has been through more wars than most soldiers did in their lifetimes. And although she's never had an injury that bled, her skin was far from flawless. It was just as rough, calloused and hardened with toned muscles just as any mercenary veteran build perhaps even more so. In all its entirety, it was still hers and that enough made her perfect in his eyes. This wasn't just any attractive body he was beholding, it was her attractive body and damn was it sexy indeed.

He was just so captivated by her allure that he almost hadn't noticed the faint tugging at his own underwear.

"...May I?" She squeaked as her fingers were already hooked at his garter.

He numbly nodded. "S-sure." His boxers came off just as quickly.

Now they were both undressed. This time it was her turn to admire his body. Unlike hers, his build wasn't as athletic and fell more on the average spectrum not like she particularly minded. His body type did nothing to diminish his radiant smile or his charming personality. She'd still love him regardless of what he looked like. Besides, he's matured over the years and that says a lot since she was there with him since his adolescent build in high school. His shoulders broadened as he grew an inch or two taller (the number changed depending on who you asked), his jaw became defined which made him look less boyish and more manly, his voice lowered to a smoother tone and he even packed in some muscles here and there. And even though he's embarrassed of how soft his stomach had gotten recently, she secretly adored it. She much preferred him softer but she thought it was best not to tell him lest she wound his pride. And tonight, she had explored almost all of his fully grown body.

All except one part in particular.

"It's…" She trailed as she stared at it with an unreadable expression. "Larger than what I expected."

"I don't know how to take that." He lamely replied as he scratched the back of his head.

"It's just…" Her eyebrows furrowed in skepticism. "That's going to go inside me… right?"

"Oh… yeah." He replied weakly suddenly understanding the implications of her line of inquiry. He bit the inside of his cheek as worry creased over his face. "Listen, we don't have to do this if you're not ready for it. I'll understand." He said in a tender and soothing voice. "We've already done plenty tonight." He paused and blushed at this but still persevered with his words. "If this worries you then maybe we should do some uh, exercises or something first before we do the real deal. But maybe we should stop here for now."

She adamantly shook her head. "No, it's okay. I'm not worried. Just... curious." Whether consciously or not, she licked her lips and even though it was a seemingly small gesture, it was noticeable enough, powerful enough, seductive enough, that he almost took back his words on the spot as his adam's apple bobbed.

He shook his head to cool himself. "Curious. Okay, I get that." He flushed at how ridiculous he was being. He was getting turned on by just the slightest things and it sure didn't help at how focused her gaze was down there. She wasn't even touching him yet, just staring at him- concentratedly.

"Can I touch it?" As if reading his thoughts, she asked permission and though her voice sounded innocent enough, her intent was innocent enough, her half-lidded eyes was also erotic enough.

He had almost let go at that deadly combination.

"W-what?!" He sputtered in shock.

"Well I need to know what I'll be up against." She stated matter-of-factly.

"You say that as if you're taking down an obstacle." He pointed out with a weak chuckle.

"..." She neither confirmed nor denied the accusation.

He sweatdropped. "Well as long as you're not treating it as eliminating a threat." He nervously swallowed and then stuttered. "S-sure you can."

And with his permission, she tentatively took hold of him.

"Ah!" He hissed and then groaned in checked pleasure.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?" She asked concernedly. That was definitely a new sound and she wasn't sure what it meant. He sounded excited but his face was contorted in an almost painful look.

"No, no! It's the opposite, really!" He refuted in a shrill and squeaky voice. His voice still hasn't recovered from her sudden handling.

"Oh, then that's good?" She tilted her head in puzzlement as she asked again for confirmation.

He nodded shakily. "Y-yeah, it's good. I was just a bit surprised. Still not used to someone else touching it that's all." He took deep breaths in order to stop himself from getting over excited. The last thing they needed was this accidentally ending prematurely. But it looked like she wasn't satisfied with her check so he braced himself again and then embarrassingly encouraged her. "You can um, continue if you want."

With the confirmation that he was alright and that she actually did something good, she continued with her examination. She carefully scrutinized it upon closer inspection, unaware that he was sensitive enough to feel her hot breaths on him. "Mmff!" He covered his mouth to muffle his excited gasps. Her hands ran up and down his length a few times in interest as she measured him and lightly squeezed at calculated sections to test his firmness. "Ah!" His body reflexively jerked in time with each squeeze and he could no longer cover the grunts of pleasure that ripped out of his throat. His pleasure just raised her pride and every gasp, every groan, every tremor that escaped him was just another stick added to the already raging fire within her. He was writhing and she was doing that to him. It was absolutely arousing. She was so enamored with his reactions that at some point, she had forgotten about her inspection and focused instead on bringing out the best sounds and also the greatest tremors from him.

But before she could bring him over to the brink, his hand shot out to firmly grip her wrist and effectively stopped her movements.

"O-kay! T-that's enough for now!" He quickly yelped in a shrill tone.

"But I haven't fully grasped it yet." She said it so casually, so unawarely, so innocently, that it made her all the more charming and again he summoned all of whatever's left of his willpower in order to stop himself from letting go right then and there.

"I'm not sure I'll last long enough if you do that." He retorted through gritted teeth.

Her hands returned to her sides, much to his relief and also displeasure. He couldn't decide which one to feel, the hormones were messing up his priorities.

"Oh… I see." She slightly frowned in understanding as well as in disappointment. Well, he assumed she was going for a frown but it just looked like she was pouting which just made her cuter and all the more endearing.

He pecked her lightly on the lips. "I'll try harder next time."

At least that made her smile. "Okay. Next time." She returned a chaste kiss.

Did they just promise on a next time? Even though they weren't yet done with their first time?

Was it healthy to feel this excited already?

"So, uh…" He nervously started. "May I? Uh, touch yours, I mean."

"Yeah." She nodded timidly.

When his fingers went to touch her, the first sensation he felt was wetness. Excessively so. She was undeniably dripping wet.

"Aaah!" She loudly shrieked as her body jerked.

"Oh! S-sorry, are you okay?" He hesitantly asked as he pulled back his hand, his fingertips still dripping with her juices.

"Y-yeah, I'm f-fine." She stammered, already out of breath. "Keep going." She ordered breathily.

Her yell surprised him but it looked like he did more pleasure than harm. "Okay if you say so." He then tentatively placed his hand back where it was.

"Hnngh!" She muffled her moan with the back of her hand.

Although he was expecting it, it didn't make her sound any less arousing. With his other hand, he started caressing her inner thigh hoping it would relax her. "Ooh…" She moaned sensually. But it had the opposite effect. Right, well it made sense that she was sensitive there too. He kept his hand firmly in place there as the other explored her. She was so warm, so wet, and so sensitive. Honestly, he had no clue as to what he was doing other than it was driving her body crazy. He was just touching her and yet her body trembled at the faintest contact. He blew warmly into her experimentally. "Aaaah!" To which he was rewarded with the most sensual moan and the greatest shiver yet. He could hear her breathing heavily even from his position down there.

His hand continued exploring with his hot breaths close as she writhed and gasped in pleasure. And then he found her opening. He traced a finger over it. "Nngh!" Again. "Mmff!" And again. But those shrieks were nothing compared to her screams. "Aaah!" When he found this small yet hypersensitive nub. It was like he made the greatest discovery as that tiny nub was like a treasure trove of her most sensual reactions. It was so powerful that she had forsaken covering her mouth and chose instead to clutch at the bedsheets allowing him to hear her cries of pleasure in their raw glory. He couldn't get enough of the fervid moans she made whenever he touched it and when he pinched it, her screams were absolutely erotic.

She made the most sensual noises and it intoxicated him to no end.

"I'm going to put one in. Are you okay with that?" He said as he gently placed pressure on her folds but not really probing yet.

She weakly nodded. It seemed that despite all her inconceivable strength and stamina, she still had a limit. Now she barely had the energy to use words.

"Aaaah!" She breathily gasped as she felt his digit enter her.

He stayed still on the other hand to let her adjust and to account for the sensations. Inside was no different from outside her fold. She was wet. If anything, she was just warmer. No, she was hot. And it was an incredible feeling solely experienced by his finger yet its effects reverberated throughout his body. He was getting more excited than he already was and suddenly he was aware of another part of his body that wanted in on this feeling. He took a deep breath and pretended that was enough to cool him down. Then he started exploring as he wriggled his finger and probed experimentally. "Nngh!" She'd gasp and shake but it felt lacking to him. So he slowly pulled out his finger- and then slowly pushed it back inside. "Mmff!" Again. "Oohh…!" And again. His pace was languid, torturously slow. And although she didn't scream, the guttural groans that ripped from her throat were just as sensual and satisfying.

The noises she made just kept on coming one after another, the next one sounding indescribably sweeter than the one before. But before he could hear the most saccharine yet, this time it was her hand which shot out to grab his and effectively stopped him. He looked up to see her half-lidded eyes clouded with desire and the most sultry look he had ever seen on her face as she breathed in short ragged breaths. A low growl escaped his lips at the salacious vision before him. He pulled out his digit one last time, slowly, languidly, teasingly and was rewarded. As he did so, he saw the delicious contort of her face and heard the savory moan which escaped her lips. She was absolutely stunning and he couldn't get enough of her.

They were both terribly breathless, fervently excited, and oh, so very ready.

"I need you." She announced breathily but also with utmost urgency. "Now."

"S-sure!" He stammered and was secretly relieved to know that his voice still worked despite how dry his throat felt right now. "Let me just get-" His hand reached for something only to remember that he had nothing to reach for. "Shit."

Her eyes widened. He rarely swore and hearing him in their particular circumstance had kicked back in her rational thinking. "What? What's wrong?" She asked worriedly.

His face was a mix of a scowl and a frown. He looked absolutely forlorn. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He apologized repeatedly with his head bowed. "I didn't. I wasn't. I-I- fuck." He cursed again.

"What is it?" Now she was fully concerned. He looked so distraught and he wasn't the type to beat himself up over something. Her hand tenderly cupped his face and forced him to look at her with his downtrodden eyes. "Makoto. Tell me." She pecked him lightly. "Please?"

Aside from their still ragged breaths, it was silent between them and filled with tension. The mood had been disrupted but she wasn't too mad about it since he looked so guilty over it. He was panicking and he needed to cool down for a few seconds. She would give him that time as she patiently waited for him to speak whenever he was ready. Her chest swelled within when he leaned into her touch but unfortunately it wasn't enough to cure his troubles. He was so distressed all of a sudden that it was jarring for both of them, especially for him since he just swore twice in the span of ten seconds. It must have been something serious but he hadn't revealed what it was yet.

And then the moment of truth came.

He deeply sighed and looked away in shame. "I don't... have any condoms."

An awkward breeze of silence passed.

"Oh…" Mukuro didn't know what else to say.

"Yeah, so…" Makoto mumbled ashamedly. He was about to go for another round of apologies but was distracted when Mukuro sat up and reached for their dresser drawer right beside the bed.

And pulled out a condom packet.

"Problem solved." She said straight faced as she casually raised the packet for him to see.

Another awkward wave of silence passed them.

"What the?" Makoto muttered in disbelief. His mind was still processing what just happened and though it was painfully obvious as to its reality, he still questioned it. "Did you just take a condom from our drawer? And did I just see a box of them in there?" He asked incredulously.

She shrugged and then made a face. Uh oh, he knew that face. Only one person was responsible for that specific face of Mukuro's and he didn't like it one bit. "Junko forced them onto me."

"Wait, Junko?!" He yelled in trepidation. More importantly, it didn't seem like that box was conveniently given just recently. "How long have those been in there?" He questioned both in concern and in alarm.

"Since we moved in." She deadpanned. "Don't worry, these are the normal ones."

"I think that's the last thing I'm worried about now." Just how invested was her sister in their sex life? "Wait, what do you mean by normal ones? There are others?"

"Makoto. Focus." She narrowed her eyes at him and snapped her fingers for emphasis.

"Right. Okay. This is fine." Actually, not really. It bothered him a bit about her sister's intrusiveness but he'd have to worry about that later on. At least they had a condom now so he had to be grateful for that no matter how embarrassing this was or how disturbingly invasive her sister was. Nope, he won't bother with the details since he needed to get his focus back. He shook his head from any other distracting thoughts. "Sorry, just got a little bit sidetracked there."

"It's alright." She forgave him with a soft smile. At least he was back to his usual adorable self now. But back to the pressing matter at hand. "Anyways, will you put it on or… should I?" She offered.

"Umm." He flushed. Oh, sure now he was getting embarrassed. After all of those things they've been doing, after all of those sounds they were making, after all of those lewd activities, he chose now to get unreasonably shy. How typically innocent of him. "Do you know how to?" He shyly asked.

"My sis taught me." She answered matter-of-factly. And although she was already red enough as is, he could have sworn she had blushed harder at her own declaration.

"Of course, she did." He muttered under his breath. Why wasn't he surprised anymore?

"Is there a problem with that?" She said evenly with a thinly disguised threat undertoned. Her hand was still cupping his jaw and he felt her fingers twitch dangerously.

"Nope, not at all." He hastily replied. Sometimes he forgot just how overprotective she could be over her sister.

"Good." She huffed and then sternly ordered him, "Now hold still."

With nimble fingers she tore open the packet and dexterously slipped the condom on him with such skill and speed that he had shuddered at the contact. Her hand deftly checked his member to see if it was fitted right as it ran up and down and calculatedly inspected areas most especially the very tip. It was a challenging ordeal for him as he kept himself in check while he whimpered softly under her scrutiny. He had to hold his breath all throughout in fear that if he exhaled, he'd also accidentally let go at the same time. It felt weird to wear a condom but whenever her hand brushed him, he almost forgot that he was wearing one as pleasure overrode his senses.

"How does it feel?" She asked with concern.

"Tight." He said through gritted teeth. Upon realizing what he just said, he hastily corrected himself. "I-I mean right. Yeah, I think it's fitted r-right." He stuttered lamely.

"That's good..." She replied blankly as her eyes stared back at his in a heated gaze. "Then that means… we're good to go."

They felt each other's hearts drum wildly as their chests pressed firmly against each other and all the while they hadn't broken eye contact yet. In their eyes reflected a chaotic blend of emotions. Lust and love mixed in together and it was difficult to tell the two apart or maybe they weren't supposed to be separated at all, at least not for this moment. Their bodies thrummed in anticipation as a feeling of excitement like no other possessed them both and coursed through their skin like electricity. And although there was a dollop of nervousness mixed in with the adrenaline in their veins, there was something else, something more powerful coursing inside them. That something was desire. Not just the desire for pleasure although that was a part of it. This was a higher desire and it overpowered all other emotions.

It was their irrevocably strong desire to get closer- just a little bit closer.

"Are you really sure about this?" He asked her one final time as he carefully spread her legs.

"Yes." She boldly answered as she held his member to position it at her entrance.

A delicious shiver ran across both of their bodies upon contact.

"Okay, then let's do it."

Just a little bit closer.

At first he was just beside her and then he was inside her.

"Mmmngh!" Mukuro moaned as her face contorted in pain.

He entered her slowly, gently, and carefully so as not to shock her body. He wasn't even fully inside her yet, just an inch in, and already it was too much for her as evidenced by her pained groan and her nails sorely digging into his back. That said a lot considering she was rarely in pain and even when she was, she hardly made a show of it. It seemed that she must be really feeling this one and it was overpowering her. This was her first time after all so she wasn't used to having him inside her. His finger earlier felt nice but his member felt too much. Her body protested defiantly and she too stubbornly bit down on her groans. Him on the other hand, felt her body's resistance as her walls tightly clenched around him even when he had already paused.

"Ohh…" He groaned and for a moment he thought that he had almost lost it. Thankfully he had kept it in check. As much as he was feeling great, he couldn't help but feel guilty because she didn't look too good and he's certain that those moans were more pain than pleasure. "Hey, you still okay?" He asked worriedly.

"Y-yeah." She said through gritted teeth. "Just getting used to the feeling."

"Tell me if it hurts too much." He breathed as he kissed her chastely on the lips.

"I know. Don't worry, I can take this much." She smiled weakly but still lovingly at him.

After a few more deep breaths from both of them, and some urging from her, they decided to pick up the pace again. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, but surely, they connected closer. He slipped in deeper and deeper as she moaned louder and louder. He was also groaning himself and although he had a pained expression painted on his face, pain was certainly the last thing he was feeling. With every millimeter of newly ventured territory was an exhilarating discovery of pleasure. They still had to pause every now and then for both of their sakes but those were just breathers. They weren't going to stop prematurely, they were going to see this through the end. After all, then this breathtaking buildup would have been for naught.

Closer and closer, the gap between them shortened.

Until finally he was fully inside and they were both panting from just that. Her walls tightly clenched at his member just as firmly as her nails dug on the skin of his back. He could feel himself throbbing, he could feel her throbbing. Overall, it felt good. Indescribably good. The pleasure he felt below rippled throughout his body in shudders and it was enough to block out the pain boring into his back. She looked like she was still having a battle over the sensations overwhelming her and he could only hazard a guess as to which side was winning based on the salacious trembling her body did during the last few inches. Nevertheless, they stayed like that for a little while longer as he let her get adjusted to the feeling of him inside her.

Just a few more until homerun.

"I think… I'm okay now." She said breathlessly.

"Alright, but we're still going to take it slow." He pecked her again, this time on her forehead.

Just as slowly as he slipped in, he did the same when he slipped out. This elicited guttural groans from the both of them. An enticing tremor shook their frames in a ripple of pleasure. But it wasn't enough. They weren't satisfied with just that. So he then entered her again and this time they both sharply inhaled as another delicious shiver surged through them like electricity and it was gripping. All these new sensations were absolutely stimulating and it seemed as if there was always a higher degree of arousal to be discovered, much to their pleasure. The simple act of joining, separating, and reconnecting again was undeniably exhilarating and they couldn't get enough of it. There was a primal need for it. And so they repeated this process even as they fumbled at the first few times, it did not diminish the experience. Their desire to reach the highest peak was steel determination as they pushed forward and arched back.

In and out. Moans and groans.

Until they figured out a rhythm that worked wonders for them. Moving at a fixed pace was much better as it just amplified in tremendous magnitude this already thrilling experience. They weren't just connecting anymore. As their bodies shook and their throats cried, they were concurrently melding together. They were connected in more ways than one.

In and out. Mewls and whimpers.

Gradually, the pain was subsiding for Mukuro until all that's left was pleasure. Mind-blowing pleasure. It was overriding her just recent painful experience as it literally overrode her body with another immense wave rippling through her. No matter how painful it was before, the pleasure she felt now was surely worth it. And oh, was it worth it indeed.

In and out. Shivers and tremors.

At some point they started kissing each other fervently and with utmost urgency. There was a strong need to feel each other not just from below and so their lips decided to fill that thirst. They moaned in between their hot open-mouthed kisses which tasted even far better whenever their body shook in unadulterated bliss.

In and out. Faster and harder.

They were picking up speed now as their bodies desperately tried to keep up with their demanding arousals. All of their previous hesitations and nervousness had dissolved into the hazy cloud of lust that enraptured them. They were working on pure instinct now which told them that they were close but they still had to get closer. Their desires only growing needier with each powerful thrust.

In and out. Gasps and grunts.

They desperately clung onto each other, their upper bodies pressed firmly against each other as they closed whatever distance they could. Hot skin steamily embraced with even hotter skin as every inch of their exposed skin was given due attention. All the while, their lower extremities did their own sensual dance.

In and out. Screams and cries.

Everything was building up into one hot mess that was just about to burst. As their movements escalated so did their excitement. They could feel it inside. They were almost there. They were getting close, so close. Just a few more strokes. Just a few more kisses. Just a few more thrusts. In and out.

In and out. Fucking in and out.

"Aaaahh!"

Until finally, the climax.

They both screamed their lungs out as the greatest tremors rode their bodies and overrode their minds. Moaning and screaming mixed together as successive waves of indescribable pleasure quaked their anticipating selves and they weren't disappointed. It was truly an experience unlike any they've ever had and it was blissfully enrapturing. Sensually so. All these sensations were powerfully intoxicating as wave after wave burst forth from within and every part of their bodies felt it. After a few minutes, the tremors started to die down into shudders and their cries diminished into panting. As the last ripples of pleasure had shaken through them, their bodies began to return to their previous normal state as even their breathing steadied eventually. It was only then that they felt the fatigue of their strenuous activity and it left them both absolutely exhausted.

Exhausted but fulfilled.

"Wow…" He started with stars still in his eyes.

"That was…" She continued and had the same dazed look in her eyes.

"Amazing." They both finished at the same time.

"We should- hwaah." He abruptly yawned. "Do this more often."

"Tired?" She asked as she gently brushed her fingers through his hair which made him feel all the more sleepy.

"Aren't you?" He retorted before he yawned again and then he snuggled into the crook of her neck. Her warmth was

"A bit." She admitted as she fondly twisted a lock of his hair.

"Right, super soldier stamina." He mumbled lazily into her skin which tickled her just a bit.

"Jealous?" She teased with a smirk.

"Why would I be when you're my girlfriend?" He quipped matter-of-factly.

It's a good thing that he already had his eyes closed otherwise he would have seen her blush at his bold declaration. Even after everything they did tonight, just the smallest things he'd do or say could still make her blush like crazy.

"That's good to know." She said as she continued with her soothing strokes.

"Hmm…" He mumbled something incoherent and then abruptly fell silent. He must have fallen asleep.

This was nice. This peaceful calmness between them was a nice break from their earlier passionate frenzy.

"Hey, Mukuro." He chirped.

"Yes, Makoto?" She hummed.

He pushed himself up just so he could kiss her sloppily, his drowsiness affecting his performance. But it was still a kiss nonetheless, one that wasn't hurried as they took their sweet time just savoring each other. It was a slow and tender kiss, the kind that delicately melted in the mouth. And although it wasn't as intense as the ones they just had before, it was just as heartwarming as any of their other kisses, perhaps even more. It was still full of appreciation, of passion, of affection, that made her heart melt along with the kiss.

When he pulled back, her lips instinctively followed. To which she felt his mouth smile against hers.

"I love you." He tenderly told her in between.

"I love you too." She warmly answered back.

They confirmed their feelings so casually, so naturally, so lovingly and perhaps that was the greatest takeaway for them tonight.

The intercourse was of course amazing and all but even more incredible was their tenacious feelings for each other. As much as intercourse was physical, it was also just as much emotional, and it wouldn't be wrong to say that the latter outweighed the former. Because let's face it. Sex is always better with love and they were absolutely brimming with it. They loved each other first and foremost, the sex was just a happy consequence of it. And to think that this all started because of one particularly innocent desire.

They just wanted to get just a little bit closer.

And that night, they did. But only just a bit.

~xoxo~xoxo~~xoxo~xoxo~~xoxo~xoxo~~xoxo~xoxo~~xoxo~xoxo~~xoxo~xoxo~~xoxo~xoxo~~xoxo~xoxo~

Shinra-ex-SOLDIER

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OMAKE

No Shame in Safety

Makoto stared forward.

In front of him was another daunting hurdle he had yet to conquer. Just one of the many challenges he had to overcome. However, this particular obstacle unnerved him because it was unlike any other he had faced before. Perhaps this stumbling block was just too high for him to go over. No, of course not. Where's that excessive optimism whenever he needed it? He was just overthinking this. There wasn't anything intimidating about what he was about to do nor was there anything dangerous about it either. All he had to do was reach out and take it. How hard could that be, right? He reassured himself as he replayed the scenario step by step in his head.

"Is something the matter?" Mukuro asked him concernedly which snapped him from his reverie.

"Oh, no. It's nothing." He shook his head as he dismissed the matter. "Just thinking if we forgot anything." He smiled innocently, hoping she wouldn't notice.

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Is that so?" When he wasn't looking, she discreetly followed where his gaze was focused on just seconds beforehand.

Understanding dawned on her and tugged slightly at her lips.

"Don't worry, we didn't forget anything." She said reassuringly and unbeknownst to him, knowingly.

"Of course not. We didn't lose the grocery list this time." He chuckled weakly. "Anyways, let's go. Do you need help with that?"

Not really but the gesture was appreciated anyways. They've done this already before, have argued about this before, and have compromised regarding this already before. And so she nodded just like always and handed him one of the lighter bags. In particular, she deliberately handed him the one that had a box of condoms obviously placed on top. It was hard to miss it.

His eyes widened as soon as he saw it. "When did you-" He started with his mouth agape in surprise.

"We can't always rely on Junko." She deadpanned. And then she lightly kissed him on the cheek. "You can buy them next time we run out."

Mukuro could buy condoms with the straightest face but would still turn the brightest shade of red whenever she was the one who initiated affection- despite the fact that they've been dating for years now.

And here was Makoto, also the brightest shade of red, because his girlfriend had beaten him to buying their "necessities".

"I'm sorry I'm so unreliable when it comes to… this." He muttered as he blushed furiously, still not yet used to talking about it especially not in public. "I still can't help but get embarrassed."

"It's okay. You don't need to rush." She consoled him and then flashed him a small playful smirk. "Besides, you look cute whenever you try hard."

"I'm an adult and a grown man at that. Cute is hardly the goal I'm aiming for." He huffed indignantly.

"I prefer cute." She said matter-of-factly with a small smile on her lips.

"Okay so I'm cute." He pouted which only made him look cuter than he already was which just made her smile wider. Well as long as she'd smile at him like that then maybe cute wasn't so bad. "But at least let me be reliable!"

He still had a long way to go but as long as she was patient with him, he'd get there in due time.

~xoxo~xoxo~~xoxo~xoxo~~xoxo~xoxo~~xoxo~xoxo~~xoxo~xoxo~~xoxo~xoxo~~xoxo~xoxo~~xoxo~xoxo~

Before any of you ask, no, this is not another series fic like She Breathes. I'm sorry to disappoint you guys but this will be a two-shot of smut and one-shot of fluff. Take it or take nothing at all. Here's the rundown of the chapters:

1) The first time

2) The not so first time(s?)

3) EXTRA The only safe for work chapter

There are ZERO naekusaba rated M fics that are rated for more than just violence and I am honestly disappointed. This is a grave problem that needs our immediate and fullest attention. And so I've decided to take one for the team and (sin) fix it. BUT ONE IS NOT ENOUGH. I hope that someone else will either be inspired by this to write some more or offended by this to write better ones of their own. Either way, *slams fists on desk* WE NEED MORE.

FUN FACTS: 1) The main motivation and starting draft I had for this one was that "Naegs forgets the condoms but Muku is surprisingly ready."

2) The ratio of fluff to smut is almost 1:2 based on the word count and I don't know how to react to that you tell me

3) 13k words wow I'm so proud to be an open sinner, may my family never find this incriminating evidence lest they disown me

3.5) It's supposed to be longer. I'm not satisfied with this at all because I skipped out on A LOT of details but I wanted to get this out before the anime airs especially before I go to church... in a few hours

Also, I have no idea whatsoever for the next chapter so feel free to suggest (within reason please) welp, I look forward to that awkward conversation (it doesn't have to be awkward just talk to me like you normally do). In any case, I might just compromise and write it short but tastefully implicit instead of this explicit style. If I don't get a good idea or enough inspiration (or time at all), I might not even write chapter2 and just skip to the Extra chapter because I already have that drafted and writing smut is hard okay especially when I live in a place with no privacy and I don't want them to see my sins in writing.

Anyways, hope you liked this because this might be the ONLY naekusaba fic you'll get with this rating. For all you thirsty shippers out there, enjoy!