Before things got further, Kawashita broke the contact and hurried, cleaning his things, picking up my bag then handing it to me. The walk back to my apartment was the longest and most uncomfortable twelve minutes' walk in my twenty one—no, twenty two—years of existence. Thank the gods, we didn't bump into anyone he knew.
"Oh, I forgot. There's no condom in my apartment." I realized as I rummaged through my bag for my keys when we arrived at my front door.
"I have some in me." He tapped his brown body bag.
I slid the key in, opened the door, and pulled him inside. A smile filled my face, shutting the door and locking it. "Finally."
"That's my line." He pinned me to the door, got my bag out of the way before he dropped his head to my shoulders.
"We can settle that later. Let's not waste time." I moaned as Kawashita began nipping on my neck, sucking that tender skin behind my ears. I got goose bumps on my arms, and my heart thundered. This was it.
"Who said I will?" He asked as my coat dropped on the floor, his hand already on the button of my pants. It popped open, and his hand snaked inside. "Damn. You weren't kidding about wanting me."
I could only whimper and hold on to him. He nibbled my ears again. "You're so wet, Matsumoto-senpai."
"Please," I cried as he increased his pace. "Kawashita-kun!"
He pulled out his finger and grabbed me towards the bedroom. We didn't stop anymore.
***
My eyes fluttered open because of the stirring to my right. It took a while before my eyes adjusted. The room was enveloped in darkness. I must have dozed off after the third round. The third round, I repeated in my head. I buried my face into the pillow and stifled a groan. I couldn't believe I did what I just did. Kawashita was right. I also didn't know I had it in me.
Third round! I was out of my mind. I hit the pillow with my fist, unable to contain my excitement and disbelief. The bed creaked, and I stopped dead. Seconds later, the covers rustled.
Stop heart, slow down, I told myself in my mind, fearing Kawashita would hear the constant getting louder beat of my heart at the complete silence of the room. I considered taking a peak but stopped because of the risk. Instead, I focused on the off white walls, wondering what should I do now, how should I act.
When the footsteps seemed far enough, I turned slowly. The lights flickered and came on, and I had to close my eyes. When I opened them again, Kawashita's very naked back and bottom was in full display.
My eyes widened, and my jaw slackened. I kept watching him as he padded across the mint green linen sofa which constituted as my living room. It was a meter away from the bed to the kitchen at the far back. His steps were cautious, avoiding the stacks of books and dirty clothes on the floor.
I winced, Kazuya's voice echoing in my head, telling me to clean up once in a while. Kawashita stopped in front of the refrigerator. I couldn't believe it. I had sex with this guy three times in one day. It made me shiver. I let out a sigh and studied him. I couldn't appreciate his body before—okay, that was a lie. I felt him, and I greatly acknowledged his body part and skills. But looking at him now in the light without the fear of getting caught staring made me see truly him. Not just as a piece of meat. His arms and legs were toned, but he was bony with long limbs and arms. Yep. He was sexy, and that body embraced me earlier. Flashes of sensations filled my mind. It felt suddenly hot under the covers.
Fanning my face with my hand, stopping myself from reliving the sensation from before, I shut my eyes. When I opened them, Kawashita had turned around, and his whole package was on full view. Our eyes met. It was already too late to play sleeping.
"Wear some clothes!" I ducked under the covers, embarrassed at getting caught.
I heard his low gurgling chuckle that I was beginning to like. "Come on, senpai. It's a little too late to start acting shy. Don't you think? You already saw all of this and did more."
"I'm not acting!" I threw the covers off to see him standing in front of me with a wide smirk.
Kawashita shook his head, placed a can of my favorite peach juice on my bedside table, and then picked up his boxer. Averting my eyes, I kept chanting in my mind, act casual, act casual, act casual.
"I don't mind if you watch, Matsumoto-senpai," he said but he had his back on me when I turned around. He was tugging on his belt, looking around, probably scrutinizing my one room apartment, and finding it hard to believe I wasn't the organized type.
Jun-senpai couldn't believe it when he saw my former apartment which I shared with a roommate. He didn't say anything, but I felt I had to clean up every time he came over.
I was grabbing my shirt from the floor when Kawashita faced me. I paused. He picked up my shirt and handed it to me. He towered over me, a small serene smile on his lips. I clutched my undershirt on my chest as I craned my neck to meet his eyes. My heart was on my throat with anticipation.