Warning: R18 content
I sit at the empty desk in my bedroom. My mind is only filled with the thoughts of what happened this afternoon. It was real, but it still doesn't feel like it. The places he grazed his fingers and pressed his lips against haven't cooled down yet, and my heart wants to jump out of my chest and run to him. I came here to get away from everyone, but being left alone with my thoughts isn't any better.
In fact, I have been staring at this book for twenty minutes and haven't read a single sentence from it. I was hoping that it would distract me. However, reading about the history of magic isn't that interesting to me at the moment.
Jiro said that he would see me later tonight, but it's almost 10pm, and he still isn't here. Although, he did forget me this morning, so I wouldn't be surprised if the same thing happened again. I don't even know what he would need from me. My mind wanders, thinking of all the possibilities that it could be. Then my face flushes with red when I realize what it could be. He probably wants to explore more of me since he got interrupted this afternoon.
I push myself up from the chair. The wooden legs screech against the ground as I do so. My body paces back and forth, thinking of any other reason. It could be that he wants to eat with me again, but he probably would have told me if that was the case. Maybe he wants help with a subject he's struggling in. I stop pacing. Honestly, who am I kidding? Jiro could care less about his grades. Plus, I don't even know any basic spells to teach him.
While busy being lost in thought, I failed to see that Jiro had snuck into my room.
His hands wrap around the back of my body. "What are you so deep in thought about?" He rests his head on my left shoulder.
His presence scares me. "When did you get in here?"
He kisses the side of my neck. It sends a shiver down my spine. "Not too long ago. Sorry, I'm late. I wanted to get here earlier, but my parents wanted to speak to me."
I pull away from him, and he lifts his head up to look at me. "It's alright. Um…" He moves closer to me. "Jiro, do you like me."
His hands find themselves cupping my face. "Of course I like you." He reaches in to kiss my cheeks.
"No, I mean like… Well, do you like me in the sense of wanting to be in a relationship with me?"
He stops and looks at me. "I like you because I want you to be mine." My face lights up. "But I can't be with you." Then it quickly fills with sorrow.
"What do you mean?" I step back from him.
He sighs. "Do we have to have this conversation?" He walks over to the couch and plops himself down. I can faintly hear the air escaping from the cushions as he sits down.
"Jiro, I don't want to sleep with you if nothing will come out of it for me." I don't want to tell him this, but I feel the need to. "I like you."
He chuckles. The sound of his laughter echoes throughout the room. "I knew that already. The way you melt under me just from a kiss made that apparent."
I can't tell if he's making fun of me or not. Maybe what Takeshi said was right.
"You don't like me, do you?"
He sighs at me. I slowly hear it turn into a groan at the end of the sigh. "I don't know. I like being around you and talking to you, but being in a relationship scares me."
I walk over to him. His arm is sprawled across his face. I stare at him in the silence of the room. It would be stupid of me to tell him that I'm okay with just sleeping with him.
"Alright, fine." But then again, I do stupid things for love. "I'll sleep with you if you promise to think about being in a relationship with me."
His arm shoots away from his face, and he twists off the couch. His large body lands on me. "Really?" his voice is filled with excitement.
I nod my head in agreement. Then, without hesitation, Jiro kisses me. His hands wrap around the back of my head, further pulling me closer to him. I can feel the tip of his tongue on my lips, so I carefully open them. In seconds, his tongue is exploring the inside of my mouth.
I let out a muffled moan as one of his hands slip through my pajama pants and begin to play with the tip of my dick.
He pulls his face away from me. "Can I keep going?"
"Mmhmm." He picks me up with ease. Scared of falling, I cling to him. I can hear him giggle at how tightly I'm holding on to him. "Don't drop me." I whisper in his ear.
"I won't. Just trust me a little."
He carries me over to the bed. Then as he gently sets me down at the end of the bed, he pulls off his shirt. However, he jogs over to the door before he does anything more. With his hands on both locks of the door, he looks over at me and smiles.
"Now, we won't be interrupted."
Jiro rushes back over to me, greedy to play with me. I slide my T-shirt off just as he gets to me. His fingers grip around my hips and yank me to his waist. Both of my legs are resting on his shoulders, waiting for him to go further.
"Theses are in the way." He grins at me mischievously and laces his fingers around the edge of my pants and underwear. Then, with a quick pull, they are both off. I have never felt so exposed before.
Both his hands slowly but smoothly glide from my legs to the base of my cock. As if to tease me, he reaches his mouth down to kiss the tip of my dick. Then, he gradually moves down till the whole thing is inside his mouth. My body shivers as his tongue slips around my shaft.
As he continues to suck me off, his fingers methodically insert themselves into my backside. In reaction, my body arches backward, and my voice lets out a loud moan.
His mouth lets go of my dick, and he curves over to be face to face with me.
"Fuck me." He whispers as his fingers push further into me. "Every face you make is perfect."
I let out a pained gasp. "Don't go so fast." My voice cracks.
He kisses me from my neck up to my mouth. "Then stop turning me on."
He pulls back from me and flings my legs off his shoulders. Then he takes his fingers out and pushes his crotch against me. I swing my head up to look at him.
"Don't you dare. It's not ready."
Jiro looks down and grins. Using his right hand aims his cock at my ass. "You're plenty ready." before I can stop him, he rapidly thrusts his body toward mine.
My legs go limp, and even though I try to reach for Jiro, he continues to pound me. Eventually, I give up trying to push him off and instead strive to yank him closer to me. However, he's too far away.
"Jiro." My voice is quiet, and he doesn't hear me. He's too focused on what's happening down there that he doesn't look up at me. "Jiro, look at me." My voice is too shaky again for him to hear me.
So instead, I reach above me on the bed, trying to grab one of the pillows. Using the tips of my fingers, I am barely able to grab it. Once I have good grip on it, I chuck it at Jiro, hitting him in the chest.
Finally, he looks up at me. "What's wrong?" he sounds more worried than I expected.
"I just wanted you to kiss me, but you couldn't hear me."
Jiro licks his lips as a smirk crosses his face. "Sorry, love." He leans over me and pulls my mouth to his. I was hoping for him to slow down on the bottom half, but he does the opposite.
He slowly gets faster until he jerks himself away from my mouth. His hands grip onto my hips, and he thrusts me into him using his strength. "Mako, I'm gonna cum."
"So am I, don't stop." As the words come out of my mouth, my body shudders, and a load of cum shoots out from my cock.
Jiro continues for a few more seconds until he cums inside me. I can feel it filling my insides as his dick pulses. Finally, he lets out a small whimper before pulling out and falling to my side.
We both turn our heads and look at each other.
"That was… better than I thought" My words struggle to get out as I gasp for air.
"Let go again." His voice is blunt.
I look at him, surprised. How can he go again? Does he actually have that much stamina?
"There's no way I'm going again."
He giggles at me like a child that has done something naughty. "We'll see about that."