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"A-Amikabe-san..."
Iruma shuffled over onto Kirio's lap, facing him. He was blushing like crazy, yet Kirio felt how firm the grip of his hands was on his shoulders.
"It's um... I-it's time for your regular check-up too..."
"Eh..?" For a moment, Kirio was taken aback. Once Iruma began leaning closer though, Kirio knew exactly what was coming, and let himself by embraced by his boyfriend's warmth.
For such a sweet and soft-spoken young man, Iruma could be surprisingly bold, Kirio noted to himself. Intruding like that into him, exploring the inside of his mouth. Perhaps a little too bold, though. Or, more like, inexperienced with boldness. He was leaning on Kirio a little too hard, pressing a little too strong, noses pushing into each other. As he kissed more and more, getting lost in their intimacy, their position became less and less comfortable, making Kirio's neck cramp up. That was alright, though. Cute, even.
With a gentle motion, Kirio placed his palm onto the back of Iruma's head, leaning a little more into him, trying to guide him. Iruma naturally followed his lead, still completely engulfed in kissing. Cute, a little bold and very obedient. Just perfect.
Still, even though it was a lot more comfortable sitting now, Iruma's kisses were a little too strong. Like he was trying too hard. Perhaps lack of experience, perhaps some rustiness; Kirio didn't know how far he and his last partner went.
So he withdrew, breaking off their kiss and letting them both breathe. Iruma really needed it. He looked wonderful - all flushed, panting, undone. There was a small temptation in Kirio to not let him regain his breath, to scoop him up and kiss him more, leaving him breathless, turning him into more of a mess. He could barely resist. But he had to. A good meal must be savored slowly. And so, when Iruma recovered, Kirio leaned in, guiding Iruma towards him, taking initiative. He saw his boyfriend close his eyes, getting all tensed up and ready for the next kiss - probably expecting Kirio to act as intense and desperate.
So when their lips finally touch, softly, feather-like, a surprised little moan escapes Iruma; and Kirio feels electricity run through his whole body.
This gentle approach was doing wonders. Iruma was making so many little wonderful sounds, shivering, trying to get more. Kirio didn't let him. He held him firmly, teaching him to pace himself. Still, he couldn't help himself and bullied Iruma a little bit, brushing his lips with the tip of his tongue, teasing a deeper kiss, feeling Iruma open up, only to withdraw and continue kissing him normally. It's only after Iruma lets out a little impatient sob that Kirio caved in and slipped his tongue inside. Iruma let him, melting in his arms. Kirio felt like he could melt too. As if in a waltz, he tried to lead him, and Iruma learned quick. With just a little guidance, his technique improved a lot; and so their dance slowly became mutual, both taking turns exploring each other. Their hands stared wandering too. Kirio let himself feel the heat of Iruma's body, the tightness around his crotch. He pushes his own arousal into it; soon they both dissolved into pleasure, letting its natural rhythm take over.
When the kiss is over, they withdraw, breaking off a strand of saliva connecting them. Both breathless, sweaty foreheads pressed against each other; still close enough that they could go for another round if they wanted. Kirio, at least, really did.
"...Once again?" Iruma whispered, gasping, as if reading his thoughts. Kirio glanced into his eyes, then at his lips. He drew in, pressing their lips together, and...
"Let’s leave the rest for tonight~" he smiled and leaned back. The kiss was over. A good meal shouldn’t be rushed. There was a faint shadow of disappointment on Iruma's face, making Kirio's breath hitch. It was gone in a second, though. Iruma was such a good boy, after all.
"Alright," his boyfriend smiled, "I will be looking forward to it."
"It's a date then." Kirio chuckled.
They were both silent for a brief moment, still not quite recovered from the kiss, but its intoxication slowly disappearing. Kirio had had many first deep kisses like this, and the novelty wore off quite a while back. But somehow, with Iruma, he felt like he was experiencing all these fluttery feelings anew.
It was maybe because of the intensity of these feelings, or maybe because he was too evil for his own good that Kirio decided to break this moment of quiet off.
"Still, Iruma-kun... "Time for your regular check up too"? Didn't know you were that cheesy~"
The reaction was instant. Iruma turned red and buried himself into Kirio's chest, embarrassed. Ah, Kirio wanted to curse himself for this bad habit of his; but Iruma's faces and reactions are just so good!..
"D'awww, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he chuckled, petting his boyfriend, "I couldn't help myself."
"Really, Amikabe-san..." Iruma withdrew, his cheeks puffed out in anger, like a little hamster's. "You can be so mean sometimes..."
"I'm sorry, Iruma-kun. No more teasing for now." Kirio gave him a little peck on his cheek. "I promise to save all the bullying for tonight."
He heard Iruma gulp and feels a nervous shuffles.
"P...Please do..."
And this was why Iruma was so lovely. So innocent on the surface, so unassuming; and yet showing these little moments of depravity, someone a lot more similar to Kirio than it seemed initially. Acting surprisingly bold, blushing at the idea of what they were going to be doing this evening.
Kirio smirked.
Tonight was going to be great. He couldn't wait to finally dig into his dessert.