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It was a regular Friday morning, the crisp fall air blowing red and brown leaves off trees, making them dance through the wind. Eru and Mayaka were standing together by the school lockers, replacing their brown leather shoes with red and white slip-ons. It seems they’d both ended up arriving at school early, meaning there weren’t many students around yet and they’d have plenty of time to talk before classes started.
“Is it true Fukube won’t be able to go with his family on vacation?” Eru asks her friend. She’d heard Fukube talking about it with Oreki a few days ago and figured Mayaka, Fukube’s girlfriend, would be the best person to confirm that information.
“Yeah, he’s got General Committee stuff he’d miss out on otherwise, so he’ll be watching the house instead.”
“That’s a shame… I’d hate to miss vacation.”
“I don’t think Satoshi minds too much, besides, I’ll be sure to keep him company.”
Eru smiles, “isn’t he lucky?”
Mayaka smiles back before continuing “and it will be nice to have that house to ourselves, because well, you know...” Mayaka bobs her head and makes a vague gesture as she trails off.
Eru tilts her head, “know what?”
“You know, we’ll get some... private time.”
Eru blinks in confusion, then suddenly the meaning of Mayaka’s words dawn on her and she blushes.
“Ah, I see.”
“Sorry, you probably didn’t want to know that.”
“No, it’s fine, you and Fukube are dating now so it only makes sense that you’d be more... intimate.”
Mayaka chuckles awkwardly, “yeah. Honestly I wasn’t expecting it to happen so soon, but one thing led to another...” Mayaka shakes her head. “Sorry, you probably don’t want to hear about it.”
“No, actually, I’m... curious.”
Mayaka’s eyebrows raise, her hand going to her chest, “ah! I never thought I’d have Chi-Chan’s curiosity directed at me! And about something so lewd...”
“I’m sorry!” Eru waves her hands in a panic, “is that too personal?”
She laughs, “it’s fine, it’s fine. So, what do you want to know?”
“Eh? You’ll really tell me?”
“Yeah, sure. Isn’t that what girl friends are for?”
“Okay, well, um...” there were a thousand questions running through Eru’s mind, it was hard to think of what to ask first. “Does it... hurt?”
“Hmm, well, it can a bit at first. It won’t really hurt much though if you do a lot of foreplay.”
“Oh yes, I hear foreplay is very important.”
“Yeah, if a guy’s considerate, he’ll make sure you’re fully prepared before going all the way.”
Eru could feel her cheeks burning up at the thought, “ah, I didn’t think this conversation would make me feel so embarrassed.”
The most Eru knew about sex was what was taught to her in school, which admittedly wasn’t incredibly informative.
“We don’t have to talk about it if it embarrasses you too much, you know?” Mayaka says reassuringly. “Besides, I’d say experience is the best teacher.”
“Experience...” Eru mutters to herself.
Eventually the topic of sex was dropped and they moved on to talking about something else before having to go to class. What that topic was, Eru can’t exactly remember.
Experience? As in... actually doing it with someone? That was what was on Eru’s mind for the rest of the day after her brief conversation with Mayaka.
She couldn’t deny that she was interested in the idea, but it also sounded... nerve wrecking. Such an experience would have to be with someone she trusted, and there was only one person that came to mind.
“Oreki, there’s something I’m curious about.” Eru declares as they walk home from school together.
For the last month or so, she and Oreki had been exploring certain forms of intimacy ever since Eru expressed curiosity in it one faithful day. It primarily included kissing. It had been awkward at first, but since then they’d both gotten used to it and would kiss regularly. On top of that, Oreki seemed to have no qualms with satisfying her curiosity, sure he’d get a little exasperated when she asked about it out of the blue, like with any question she had, but rarely did he refuse her.
In fact, he looked rather exasperated right now.
“Do you have to ask about these things right at the end of the day?”
Eru did suppose that this would encroach on his energy-saving efforts, but it couldn’t be helped. “Well, this isn’t exactly something I can’t ask you about at school.”
Oreki gives her a strange look, “what do you mean?”
Eru hesitates for a moment before deciding to just go right out and say it. She steps in front of the boy beside her, effectively stopping their walk. He looks at her expectantly. Though she already knows he won’t be expecting this.
“Lately I’ve been thinking about sex.”
Oreki’s face immediately drops, instinctively taking a step back as he scrambles to hide his reddening face behind his hands.
“S-sex?” Is all he can manage to mutter out.
“That’s right. I want to try it.”
“That’s not really something you can just... ‘try’.”
“Why not?”
“W-well, you gotta do it with someone you like and are comfortable with...”
“I know, that’s why I’m asking you.”
Oreki blinks. Once. Twice. The third time her words seem to finally reach him. “Wait, are you saying you want to have sex with me?!” He asks as he points at himself in disbelief.
“I am.”
The boy lets out a heavy breath, running his fingers through his hair as he tries to look at everything except her. “Why me?”
“Who else would I do it with?”
“I don’t know, someone who’s had sex before!”
“I don’t need someone who has experience, I just need someone I can trust, and I trust you, Oreki.”
After a moment, he steals a glance at her, his face seems to get even redder. Before he can say anything else, Eru continues.
“We’ve already gotten used to kissing each other, and I’d say we’ve both learned a lot. I know sex is different, but... it’s something I want to learn more about. And just like with kissing, I want to learn about it with you.”
Oreki’s rigid stance softens at her words. He looks away from her again, reaching up to tug at his bangs before he finally says, “alright.”
Her eyes brighten. “You’ll really do it with me?”
“Yes, I will.”
Eru smiles, “thank you, Oreki!” Then she bows, “please take care of me!”
He shuffles awkwardly and bows quickly as he mutters, “please take care of me as well.”
The next thing Eru knows, she is removing her shoes at the threshold of Oreki’s house. Both his father and sister were out of town, as usual, and she had called the estate to let them know she’d be studying at a friend’s house. She thought it was shockingly easy for two teenagers to end up alone together like this. Eru wasn’t one to lie to her parents about her whereabouts, but, well… perhaps she was getting to be rebellious since she’d been relieved of her duties as the heir. Even so, her heart had been beating hard in her chest ever since she called.
“Do you want something to drink?” Oreki asks, not looking back at her as he heads to the kitchen. She can hear a slight tremor in his voice, he must feel just as nervous about this as she does. The thought is both comforting and scary.
“Water is fine, thank you.” She responds, taking a few steps inside and glancing around. It’s far from the first time she’s been to Oreki’s house, not even the first time she’s been alone with him there; but suddenly it feels unfamiliar.
Oreki seems to notice her hesitance and glances back at her. “Um, you can go into my room if you’d like. It’s upstairs, on the right side of the hall.”
“Ah, alright,” she nods and leaves him in the kitchen to go find his room.
Now this was truly a foreign space, she had never been in Oreki’s room before.
“Pardon my intrusion,” she mutters to no one as she opens the door.
She’s not surprised to see the mostly bare white walls or neutral colors, or the large bookcase nearly filled to the brim. It smells like him, too, like old books and the faint scent of mint. Her eyes land on his bed, which causes her to blush and look away, instead focusing on his desk. It’s occupied by school books and supplies, and an assignment she recognizes from their English class. If she recalls, it’s due in a few days, and it looks like Oreki is close to finishing it. He may come off as lazy to some, but he’s certainly not a slacker. She knows he will do what needs to be done, and almost prides himself on being perfectly average.
Despite that, she’s noticed over the years she’s known him that he tends to go above and beyond for her. He doesn’t have to do the things he does for her. Eru knows she can become hyper focused and insistent when she finds something that sparks her curiosity. Oreki wasn’t helpless, though, he could reject her if he really wanted to… right?
When she was young, her uncle would always answer her questions to the best of his ability. He coddled her in his own way. She found herself wishing he hadn’t, because now it was entirely possible that she was forcing her friend, the boy she likes, into something he really didn’t want to do.
“You can sit on the bed if you want.” Having not noticed him come in, Oreki’s voice nearly makes her jump out of her skin.
She nods and sits down, suddenly feeling guilty, like she was peeking at something she shouldn’t have been.
“Here,” he offers her a cup of water.
“Ah, thank you,” she takes the cup, noticing it’s the only one he brought. Taking a sip, she wonders if he only went into the kitchen to get her water.
Instead of sitting beside her, as she had expected, Oreki turns around, taking a few steps away before removing his school jacket. What would normally be a mundane action sets Eru’s cheeks aflame, and she nearly chokes on her water.
Oreki turns to her worriedly as she coughs, “are you okay?”
“Yes,” she says between coughs, “I’m fine.”
He stares at her for a moment before turning back around. When he grabs the hanger from his wall and starts putting his jacket on it, Eru can’t help feeling embarrassed. He was just hanging up his jacket, she reacted so severely to nothing.
Deciding the cup of water has become a hazard to her health, Eru puts it down beside the bed. When she glances back up, Oreki is unbuttoning his dress shirt, and she finds herself watching him. Eru’s not going to pretend like she’s never noticed his shoulders have gotten broader since they first met, but somehow it becomes more apparent as she watches him slide his button down off. Now, in just his green under shirt, Oreki turns around before she can look away.
“Were you just staring at me?”
“A little,” she admits while averting her eyes. She must be the worst. Not only is she forcing this on him, but she’s watching him undress.
He lets out a shaky sounding sigh before finally coming to sit beside her. Eru can hear her heart beating in her ears at his sudden proximity.
“We should probably start with something more familiar, right?”
He doesn’t need to explain what he means, she knows exactly what he’s trying to say. She raises her head to meet his gaze and nods.
At her confirmation, Oreki starts to lean in. Eru’s heart starts to beat even harder and she feels her stomach twist.
“Wait!” Eru shouts, bringing her hands up to cover Oreki’s mouth, pushing him back slightly. He looks at her with wide eyes.
“I’m sorry, I just realized that... it’s possible I might be forcing you into this.” Eru squeezes her eyes shut as she continues. “W-we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
Oreki takes hold of both her wrists, she looks up at him as he pulls her hands away from his mouth.
“You’re not forcing me into anything,” he reassures her, “I want this, too.”
It takes a moment for his words to register in her mind, but when they do her face heats up, “really?”
“Yes, really.” He frowns, “did you think that just because I usually go along with whatever you ask that it would be the case for this, too?”
“N-no, I just—“
Oreki’s chuckle cuts her off, “I’m not doing this out of some strange sense of obligation, okay?”
“Okay... I just wanted to make sure.”
“Thanks, I appreciate it.” He smiles, then starts to lean forward, but Eru stops him again.
“Just one more thing. If at any point you want to stop, we can.”
“Same goes to you... and if there’s anything you don’t want me to do just tell me.”
“Yes... the same for you.”
Oreki leans forward once again, more slowly this time. “Anything else?”
“No, that’s all... I’m glad we cleared all that up.”
“Me too... can I kiss you now?”
“Yes.”
His hands move to cup her face as he closes the gap between them. Warm lips meet her own in a soft kiss. With how much practice they’ve had, kissing came easily to them. The familiar rhythm calms Eru’s nerves.
“You know,” Oreki pulls away for a moment to speak, “don’t you think it’s a little arrogant of you to assume I just do whatever you say?”
“I didn’t say that!”
“But you were thinking it weren’t you?”
Leave it to Oreki to know her exact thoughts. He was too smart for his own good. “Well, usually you end up going along with whatever I ask… what was I supposed to think?”
“That’s not true, actually I’ve…” suddenly he trailed off.
“You’ve what?”
“Never mind.”
“No, tell me!”
He frowned at her, his eyes saying to drop the subject. Unfortunately, that just made her more curious about it. Feeling mischievous, she reaches her hands out toward his waist.
“Come on,” she teases, but before she can get very far he grabs her wrists.
“I’ll tell you another time.”
“But I want to know now.” She tilts her chin downward, looking up at him through her lashes.
“That look is unfair,” he mutters. “Fine. One time I made up a mystery to distract you.”
“Really? Which one?”
“The one about the Silk Spider Society. I already knew you were going to ask me about something else, but I had something I needed to do, so I made something up to get you off my back.”
He has a guilty expression on his face as he explains it to her, almost like he’s worried she’ll be upset. Instead, she laughs, and his eyes widen in surprise.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” she manages through fits of giggles, “it’s just… for some reason that puts me at ease.”
Oreki shakes his head with a smile. Then, without much warning, he leans forward, pinning her down to the bed by her wrists.
“Bet you weren’t expecting that,” he smirks, hovering over her.
Eru’s whole body heats up as she gazes up at him. His hold on her wrists is firm, but gentle, and even though his smirk is a bit devilish there’s a softness in his eyes. She feels her stomach twist, not from nerves, but something else. Something much more pleasant.
“No, I wasn’t,” she mutters, suddenly feeling small and timid.
His smirk drops and his grip loosens, “is this okay?” He asks, clearly concerned.
She nods quickly, she does feel a bit intimidated, but she’s not scared.
His expression relaxes and he lets go of one of her wrists. His free hand drifts downward, stopping above her stomach, “can I touch you?”
Despite the fact that she had initiated this, had directly asked for it, he was still asking for permission and that made Eru’s heart twinge with fondness.
“Yes, you can. Touch me wherever you want.”
She sees his adam’s apple bob at her remark, averting his eyes from her face and looking down at his own hand instead.
It wasn’t the first time he’d ever touched her. Lately, when they kissed, his hand would caress her back in a way that sent sparks through her. Often his hand would drift downwards and stop just short of her rear, and she’d wish he would go just a little further, but she wouldn’t push it. Now his hand was sliding underneath her shirt and making direct contact with her skin. She shudders at his soft touch.
His hand glides across her stomach, he leans down and kisses her lightly on the lips. Then he started kissing her along her jaw, down her neck, and toward her collarbone. Meanwhile his hand was steadily moving further up her shirt and she couldn’t help but squirm.
“Wait,” at her breathy voice, Oreki immediately pulls away from her, retracting his hands. He looks like he’s about to apologize, but it seems to die in his throat when Eru props herself up and starts taking off her shirt.
She can’t help reveling in his shocked expression, finding it humorous that he didn’t seem to expect her to do that. His face goes red at the sight of her clad only in her white bra and he starts to turn away.
“You don’t have to look away,” she reassures him, reaching out to take a hold of his face and turn it back to her. “I want you to look at me.”
His eyes flicker downward before focusing back on her face, “do you have a thing for white?”
“Huh?”
“Never mind,” he mutters before grabbing the hem of his own shirt and pulling it off. “This is only fair, right?”
Now Eru is feeling flustered. It’s not like she’s never seen a man’s chest before, but it just seems so different in this context.
“Can I touch you?” She asks, deciding it would only be polite to extend the same courtesy to him that he did to her.
“Sure, touch me wherever you want,” he repeats her words back to her, and suddenly she understands his reaction to them earlier.
Eru places her palm on his chest, beneath it she can feel his heart pounding.
“Your heart is beating so hard.”
“Can you blame me?”
“No.” With her free hand she guides one of his over her own chest, right above her heart. “Mine’s beating really hard, too.”
There’s a moment of stillness between them as they feel each other’s heartbeats, silently understanding that they’re both just as nervous as the other.
In the next moment his lips were on her’s and they were falling back down on the bed. The hand that had been on Oreki’s chest had snaked around to his back and the one that had been holding his hand to her chest was pinned to the bed again with their fingers interlaced. Oreki’s free hand was resting on Eru’s waist and she could feel it slowly starting to drift downwards.
Then Eru remembered something that was very vital to the task at hand.
“Ah! I almost forgot!” she said when Oreki pulled away to take a breath.
“Huh? Forgot what?”
“Um,” she hesitates a bit. It’s important, but it’s also a little embarrassing to ask. “Do you have protection?”
She really should have asked this sooner, because she’s rather certain he won’t. Considering the fact that he’d never as much as kissed anyone before her, he really had no reason to keep condoms around. She’s expecting him to say no and that they would have to continue this another time, but instead he says:
“Actually, I do.”
“Wait, really?”
“Yeah, hold on a second.”
Oreki gets up from the bed and makes his way over to his desk. He crouches down, opening the bottom left drawer and fishing out a small box. He examines the box closely before looking back at her and declaring, “looks like they’re not expired.”
He must notice her astonished expression because he quickly says, “I’ve never used these before!”
She hadn’t thought so, considering that the box was completely unopened and she had every reason to believe he had as little experience as she did, but she still wondered…
“I believe you, but where did you get those?”
“Uh, well,” he scratches the back of his head, “my sister gave them to me.”
Before she can ask him to elaborate he quickly starts explaining, “see, uh, my dad is a bit awkward so he never tried to give me ‘the talk’ or anything. So my sister took it upon herself to educate me a little before I went into high school. That’s when she gave me these.”
Eru tries her hardest to hold back from laughing, “what a kind sister.”
Oreki hangs his head, “ugh, it was so embarrassing. She’s not exactly one to sugarcoat things.”
“Well, I for one, am grateful for her help.”
His lips quirk slightly as he mutters something to himself. Eru wants to ask what he’s saying, but he’s already crawling back over her on the bed.
“Let’s stop talking about my sister, please?” He begged with a pained smile.
Eru had to laugh now, it’s hard not to. Oreki attempts to silence her with a kiss, but she’s still chuckling a bit.
“Is it really that funny?”
“Mmm, just a little bit.”
He huffs and goes back to kissing her, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Eru decides to cut him some slack and kisses him back, wrapping her arms around his neck. When they first tried kissing like this it was awkward and sloppy, but now it was practically second nature.
His mouth leaves hers and starts making a path down her neck. She’s so distracted by his lips that she doesn’t notice his hand moving upward until he lightly squeezes her breast. She gasps.
“Did that hurt?” He mumbles against her neck.
“No, it felt really good.”
At her response he squeezes her breast again and she lets out a small whine.
“You make cute sounds,” he chuckles as he continues to palm at her. Something about the tone of his voice makes her feel like she’s burning up.
His touches become more enthusiastic the more she reacts and his mouth continues to descend further downwards.
“Do you want to take it off?” she asks him right when his lips get to the edge of her bra.
He looks up with her with wide eyes. She didn’t think it possible for his face to get redder, but it does.
“I might need some help,” he admits as he pulls himself up.
Eru nods, lifting up her torso slightly and allowing Oreki’s hands to reach around her. She reaches back as well and assists him in unlatching the hooks of her bra. She can hear him swallowing hard once the last hook is freed. There’s a slight shake in his hands when he reaches for her bra straps and slides them down her arms. He averts his eyes once the bra is completely removed, holding it in his hands awkwardly. She takes it from him and tosses it on the floor.
“It’s okay, Oreki, I said I want you to look.”
She watches him take a deep breath before finally looking directly at her, but the air seems to have immediately been knocked back out.
She is rather flattered by his reaction, she hadn’t thought of her boobs as anything incredible, but this was his first time seeing them. She’s also a little embarrassed, as this is her first time letting a boy see them, and his staring is getting to be a bit much.
Before she can scold him he leans down and kisses her with a surprising amount of passion.
“Chitanda,” he breaths out when he pulls away, “you’re so beautiful.”
His compliment makes her cheeks flare up so much it almost hurts. She wants to thank him, but then his mouth moves to kiss her breast and now it’s her turn to have her breath taken away.
She squirms when his tongue teases her nipple, her reaction making him hum in satisfaction. He continues to mouth and palm at her breast, thoroughly enjoying her own enjoyment.
After a while, he moves his head back up to kiss her on the lips, one of his hands sliding down to her hips. He plays with the hem of her skirt. Eru silently pushes him away a bit to take it off herself, leaving her in only her panties.
She can tell he’s trying hard not to stare in dumbfounded silence this time. Instead he spreads her legs.
“Can I—“
She gently takes his hand before he can finish the question and brings it to her center.
“Woah,” his hand flinches slightly after making contact with her panties, “you’re really…”
“Wet?” she finishes for him when he pauses.
“Yeah, that.”
“That’s a good thing,” she explains. “It means I…well, it’s like when boys get hard.”
“I know, I just… wasn’t expecting it to be so much.”
“It makes things easier that way.”
“Ah, right.” He looks down at her, “you’re really soaked.”
“It’s a bit embarrassing when you put it like that.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“It’s fine…” she pauses, her eyes scanning him for a moment. “Are you—?”
He takes her hand before she can finish her question and guides it to the front of his pants. She can feel the firmness there.
“Yeah…” he mutters.
She blinks at the spot where her hand rests, then strokes him ever so slightly. She smiles when she hears him suck air through his teeth at the sensation.
“I guess we’ve done this to each other, huh?” Eru teases, moving her hand up toward the button of his pants.
His hands join hers to unzip his pants and pull them off. He shifts away awkwardly so he can sit and slide his pants off better. Once they’re fully off he returns to his original position of kneeling in front of her. Now only in his gray boxers, Eru can see the shape of him a bit more clearly.
She reaches to touch him again, but he stops her. “If you do that, this might end sooner than it should.”
“Oh, okay.”
“It’d be better if I touched you instead.”
Eru gasps sharply when his hand meets her clothed slit. His fingers tease her and he looks at her like he’s waiting for her to push him away. She pulls him closer instead.
Eru savors the feeling of Oreki’s bare chest against her own, he kisses her neck sweetly as his fingers continue to rub her through her underwear.
“How does that feel?” Oreki asks in a hushed tone.
“Good, but… I want more,”
At her response Oreki buries his face into her shoulder, then slips his hand into her panties. The feeling of his hand touching her bare skin makes her squeak and she wraps her arms around his shoulders.
“Is that better?”
“Yes, just move your finger… a little higher.”
He does as she says, making him come into contact with her clit.
“Ah,” she holds him tighter, “right there!”
Oreki focuses on that spot, rubbing her with his finger in steady circles. Eru had done this to herself a few times, but having someone else touch her like this felt so different. Different in a good way. A very good way.
It helped, too, that Oreki was following her directions, trusting her to know what felt best. When she said to slow down, he’d slow down, when she said to move to the left, he’d move to the left. It still made Eru feel like she was in control even though, in a way, she was at his mercy. She could tell Oreki was being mindful of not pushing her too far, and something about that made her feelings for him increase.
She could also tell by the way his hips moved involuntarily along with her own and how he was panting heavily in her ear that he wanted more. He didn’t seem to want to ask yet, almost waiting for her to ask instead.
She slid one of her hands up to weave her fingers through his hair. He always reacted nicely to that when they kissed, and the way he groaned when she tugged gently at his locks told her this was no different. With her fingers tangled in his hair, she brought his ear to her lips, whispering to him.
“Oreki, I need you.”
Her words make his breath catch and he freezes for a split second. After gathering his wits, he hoists himself up to sit on his knees, then he hooks his fingers to the edge of her panties.
He doesn’t move, instead he looks to her face questioningly, “are you really sure about this?”
“Yes, I am,” she replies with absolute certainty.
He nods, sliding her panties off and down her legs. When he tosses them off to the side, Eru becomes acutely aware of the fact that she’s now laid out completely bare to him. To Oreki, her club mate, her friend, the boy she likes. Even so, she’s not scared. She knows she can trust him, he’s proved it to her many times. Sure, she’s nervous; sure, she feels a bit self-conscious, but she’s also very excited. She wants to have this new experience with him.
“I’m gonna use my finger first, okay?”
“Okay.”
His finger slipped inside easily, making Eru shudder, her breath catching as he curled it. He steadily pumped his finger in and out, her hips moved to follow the rhythm he was setting.
“Oreki.”
At the sound of her whispering his name, he leaned forward to kiss her. As he did, he added a second finger.
“Ah, Oreki, please.”
He groaned at her desperate pleas, increasing his pace as he scissored and curled his fingers inside of her. Just when Eru thought she was about to lose her mind, he removed his fingers entirely. Before she could complain, however, she noticed he was pulling off his underwear.
Eru had never seen a naked man in real life, and so up close. So when Oreki sprung from his boxers, she was a little alarmed. It looked strange, yet the sight of it aroused her in a way she didn’t expect.
“Something wrong?” Oreki asks, sounding more nervous than he did before. Was he worried she was disappointed?
“No, everything’s fine, I’m just, uh… not used to the look of that.”
“Right, sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, you’re perfect.”
He averts his gaze, “you flatter me too much.”
Then his eyes snap to the box he’d set aside earlier. Eru watches as he reaches for the box, tears it open, and pulls out a shiny wrapper.
“Can I help?” she asks, feeling a little awkward just laying there and watching.
He blinks at her, “uh, sure,” then hands her the condom.
Eru carefully opens the wrapper and Oreki helps her as she rolls it on him. It doesn’t really occur to her that she just touched him directly until she pulls her hands away and sees the flustered expression on his face.
“I’m ready whenever you are,” her words seem to snap Oreki out of his brief daze and he nods.
He scoots forward, spreading her legs and settling between them. She bites her lip when his tip rubs against her.
“If it hurts, let me know.”
Eru nods, “I’ll be fine.”
She hears Oreki take a shaky breath before he slowly guides himself into her.
With how much they’d prepared, Eru doesn’t find that it hurts much. The feeling of being stretched open is odd, but not entirely unpleasant. She can tell Oreki is gauging her reaction, ready to pull out the minute she expresses discomfort. She reaches out to take one of his hands, intertwining her fingers with his own as a way to silently reassure him that she’s okay.
It isn’t long before he’s fully sheathed, and he lets out a noise she’s never heard from him before. He covers his mouth.
“Sorry,” his voice is muffled by his hand, “it just… it feels really good.”
His expression is also one she’s never seen him make, and she feels satisfied to know she’s making him feel this way. She tugs him toward her with their intertwined hands, and he has to brace his arm to prevent himself from falling directly on top of her.
“Don’t hide it, I think it’s cute. I like to hear you,” she smiles and cups his cheek.
Oreki tilts his head forward to kiss her, moaning into her mouth. As he kisses her he pulls out slightly and thrusts back inside her, making Eru gasp.
He repeats that motion, increasing his speed with every thrust of his hips. His lips leave hers, and he peppers kisses all over her neck and jaw. Eru moves her hips along with his, her free hand shoots into his hair, grabbing a fist full as pleasure courses through her.
Oreki is moaning against her neck, muttering her name onto her skin. His arm that was braced on the bed is now curled around her back, holding her closely to him. Eru wraps her legs around his hips, wanting him as close to her as possible, wanting to feel every inch of him.
“Chitanda, I’m getting close,” Oreki chokes out, his grip on her hand tightening.
“Me too,” Eru sighs, matching his grip.
Oreki huffs, adjusting his hips before thrusting again. When he does, Eru can feel him hitting just the right spot and she gasps. He notices her reaction and aims to hit that spot again, when he does her body goes taunt.
“Oreki,” Eru whines as she feels her pleasure coming to a peak.
Then when he moves again the feeling all comes crashing down. She gasps as her heart beats hard in her chest. Oreki slows his pace until he stops altogether with a cry.
They still cling to each other as their pleasure subsides, breathing hard. Oreki kisses Eru one last time before letting go of her. She shudders as he pulls out and away from her, already missing the feeling of his body so close to her.
Eru closes her eyes, listening to the sound of Oreki shifting around before she feels him slump onto the bed beside her.
She peeks at him, he’s flat on his back and catching his breath. His face is still flushed and his hair is sticking out at all angles. She laughs to herself as she rolls onto her side.
He looks like he’s about to fall asleep, but Eru doesn’t want him to quite yet, she’s still craving his touch.
She taps his chest, he opens his eyes, looking to her with a questioning hum.
“Um, is it okay if we cuddle?”
Oreki doesn’t say anything, he simply rolls onto his side and opens his arms to her. Eru doesn’t waste any time snuggling up against him.
With his arms wrapped around her and the steady rise and fall of his chest, Eru feels at peace. She never wants this moment to end, or at the very least would like other moments like it in the future.
When they first started their little kissing arrangement, Oreki’s one condition was that nothing would come out of it. It was purely meant to be for the purpose of satisfying her curiosity. Eru had readily agreed to it because, really, she was eager to have her first kiss. Her first kiss with Oreki. But now things have escalated since then, and Eru’s not sure if she can keep her feelings in check. Especially right now, when she wants to tell him ‘I love you’ the most.
Did he really not want anything out of this? He said he wanted to do this, he called her beautiful, and there was something he said earlier that day that was still on her mind.
“Oreki?”
“Yeah?”
“Earlier you said that… sex is something you do with the person you like.”
“So I did.”
“You just did it with me.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Does that mean you like me?”
Oreki is silent for a moment, going still. When Eru looks up at his face she can see the gears turning in his head. Then he puts his hand on her head and pulls her toward his chest.
“Yeah, I think I do.”
Her heart swells at his words, she wraps her arms around him, burying her nose against him.
“It makes me really happy to hear you say that. I like you too.”
Oreki squeezes her, and they stay tangled up with each other until Eru feels his breaths deepen and his grip slackens. He’s fallen asleep.
As much as she would love to sleep here in his arms all night, she really should be getting home. She carefully moves out of his arms, not wanting to disturb his rest. Once she’s free, she sits up in the bed and stares at him.
His face is soft, peaceful. She gently brushes his messy hair out of his eyes. She could really get used to this sight.
She leans down, kissing his cheek and whispering to him, “I hope we can do more things like this together… Houtarou.”