Praying Mantes

                                    

                                          



You had a really bad habit of thinking about Ushijima now. Sure, he often took up space in your mind, but this time was different. Not only were you thinking about him during lectures and before you went to bed, but now you were thinking about him in the shower. Shower time, after all, was thinking time. And Ushijima gave you no shortage of things to think about at that time. You could remember things about him that you didn't even know you could recall. Even when you lathered your body with soap, you could still smell his scent. With your eyes closed, you could still see the tender and concerned way Ushijima would look at you. 
                          
You could vividly recall having sex with him over the course of the past school year. That was all well and good. It was hot, satisfying, it sparked a warm churning in your abdomen. Even so, what really got you was the last time you had sex with Ushijima. No matter how many times the two of you had sex before, oral had always seemed like a more intimate and off-limits sort of a delicious ordeal that you and Ushijima would never know. 
                          
Ever since you had gotten a taste of it, well you couldn't quite get it out of your mind. Until Ushijima, you couldn't recall whether or not you had ever felt so soft, so raw, the feeling of being utterly naked for the first time. Your body was stripped not only of clothes, but all of your feelings were laid bare. Never in your life had you felt more emotionally vulnerable. You kind of liked it, to the point where liking it would be an understatement. 
                          
The hot water ran over your body in the most sensual way, rubbin the suds across your chest and sighing. There was nothing you craved more in that moment than Ushijima's hands on your body. Strong arms wrapping around you, lips pressed firmly against your neck, the feeling of his muscles against your back, it was all too much. You reached down and rubbed your legs together as you washed your legs. The warm, soapy water felt good running over your body. As good as you felt, you thought this might be one of those times that you regretted having a roommate. As much as your roommate was never in the room, you still felt weird at buying sex toys and the like. Part of you would have felt guilty if you knew you had them in the presence of your oblivious roommate. Somewhere, deep down, maybe like really deep down, the thought excited you more. After all, you hadn't gotten off in quite a while, so a lot of things were sexy to you at the moment. 
                          
You had hugged him, gently, friendly, since coming to university, but it wasn't the same considering the last time you had him (talk about going out with a bang). All you could think about was Ushijima, his scent, his warmth, the way his mouth was careful and he could make you see stars. If you weren't careful, you could taste his name in your mouth. That was a dangerous place to be. When you were with him more casually, you didn't think much about him outside of when you saw him. You urges were not at all connected to him. Now, he was all you could think about, it warmed up the pit of your stomach and made the back of your skull tingle when you so much as thought of him 
                          
You massaged yourself slowly, gently, the way Ushijima would have, careful to be attentive. Your back hit the wall off the shower as your circles grew more firm on your clit. You could remember the way he sounded the last time he was with you. So poised, yet he was also unraveling at the sight of having you at his disposal. Honestly, he could have done anything to you. He could have used you to get himself off and then discard you. The fact that he didn't, the fact that when given the option, he chose to take care of you, to put you first and make you feel like a priority, bothered you. You never thought Ushijima would ever care enough about anything except volleyball, to give it such serious concentration. 
                          
You could remember when he began, when the calloused pads of his thumb ran across your clit, his brows knitted together in intense concentration. You could see him relax a bit when he heard a noise of gratification. Not to mention, when he used his tongue on you for the first time, the instant enthusiasm that came along with your moans of encouragement. His steady, almost punishing rhythm as his mouth closed over your nub was enough to make you gasp.