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My arms wrap around his neck as I press my lips to his with more intensity. Hovering over me, he has one palm next to my head, and there's neediness in his grip. Koutarou hooks a hand under my knee to draw my hips closer to his, and I sigh against his lips.
He doesn't retract. He moves his hand from my leg, grazing his fingertips up my thigh. He goes past my stomach, all the way up to my waist and just below my breast, gripping the side as he pushes his crotch against me.
"Come with me," he whispers against my neck, and the hairs on my nape stand. Without thinking of it further, I nod quietly into his chest while clutching the fabric of his shirt, and he picks me up by my legs.
Hoisting me up, he uses his hands as a cradle under me, and I wrap my legs around his waist in the process. While he gets up and walks us toward the stairs, I make work of kissing from the corner of his mouth to his jaw, my touch becoming more gentle until my lips only brush the surface of his ear. He barely makes it to the base of the stairs before pushing my body against the nearby wall.
"If you keep going, I won't make it all the way up," he says, gazing at me all the while with his bronze-coloured eyes. I draw my gaze away, bringing myself closer to his ear while gripping at the nape of his neck.
"Fuck me on top of the stairs if you have to," I smile, nipping at his earlobe afterwards.
Koutarou exhales sharply in response, and his grip only tightens on me, making me yelp. He chuckles but begins to climb the stairs slowly and steadily as I pay closer attention to his face.
Soon enough, we reach his bedroom, which remains unchanged from the last time I was here. I don't get a good enough look at the whole place before I'm pushed down suddenly onto his mattress.
Koutarou steps away from me, making quick work of shoving down his pants. I do the same on my end, only I have enough time to strip off to nothing except underwear.
At the sight of me, Koutarou groans, dragging a hand down his face. "I want you so fucking bad."
"What's stopping you?" I say tentatively, leaning back on the sheets with my fingertips.
