Destined to Collide - Inumaki Toge

70. Touch

A/N: I've been saving this picture for sooooo long. The artist is so good at this!

The sliding door closes with a small sound.

Maguro blinked. Had Inumaki sent her back to her room?

No wait, Maguro felt the familiar energy that exudes in this room. More masculine, and she remembered hers smelled like a mix of lavender and baby powder from that hair shampoo she was using.

This is a different room, and it feels and smells familiar. Like...Inumaki's room?

Releasing her grip on the towels hanging on Inumaki's neck, Maguro looked up around the room.

Ah. It's Inumaki's room alright.

She vaguely registered that Inumaki had gently grasped her chin halfway through her looking up and guided her mouth to his in one smooth move.

Her response was immediate. She sighed and leaned into him, kissing him back with renewed vigour after their earlier interrupted episode. Her heart speeds up when his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to his body before angling his head to kiss her soft lips better.

Upon feeling her soft body moulding against his, he hummed out a sigh. He loved this.

He easily pulled out the hairpin from her hair, letting the cool long locks tumble down her small back. He loved how her hair frames around her face, and how lovely she becomes when her hair is loose. He combed his finger through her soft hair and massaged the base of her skull with his finger, and she rewarded him with a soft moan. 

Melted. Jelly legs. Magically delicious. Sexually stimulating. Those are the words that Maguro thought in her mind when he holds and kisses her like this.

As if responding to her thoughts, Inumaki deepens their kiss and leaned down to her, before hoisting her up by hooking the back of her knees to wrap around his waist for a closer embrace. 

Bless him for knowing she couldn't stand right now.

Oh... Maguro thought to herself. Yes...this...we have to continue...

Inumaki heard her thought and hummed out a respond during their kiss to her, agreeing to her suggestion. Maguro finds it so sexy she couldn't help but to grab a handful of his damp hair with one hand, while the other slides up his neck to gently rub his earlobe.

He walked steadily with her in his arms to his room, only to place her at the countertop in the kitchen, akin to placing her on a pedestal to worship and admire.

Inumaki knew that this wasn't enough for her. From her earlier thoughts, she had wanted more.

More of his touches. More of his warmth. More of his hands all over her.

And more of his mouth on hers.

Maguro wrapped both of her legs around his waist tighter, pulling him into her embrace. At the height of the countertop, Maguro could feel the hard bulge in his pants pressing onto hers, and she guessed that she had done the right move when Inumaki responded with a strangled moan against her mouth, his hand retrieved from running his hand on her back and gripped her hips tightly.

As if to stall her...?

No. Maguro quietly realizes that he is solid rock-hard underneath that pants, and probably was trying hard to control himself before he escalates this straight to sex.

Bless her now for being capable enough to keep her thoughts to herself.

No sooner that thought passes, Inumaki's hand gripping her hips slides to her small back and pulled her closer to the edge of the countertop, allowing her to rub herself against him. Both moaned at the contact, and their hands become more frenzied in exploring each other's body.