There Is Sweet Music Here

A/N: This was a commission asked of me shortly after EXP con. At their request, I'm posting it here ^_^ Comments are always welcome!

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“Maho.” Koyuki whispered into the following emptiness, still reeling blissfully from her compliment, but distracted. Curious. “I’ve just been thinking. That kiss the other day. I… What did that mean? How do you feel about me?” Nothing. “Maho… You asleep?”

Again, he was met with silence, Maho seemingly already out. Or pretending to be. Koyuki was too nervous to tell. Maho… Beautiful, intimidating, surprisingly kind, dangerously sarcastic and forward Maho… was lying right next to him. Right now. Like it was the most natural, reasonable, and perfectly normal thing to do. To simply say that it was surreal and nerve wracking and driving him absolutely crazy would be a hideous understatement. And the more he lay there, mind racing, Maho’s presence wreaking havoc on his body temperature, the worse it got. If she was asleep, he was envious. There was no way for him… not with her only inches away from his arm and his leg and his hand, and if he turned his head to the side like that, he could just barely make out the outline of her hip, her shoulder, her hair, long and straight and almost darker in the moonlight than its natural inky blackness, splayed around the edge of his pillow.

He swallowed, looking at the ceiling instead, deciding it was safer there. But he couldn’t stop himself from thinking it, imagining it, teenage hormones toying with the ridiculous idea of doing something he’d never do. Not in a million years. Not with his personality, not with hers. Not with him. But it was there, in too vivid pictures running through his mind, and she was there, in his bed, maybe asleep maybe not, and he was there, next to her, awake and hot and thinking and imagining and… Oh god, no…

He felt himself getting hard. He knew it was happening and couldn’t stop it, heart hammering against his chest in panic, so loud he was certain that she’d be able to heart it if he could be sure she was awake. Please… Go away. He closed his eyes tight, willing his breathing to slow down, willing his body to listen. Please, just go-

“Koyuki?” Maho’s voice whispered lightly from the other side of the bed, the sound of it practically making him jump. He wanted to reply, but nothing came to him, all thoughts centered around the now very obvious, very embarrassing tent pitching going on with his portion of the sheets. He felt her shift, turning in his direction, his heart dropping so far down into the back of his chest that he wouldn’t have been surprised if it burst through the other side. Still, he said nothing. What could he say? He wanted to turn away from her, to bury himself in the corner, but he was frozen, mortified, waiting for her to speak while also hoping that she wouldn’t---Not now. Not about this… But he knew that she would. She had to.

But she didn’t, an awkward, heavy silence hanging over them long enough that Koyuki wondered if maybe she’d said his name in her sleep. A notion that made his heart skip, followed by a regretfully sudden rush of heat straight to his groin. He bit his lip, hating himself, wishing he were anywhere but here right now. Or at the very least, here with better control. He prayed that Maho was asleep, that she hadn’t noticed. Prayed with everything he had. But the likelihood was slim, and he knew it.

After another moment of agonizing quiet, Koyuki spared a hesitant glance in Maho’s direction, paling when he saw her, eyes open, staring right at him. They stayed that way, staring at each other, a wordless exchange that made Koyuki want to bury his face in the pillow and never come out. “I’m sorry…” He mumbled, the tremor in his voice and the sting of tears in his eyes making him feel even more pathetic than he already was. Again, more silence. And then he felt the bed shift just slightly, the sheets tugging across his shoulders. She’s leaving. She had to be. And he wouldn’t blame her. He took a perfect moment and ruined it with his overactive imagination and body too quick to jump to impossible conclusions. Stupid, stupid, stu-!

Koyuki’s breath hitched at the feel of a hand, one that most certainly wasn’t his, sliding under his waistband and wrapping lightly, carefully around his arousal. He froze, shaking under that touch as she fisted out a slow, testing rhythm around his sensitive flesh. “M-Maho?” he whispered hoarsely, her hand stopping almost at once.

“You don’t want me to?” She whispered back, her voice low and tempting, her touch fiery and exhilarating. It made Koyuki’s face flush, his head shaking of its own accord. He couldn’t be sure, but it looked like she frowned at that, removing her hand slowly.

“No, wait! I…” He stammered out when she sat up. She stopped, looking over her shoulder at him, so he turned his head away, not sure he could say this if he knew she was looking at him when he did. “I mean, no, I… I want…” He swallowed. “D-Don’t… Don’t stop.” There was no way of knowing what her reaction to that was, but either way, she inched back into the bed, her hand snaking its way down past his shirt, into his boxers, and around his still throbbing member once again, tightening her grip around him, making his head spin with pleasure. “God, M-Maho…” He breathed, tensing slightly when Maho leaned into the crook of his shoulder, lips brushing against his neck, forming his name against his pulse.

He’d never done this before. Sure, he’d done it by himself, but this… With Maho… She brushed her fingers over the head of his dick, his whole body twitching, a small gasp escaping him that he was too far gone to care about. She jerked her hand along his length, quickly then slowly then quickly again, almost slowing to a stop as unhurriedly as she moved her hand then. He felt her shift next to him, lips leaving his neck and traveling in small, almost nonexistent kisses along his jaw to his chin to the corner of his mouth.

“Do you want me… Koyuki?” she whispered, a breath of air against his mouth. He licked his lips, nodding his head without thinking. Of course he wanted her. He’d be a fool not to want her. But this was so much more than that. This was his first time doing anything so spontaneous and sexual and wonderful. Was it hers? Did he want to know? Was this just Maho being Maho? What did she get out of it? Koyuki blinked, the thought almost lost in a fresh wave of pleasure as she moved her hand more swiftly over him again, but it was a strong thought. Important. He wanted her to feel this way too. He wanted to make her feel this way. She deserved that much.

He lowered his head just so, searching for her lips. And when he found them, he kissed her, hesitantly at first, the way inexperienced kissers do, but with purpose. Motivation. He wanted her to be happy. To feel good. To want to be here, like this, with him. She kissed him back, her tongue licking at his bottom lip in what he assumed was a request for more, Koyuki opening his mouth slightly in reply. Her tongue darted into that moist heat, her hand tightening around his dick as the kiss deepened, not moving anymore, but still there and still so, so good. He let his tongue search her mouth as well, exploring it like he was exploring every inch of this moment, clumsy and new and powerful. And when Maho removed her hand, using it to shift herself on top of him, he didn’t complain, let her lead, because he needed to be led, and Maho was touching him other places now. So he ran a hand down her arm, slowly at first, then back up to her shoulder, never breaking the kiss, even as he very, very cautiously, inched his hand towards her breast. Was he allowed to do that? Touch her there? I mean… She touched me first… So I can, right? But still, he was reluctant, not wanting to ruin this, not wanting to do something wrong. Maho paused, pulling away from the kiss and-Is she smiling at me? Koyuki opened his mouth to speak, but Maho just chuckled, grabbing his wandering hand and placing it, palm forward onto her breast, molding his hand around it, cupping herself with his touch.

“It’s okay,” She smirked, leading his hand underneath her… well, his shirt and back to her chest before letting go. “Touch me.”

“O-Okay,” he nodded, smiling nervously. And he did, let his hands massage her breasts, travel the smooth, warm skin of her sides and hips and the subtle curve of her waist, and lower, underneath the pajama bottoms he’d lent her, before stopping. “Is this…?” He asked, always wondering if what he was doing was alright, something that she wanted him to do. She nodded, arching into his hand, urging him lower. So he reached lower, underneath the waistband of his pants and to her underwear, running his fingers over the heat there, a wetness spreading along the tips of his fingers. She moaned softly, the sound making his heart race, his dick twitching in his boxers. He slipped a hand underneath the elastic there until he reached the unknown territory of her need, using what little information he had from fantasies and porno mags that had somehow made it under his bed, to make her moan like that again, say his name in that voice. He could just barely make out her face as she bit her lip, rocking her hips against his hand, wanting more movement. So he gave her more, running a finger along her slit and down, slipping that finger inside her, making her shudder. Then, he worked his thumb over that part of her that made her gasp, doing it over and over again until she was panting against him, shaking with the nearness of her release.

“Ko-Koyu-nngh-ki…” She hissed, kissing him fiercly as she came and biting at his bottom lip, her whole body tensing against his touch. She stayed like that, moving just barely against him, relishing that contact a little longer. Then, she stopped, breathing against his lips, whispering into his mouth. “You can… fuck me… if you want.” She panted, Koyuki’s eyes widening.

“We don’t have t-”

“I want to,” she seemed to smile against his lips. “I know my brother didn’t take back those condoms when he left.” She kissed him softly between pauses. “If you want to, too… Then we should use them.”

He blushed, knowing that they were in his pocket right now, the horny teenage boy in him too weak to throw them away when Maho had kicked Ryuusuke to the floor. Koyuki sat up and slipped a hand into his pocket, pulling it out and holding it in front of them as though it could make the moment more real. “I want to,” he blushed, sure his cheeks would stain if his face stayed this hot for much longer. “But I don’t… know how to…” He tried to look away, but Maho put a hand on his cheek, leading his eyes back to hers.

“It’s cool.” She said calmly, almost amused in a way. “Let’s figure it out together.” Her smile, as much of it as he could see in the dim moonlight, made his chest tighten, butterflies in stomach the way he’d only ever imagined it could feel. He nodded, handing her one of the condoms and tossing the other on the floor, pushing the comforter back. She grinned, looping her fingers into the waistband of his pants and pulling them off, following it up by removing her own bottoms with a sort of grace that Koyuki didn’t think possible. She seemed even more beautiful like this, somehow. If that were possible.

Just like a fantasy incarnate, she crawled towards him, nothing but a bra to her person, kneeling inches away from his dick as she ripped the top off of the condom wrapper. She positioned the circle of rubber around his head, even that touch, so simple and preparatory, making him harder, desperate. And nervous. Insanely nervous. Uncomfortably nervous. He knew he wouldn’t last long. He knew that. But somehow he’d make sure she enjoyed this too. He had too. As if picking up on his anxiousness, Maho smiled comfortingly, leaning in to kiss him as she rolled the condom down over the rest of his length, only breaking the kiss once she was done.

“You ready?” She asked, winking, her lightheartedness making him feel like this was okay. That this was going to be fantastic, unlike what everyone claimed. She made him feel like anything was possible. She always had. And he believed her. He believed in her. He nodded, smiling back.

“Ready.”

She leaned forward again, kissing him deeply as she pressed him into the pillow, straddling him once more, this time aligning him with her entrance and hovering there for a few seconds before lowering herself down around him.

Things didn’t exist for a moment.

He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, couldn’t feel anything outside of the tight, hot brilliance of Maho; the perfect song with the perfect lyrics on the perfect guitar. A Gibson. Already broken in, fitting beneath his fingers like a glove. Fitting around him like a glove. Like Maho. Beautiful and intimidating and strong and fun and moving around him now, slowly, hesitantly, but enough to make his eyes roll into the back of his head. He groaned at the contact, involuntarily grabbing her waist with both hands as he arched his back up into her, Maho moaning above him, softly but temptingly. Intoxicatingly. He could drown in that noise. In her.

Somewhere in her movement, she began to rock forward into him, the shift in angle shocking him with its intensity, his release approaching faster than he wanted. He couldn’t finish without her. He wouldn’t let himself. So he thought about the Grateful Sound, about performing and how frightening and exciting and unbelievable it would be. It helped for a few seconds, but the moment Maho started moaning out his name, soft and low and Oh god, yes, please move that way again, make that noise again, so close, Maho, Maho so good, yes, Maho… He was lost again, teetering on the edge again. D-Damnit…

“Maho, I-I… I’m-” He started, hoping she understood, hoping she wouldn’t hold it against him. But she kept on moving, letting her head fall back as she rode him, apparently and thankfully enjoying herself as much as he was.

“M-Me too,” She panted, looking back down at him with heavy lidded eyes, smiling as she placed a hand on one of his, still gripping tightly at her hip. “Koyuki,” She breathed, leaning down to kiss him again, Koyuki raising his lips to meet hers, shaking with the approach of what promised to be ecstasy. Pure, uninhibited, Maho induced ecstasy. “Koyuki. Koyuki.” She mumbled again and again against his lips, stopping only when her whole body tensed impossibly around him, Maho’s mouth freezing on top of his, breathing into him, hot and moist and her muscles tightening was all he needed to finally pull him over the edge, his own orgasm ripping through him on the tail end of Maho’s. Beautiful and impossible and everything all at once, a flash of blinding energy that ripped through him and drained him, carrying him into the blissful afterglow of the well sexed.

Somewhere, eventually, in the haze that followed, Koyuki found himself lying next her again, lazily cleaned up and re-clothed, but relaxed and happy and wanting to talk but not able to make the words come. So, he just lay there, letting both of their hearts slow, willing himself to believe that that had just happened. With Maho.

“Koyuki?” Her voice mumbled tiredly from next to him, back to where they had been so completely, he probably could have convinced itself that it was all a dream, were it not for the hand that suddenly slipped into his, fingers intertwining as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Which, maybe, on some level, it was.

“Yeah?” He whispered back, the sound of his voice so alien in this sudden, new kind of silence. One that was heavy with questions, but lighter all of a sudden, not as concerned with what they were to each other. What they could be to each other. This moment was enough for now.

Maho sighed, breath soft and surprisingly cool against his neck as she snuggled into him. “Thank you,” she said, so quietly he almost missed it. “For letting me stay.”

“Anytime,” he replied shyly, the only thing he could think of. He blushed. “Goodnight, Maho.”

“Mhm,” she nodded against him, already fading, from what he could tell. “G'night.”

He chuckled softly, closing his eyes. He could do anything after this, it felt like. Anything at all. Like she gave him strength and motivation and inspiration just by being around him. Just by being who she was. All that she was. And for some reason, all that she was, had chosen to spend the night with him. Like that. For some reason, she’d chosen him. That alone was enough to make him feel invincible.

The Grateful Sound wouldn’t know what hit them.