Palpable

Palpable

Authored by: Christy

Author's Notes: Like my previous uploads, this was uploaded online a long time ago, taken down, now back up. And like the other stories, this has not been edited and doesn't make any sense to me at all.

He sighs. Sometimes being a guardian was so troublesome. It wasn’t the normal duties of a guardian that burdened him but the additional assignments he was tasked.

Her almost weightless character barely registers on his knees. He looks down at the bundle of innocence: mouth parted to inhale and exhale warm air, short brown tresses resting against soft cheeks. He sighs, “How bothersome.”

He enters her quarters: gray and dull, suitable for an underground home, and places her gently against soft sheets. He arranges the pillows so she’ll be comfortable and begins to trek back out.

“Mukuro-kun?” He stops at the sweet voice and turns. She is already sitting up on her elbows, seemingly fully awake. He nearly smirks at her ability to act.

“Yes.” He turns his body around, aware now that she’s made quick work of sitting on folded legs. His curiosity is raised even more when her fist clench tightly against them. “I don’t read bedtime stories, Kyoko-chan.”

She’s silent in her approach and he doesn’t move. She grasps both his wrist and leans upward, straining a little despite being on her tippy-toes, and hovers against his lips. She bites her own in fear of rejection and waits for him to make the first move.

“No goodnight kisses either.” He looks deeply into her eyes, searching for an explanation to her actions, but only finding naked fear and a woman’s desire. He smirks, “Fine then. You’ll regret this in the morning.” He leans down, murmuring against her lips, “Tsunayoshi will be very heartbroken.” He captures them, wetting, suckling, and gaining access inside.

He soon finds himself being pulled down onto her small weight, tongue still exploring her warm cavern. Hands tug impatiently at his clothes and he breaks away to oblige her, and in the process strip her as well. He returns to her naked body and explores every inch presented to him.

He makes quick work of this escapade, silencing her first orgasm with a hand to the mouth. His fingers retreat from her opening and are replaced with his staggering arousal. He watches her face as it goes through the emotion of feeling pain and then instant blinding pleasure.

Neither of them last long and Kyoko is soon screaming her second climax of the night, Mukuro his first. Kyoko sighs inaudible words to Mukuro’s ears and rolls over, disengaging herself from Mukuro, and contently snuggles into the sheets below.

Mukuro shakes his head unbelievably, “If this is what extra work entails, it isn’t so bad.”