Speechless

Els/Hizashi
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The nurse called her in.

"Is he okay?" Her ears flicked when she heard rustling behind a curtain nearby.

"He will be. You're his girlfriend?" Elly nodded and she clucked her tongue, checking her clipboard. "He's got you down in case of emergency. Elly Sketchit?"

"That's me. What's wrong with him?"

The woman drew the curtain back near his cot. Elly gasped. He wasn't wounded in any way she could see, but he looked a frightful mess. His face was burning, his green eyes shiny with unshed tears. His blond hair had come undone from the golden plume he had carefully sculpted that morning and ran freely down his back. He was curled into a fetal position on the tiny bed with his hands pressed against his mouth.

"I'll have to be very blunt," the nurse warned. "He was hit with an aphrodisiac quirk."

"Oh god."

"Yeah... have you ever had experience with those?"

"No... I um. No. I know a little through study, but no personal experience." She watched as he began panting in short, hard little breaths, his eyes squeezing shut. Tears trickled from the corners of his eyes and she wanted to wipe them away, yet she held back a moment longer to talk to the nurse.

"I have a pamphlet that has everything in it you need to know." The woman smiled and handed her a folded piece of paper. "You're going to have to take care of him until it wears off. One more thing," she added as Elly began reading as fast as she could. "Due to the nature of his quirk and the fact that he won't be able to control himself, the doctor gave him a series of inhibitors. It won't last long - just enough."

Elly gasped, the pamphlet forgotten for the moment. She rushed to his side and noticed his glasses and neck speaker were sitting on the side table on top of his neatly folded jacket. Hizashi looked up and saw her. His eyes went wide and he opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He tried again, and the second time he failed to speak she could see the terror in his eyes.

"It's okay, Zashi," she soothed, stroking his sweaty face. "The doctor did that to help. It won't last." Relief flooded his features for a brief moment, then pain. He grabbed her hand in his and squeezed urgently. "I know. I'm gonna take care of you."

He blinked, then bit his lip. She showed him the pamphlet and he dropped his head, abashed. "Don't be embarrassed. I've read this. I know what to do."

He nodded dubiously.

"We're going to move you two to a private room on the premises," the nurse told them, signaling for an orderly to help. A man showed up and nodded to them politely, grasping the end of the cot. Elly saw it had wheels on it, something she hadn't noticed before. As they wheeled him down the hall they explained the room was lockable from the inside and had amenities like a tiny apartment. There was a small fridge stocked with easily microwaved foods and energy drinks, a separate bathroom and a real bed.

"The only difference is if you need help, we're here. There's a call button by the door, and you can press it at any time. Oh, and we added pads and paper, so you can communicate until the inhibitors wear off." The nurse stayed for a brief period, explaining a few more things. Hizashi heard nothing. He was focused on his girlfriend and wondering how they could get out of this situation without any trauma. When they were finally left alone and the door clicked behind them, he started to really panic.

Elly went to him, arms open. "Come here, sweetie," she sighed. He shook his head so rapidly his golden hair flung about. He held up a hand towards her, palm out, his expression apologetic but firm.

"N - no? But, but you need to work through this with me. It's not like we haven't had sex before."

Hizashi's face showed utter panic. He scanned the room quickly, looking for something. She stood there, not knowing what to do as he frantically searched the rooms. When he found pencils and paper in a drawer in the tiny kitchenette, he snatched them up quickly so he could explain. She watched him scribble madly for a few moments, thinking sadly that he had never rejected her before.

A second later she felt a gentle tap on her arm. Hizashi held out the pad in his shaking hands. It was nothing like his usual neat lettering, hastily written and barely legible.

'afraid hurt you instead of loving you'

Elly sighed and placed a weary hand on her brow. "You need to trust me, Hizashi." She walked slowly over to him as one would a wild animal, talking softly the whole time. "I love you, too. That's why I'm going to help. It's okay," she said hastily as he flinched from her touch.

He bit his lip even harder, the panic in his naked eyes rising. Another shake. No. But she had backed him into a wall, and he had nowhere to go.

"It's okay, Zashi."

No, no, no, no, NO!

She reached out and gently grasped the sides of his head. "Yes." She kissed him sweetly full on the lips, being careful not to touch any other part of his body yet.

Hizashi melted. She had not expected such a reaction, though the paper warned of extreme changes in mood. His body went limp, sliding down the wall as his eyes glazed over. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed back, gently at first, but she felt the trembling in his body and braced herself. He was much taller than her and stronger. She understood what she could be in for while he still had strength. She carefully undressed him while she had the chance, tossing the leather in a lumpy pile next to them. His kisses grew more urgent, demanding, as she slid his briefs off. Her own clothing was next, and before she could start his hands were on her, hungry and powerful. Elly gasped, glad the hospital had included a change of casual clothing in the room. His arms flexed strongly, tearing off her shirt and yanking her jeans out of the way impatiently. She wriggled out of the rest herself. It felt like his hands were everywhere. His mouth latched onto her neck, sucking.

She was slowly but surely being pushed backwards onto the hard floor. That wouldn't do, but they weren't near the bed and he was stubbornly refusing to move. She sighed.

Hizashi threw his neck back, tendons straining, mouth open in a silent scream. His whole body was on fire, and he was at odds with himself about it. He wanted - no, needed -- to quench the flames, bury himself as deeply inside her as he could as hard and as fast as possible. Again and again and again, voicelessly growling and biting and clawing at her until ... wait. A small, soothing caress distracted him from his urges. He sighed, the pain dissolving into a more tolerable pleasure. It was good, it was slow, and he closed his eyes and bucked his hips, eagerly and mindlessly rutting into the delightful touches.

"There, Zashi," she murmured. Her hand holding him gently, she angled him as she sank onto his lap. His mouth dropped open and his tongue lolled out, shamelessly drooling when he felt her warmth grip him, sinking into bliss as she moved. Elly straddled him carefully, holding him in her arms as she loved him. It was difficult being on top, she discovered, but his reactions were rewarding enough to make it worthwhile. She moved slowly, keeping a steady pace and brushing strands of his hair back when he jerked to one side or another. She wished they could have taken the time to tie it back, but he had literally backed her into a corner for a minute there, and she had to move fast. Hizashi's breathing quickened as her pace did, and his eyes suddenly popped open, alert. They focused clearly and if she hadn't been so in love with him before, she would have fallen then at the look he gave her. It was so grateful and full of trust and pure adoration. As she stared deeply into his eyes the spiral pupils dilated, the lines thinning. He couldn't speak but he could pant, and the hoarse gasps of air resounded in the otherwise quiet room.

"Ha... hah, hah, haaah!" His head drooped. "Hmmm."

"Little better?"

He nodded sheepishly.

"Wanna come to the bed? That's not going to be it, you know."

Another nod. She stood, and he reached out and grasped her hand for a moment, holding it like a child seeking comfort. Elly turned and smiled at him.

"We can do this, you know. You don't have to worry anymore." He sighed, his brow drawing together. Then he squeezed her hand and nodded with a shy smile. She sank onto the mattress and bounced a couple of times. It was one of those memory foam things, comfortable with no springs to break or make loud noises. Practical. He joined her, kneeling and crawling close, eyes questioning.

"Again?"

Yes.

She lay back and circled her arms about his shoulders. Hizashi clearly felt bad about their previous coupling and was more gentle this time. He still couldn't handle foreplay but his sex was slow and steady, enough to cause a reaction in her. She shivered through one long, sweet release and felt him doing the same.

The surprise came when he didn't stop. Hizashi whined, snapping frantically at the air as he tried, unsuccessfully, to hold himself back. He pounded into her more roughly than he ever had, moist sounds and slapping flesh accompanying their hoarse breathing.

She clung to him, moaning, wondering how many times a woman could orgasm in one day. Halfway through his second round, however, he stiffened and suddenly dropped on top of her. His arms trembled as he pushed himself back up so his weight wouldn't crush her.

She struggled to focus back to reality. "You okay?"

A soft "whuff" sound as he exhaled. He frowned, bit his lip, and shuddered all over. She assumed this orgasm had not been very nice. The pamphlet warned they wouldn't all be pleasurable. Towards the end, in fact, he might experience pain from taxing his body too much. She knew what to check. As long as there wasn't blood in his semen he would be fine. As he pulled back she made sure to wipe down there and scrutinize the tissue. Clean. Then again, it was only the second time. When Elly looked back up he was elaborately mouthing words so she could understand as well as pantomiming, pointing at her lower body.

You okay?

"I'm fine. I was actually checking to see if you were."

Rolling hand waves and a raised eyebrow. And..?

"You're fine, love. I told you, we've got this." He puffed his cheeks out and gave her a smile tinged only slightly with pain. He felt a great deal better, but the ache in his groin was annoying. "Hungry? Thirsty? Anything?"

Negative head shake. He sat back, pushing his long legs out in front of him. His erection still had not diminished and it curved up towards his stomach, glistening in their combined fluids. He reached over and grasped her wrist in one hand, tugging suggestively.

"The thing - " she gestured towards the paper she had been given, "it said that wouldn't help. You really want it?"

Nod, nod, nod. He placed her hand on the damp mat of golden hair above his navel. Please?

"I can't refuse you, sweetie. But if it hurts, stop me right away."

Hizashi's head rolled on his neck as her hand gripped him. He placed his hand on hers and kept it there as she began. She started slowly, pumping as gently as she could. He raised his hips and moved with her as his mouth opened in a soundless moan. Her heart beat quickly. This was far more erotic than sex itself. His chest was heaving, beads of sweat rolling down his flushed skin. He held himself upright on one trembling arm, the hand twisting in the sheets below, and rode the waves of pleasure as his girl stroked him. And then he whimpered.

"Yes!"

"Zashi, your voice is back!"

"Ahh, baby," he husked in a raspy voice. "This is what I needed, so what I needed..." He groaned deeply, then coughed. "No, don't stop."

"I won't stop until you're better, Zashi. Even if we have to stay here another day."

He choked. "How long..?!"

"Shh. Concentrate."

"'nother day... augh."