They rinsed off after the soak and put their robes back on in separate areas. They had discussed getting a room for the night while in the spring, and went directly from the showers there.
Elly got in first and glanced nervously around. She was nude under the robe this time and though she knew what was to happen, the stark reality of the futon in the corner shook her a little. She pulled it out and lay on it, trembling with anticipation.
She didn't have to wait long. Several minutes later there was a light tap on the door and Aizawa announced himself. She called to him and he walked inside, rubbing his eyes and stretching. When he caught sight of the futon he brightened and he made his way over to her, unabashedly shedding his robe as he went. Elly gasped at his boldness; he was, like her, nude underneath, and she could now see all of him.
His body was scarred all over, as she had noticed from before. He had a splotch of dark hair in the middle of his chest that tapered off and ran in thinner quantities down his lower belly to his groin. He was so extremely fit that his erection had the desired curve - it curled up towards his flat stomach in his excitement.
"Shota!"
"Hmm? Oh, did I startle you?" He yawned, covering his mouth with one hand and blinking. He sat beside her and she absently made room.
"You just - !"
"Ches," he sighed, "we booked a room together. I assumed you knew what was going to happen."
Elly slapped a hand across her burning face. "I did - I mean, I do! Have you ever heard of foreplay, though?"
The scruffy man chuckled. "You're about to find out." He rolled over on top of her, and in an unbelievable display of playfulness kissed the tip of her nose, grinning. "Boop."
"Did you just - ?!"
"I've wanted to boop that nose of yours for months," he snorted. "Damn you, doing all that cute shit all the time."
"Cute? What?!" She was fidgeting under his warm body, the feeling of his hard length rubbing on her thigh a major distraction.
"Rubbing your eyes with the heels of your hand," he murmured, dropping his head to kiss her lips between each sentence. "Lapping at the top of your coffee when you put too much cream in it. Miaowingwith pleasure when a certain someone bought you lobster ice cream for White Day."
Her ears twitched. "That was you?!"
"It certainly wasn't Hizashi." His lips twitched in a smile. "Look, I know it was you who put the package of licorice in my desk for Valentine's. I wasn't just returning the favor as much as wanting to make you smile, too."
She kissed his cheek. "You're right, it was me. I can't believe you were the one to gift me, though. It was killing me for months!"
"Heh."
"Well, if we're doing things we 'always wanted'..." She reached up and carefully undid the tie from his hair, plunging her hands into the dark tresses to bring him close for a kiss.
"Mmn." He drew back, then kissed her again, using his tongue this time. She opened her mouth, purring, pulling him even closer and bringing her legs up to wrap around his waist. "Your legs around me feel very good," he murmured. "You're strong."
"Not as much as you," she said quietly, feeling his abdomen flex powerfully as they moved together. "Mmn. I knew it, but to feel it is another thing." Shivering pleasantly, she cuddled into his arms. "Nice."
"I told you to stop being so cute," he scolded with a frown.
"Stop being so sexy, then."
"What?" His gray eyes widened, caught by surprise by her bold statement. Much to her amazement, he began coughing dry laughter until she started to grow concerned.
"Uh..."
"Me? Sexy?" He gasped hoarsely, pulling in as much air as he could. "Shit, Cheshire - I'm as far away from that word as you could possibly imagine."
"You are not!" She grabbed him and kissed him so passionately that his knees grew weak. "I think," she panted into his stunned open mouth when she parted for air, "you're the sexiest man ever."
His bloodshot eyes were suddenly very soft as he lowered himself on top of her, pressing down enough to take her own breath away by his initiative. "All right, then. Let's find out how sexy you think I am."
She cried out as he mouthed her breasts, his hands busy below her waist. He stroked the purple curls he found and dipped a finger inside her, moving carefully.
"That turned on, hmm? Is it safe to skip the preparations for tonight?"
"Yes. I'm on the pill -"
"And we're all tested by the school," he finished for her. "Still, to be sure: do you want me right now?" He nudged her and she whimpered.
"Yes."
Elly knew better.
She really did.
Once he had a firm moral ground and a solid answer, he often reacted without further thought. In this case, she was suddenly and rather shockingly filled completely, sending a huge thrill up her spine and radiating pleasure below as he continued to move.
"Shota!" She gasped in shock.
"Told me," he panted, "you wanted me." He was grinning again.
"You idiot!" Laughter mixed with moans filled the room as he thrust. "I'll get you back for th - that, Eraserhead."
"Oh? It seems I'm on top." He angled up on his next move and felt her tighten all around him: legs, arms and on the inside.
"There!"
"Faster?"
"Huh - harder! Please!" Several minutes of sweaty, mindless rutting later and he was treated to the sound of her sweetly crying his name. She whimpered and clung to him after, kissing him and stroking the back of his damp neck.
"Ches..."
"I love you."
He shook all over, a small gasp escaping his throat. "Ches," he moaned, "Oh god, Ches..!"
"Shota," she whispered, smiling. He was incredibly handsome in his orgasm, his eyes closed with his brow drawn up, sweating, straining with himself.
"I was ..." He took a deep breath as he carefully pulled out of her body. "Supposed to say that. First."
She shrugged. "Doesn't matter."
"Hnf. Are you tired?"
"Well... not really. I kind of need to go to the bathroom."
He scratched his chin, his expression thoughtful. "You want to take a shower together? Then we can get something to eat."
"That sounds wonderful."
"Good."
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