The Bet (Shota), 2

They kissed several times, each growing more serious than the last until they were moaning and breathing hard, their tongues entwined and their bodies falling together onto the couch. Elly's hands caressed his face, then lower, rubbing his neck and shoulders. She shivered when she felt his back surge powerfully under her palms.

"A - Aiza ..."

"Shota," he cut her off breathily, biting her tender neck.

"...wha?"

"I insist the woman I love call me by my given name from now on, especially while we make out."

Elly gasped at that, clinging to him. "The - the what!"

"Oh, come now," he whispered in her ear, his voice low. His hands traced the curves of her body with an eager touch. "Surely you knew? You've been teasing me all night."

"I didn't know!"

He parted slightly from her so he could gaze into her eyes. "Now you do. And?"

"Kiss me again," she pleaded.

"Gladly." He brushed her lips in a teasing manner, backing off when she would have presses forward for more with a shake of his head. Elly relaxed in his embrace and let him lead her into a steamy, soulful kiss that left her shaking all over.

"I love you."

His body went limp quickly, falling on hers with just enough space so she wasn't crushed. "Oh, Ches," he sighed, relieved. "You had me worried..."

"You?"

"Yes," he groaned. "Yes, me, damn it. I'm not without feelings, I simply don't care for most people to witness them." He nuzzled deeper in her neck, licking her collarbone, buting at the tender flesh while she writhed under him. "I only want you to see," he panted breathlessly.

"Oh god, Shota, that's good."

"You like biting, hmm? Or maybe it's the cat in you." He dragged himself up on his arms to tower over her, dropping his head with his eyes darkly mischievous. "You want your big, strong mate to mark you?"

Oh god, he really is so fucking strong, she thought deliriously as his hands pulled her shirt off and his hot mouth sucked a line down her neck to her heaving chest. He popped the catch on her bra and paused to admire her as he tossed the undergarment away.

Elly gulped loudly. Her nipples were extremely sensitive, already achingly hard while she awaited his touch. He stroked her breasts gently, hefting them and feeling the soft, heavy weight. Then he rubbed a careful thumb across one. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes more tightly shut, her tail lashing wildly about on the floor. When his mouth closed around one of the nubs of flesh she cried out, bucking against him and wrapping her legs around his. Aizawa was pleased she was responding this well and experimented, licking gently and growing more aggressive when she didn't protest. A few judiciously placed nips and bites caused the crinkled bits of skin to grow even more sensitive after a long, ardous session of teasing. He would sink his teeth in and suck, hard, then ease up as she began to whine only to come back with tiny, feather-light plucking kisses.

Her jeans were too tight below and she could feel the throbbing pulse in the plumpness between her legs. At some point he had grasped her wrists loosely and held them up so she couldn't touch him. This was purely strategic on his part and not mean; he wasn't sure how well he could hold out if she decided to start stroking him. Yet after some time she started to tug, indicating that she wanted to be set free. He watched her closely when he denied her, gently pressing down just a little harder.

Her breathing quickened and she moaned. "Sh - shit, baby, that's so hot."

Baby. The name sent a jolt down his spine right down to his overstimulated cock. "You like when I use my strength against you, huh?"

"You're so strong," she breathed. "But also gentle. It's driving me crazy."

"Me, too," he murmured. "We need to pause for a moment, before I lose too much control."

"Mmn." She blinked blearily as he helped her up. He sat with her, their foreheads touching, and twined his fingers in hers.

"Birth control?"

"Yes." She nodded. "Mandatory for all working heroes that might get pregnant."

Aizawa hummed affirmatively and kissed her. "Just checking. Would you like to see my latest test results?"

"Do you need mine?"

They stared at each other, grinning in that heady, stupid way new lovers had. "No. I trust you."

"And I trust you. I wouldn't take just anyone else at their word on this, you know."

"That goes for me as well. That's good, since I, ah. Didn't bring any condoms."

"Yeah," she laughed, "I don't have any in the house, either. No use, you know?"

He sighed lustily. "Are you then amenable to the idea of me coming inside you, my queen?" He freed one of her hands and traced her cheek with a fingertip.

"Oh, more cat trivia. A mature, sexually active female, huh?"

"And my queen."

She giggled, looked surprised that she made such a sound, and then threw her arm around him. "Carry me to the bedroom, Shota baby. I want you more than anything right now."

He picked her up at once, cradling her to his chest as he stood. "First door on the left?"

"Uh huh. Same floor plan, huh."

"Mmm."

He strode confidently in and deposited her in the middle of her bed. Then he stopped for a moment, looking around for the light switch. He flicked it on and smiled at her as she lay waiting for him.

Aizawa stripped.

Elly watched with wide eyes as he pulled his shirt off with ease, exposing his lightly scarred and washboard stomach to her view. She sat up, ears pricking, and licked her lips as she followed the trail of dark chest hair down past his navel. He grinned at her and hooked his thumbs in the elastic of his pants, jerking them efficiently down in one swift movement. He wore red boxer briefs, tightly molded to his body and there was a dark patch spreading on the strained fabric.

"That's enough for now," he smirked and crawled on top of her on the bed. "I want to feel your skin against mine."

She wrapped her arms around his upper body, humming in agreement. Aizawa kissed her neck once, then sighed.

"What is it, Sho?"

His lips twitched. "I haven't done this in quite a while," he admitted, palming the length of her tail as she lay on her side. "Do you have any preferences I should know about?"

"I'll just go with the flow," she murmured. "Don't worry, though - I'll let you know if I'm not into anything." Elly paused. "You use safe words?"

"Hmm. Good idea. Stop light colors?"

"Yeah."

"So." He trailed a finger to the hem of her panties. "Let's see how excited you are."

He thrust a hand inside without taking them off and she gasped, then smiled. "Your palm is kind of rough."

"I don't moisturize often," he said drily. She giggled, then moaned as he stroked the curls of hair and dipped inside. "Part your legs more for me," he whispered in her ear, and she did. He knew the swirling motion that got the best reactions from her on top of her sex, and he gently rubbed her to a state of writhing, panting distraction.

Every time she reached out for him he moved smoothly back until she was pleading. "Please, Shota. I want to see you - touch you."

Aizawa slipped her underwear off and nodded, removing his well. He then knelt on either sides of her knees and watched her reaction to his body. His hefty penis laid against his thigh, twitching as she touched it. She gently peeled the skin back over the sensitive head, exclaiming softly.

"I didn't know you were uncut."

He grunted, not trusting himself to speak.
There was already a copious amount of pre come dripping from the darker head, and she rubbed it around and underneath, using her palm to grip lightly and her fingers to generate light pressure on his responsive underside. He groaned and his hips bucked up into her touch, sliding his penis through her palm. They continued like this for a couple of minutes, him thrusting up into her hand, the sound of his harsh breathing filling the room.

She stopped when he placed a hand on hers. "I need to be inside you," he said so intensely that she shivered.

Aizawa laid on top of her, kissing her deeply while he found his angle with one hand. She hiked her legs up around his waist and he whistled lowly with pleasure as the tip of his member rested on her heated sex. All it would take was the slightest of movements...

He closed his eyes, savoring the moment for another few seconds with his forehead resting on hers. Their eyes met and held, and they kissed again as he slipped sweetly inside her body. Aizawa moaned into the kiss, mouthing her lips and slowly moving until their stomachs were touching. Then he pulled almost all the way out before snapping his hips forward with a satisfied hiss.

"Ches, you're so hot."

"Don't stop, baby," she husked, her eyes glazing over with pleasure.

He grinned and moved faster, then even faster when she cried out and clutched his back. It had been very long, like he had told her, but his body was fit and eager. He held her and strove for that spot arched inside her that would make her scream. When she kept moaning but not quite as excited as he hoped, he backed up, panting, and wriggled his hips, entering her from a kneeling position. His first few strokes were awkward but he soon found a rhythm, jerking forward and back, his abdomen flexing powerfully. On one thrust he reached down to scratch his leg and the imbalance did it; she clawed at his thighs, trembling all over.

"Yes! There! Right there!"

"Aaah," he wheezed. "To the side, huh?" Propping himself with the help of his enormous strength, he changed position yet again and this led to the most arousing, indulgent praise he had ever gotten.

"God, baby, you're the best I've ever had ... oh god, Shota, baby, harder!"

"Ches!" He choked, faltering, and shook himself, letting his willpower go just enough. His thrusts became mindless rutting, angling deep and to the side as she cried his name over and over again. She came, tightening around him, and it didn't take much longer before he threw his head back, straining, chest heaving with sweat beading all over his rough, scarred body. The pressure burst out of him in long, pulsing bursts that caused him to close his eyes so tight he saw spots.

When he came to, he was flopped beside her on the tumbled bed, one arm possesively wrapped low around her waist.

"Holy shit," she said, breathing hard.

He grinned. "Good bet," he said. "I'll wear whatever you want me to in the morning."

She smiled and kissed him on the nose. "But will you make me breakfast?"

He snorted. "I don't cook," he told her firmly. "I can, however, buy breakfast at that cafe you like if we get up and ready early enough."

"Deal," she yawned, snuggling against him.