Uninhibited (Shota) 2

Aizawa thought that, all things considered, he was a very lucky man.

They saw no one once he was forced off the rooftops to traverse the sidewalk near the hotel. He found the place easy enough and slipped inside quickly and quietly, giving his name in a low tone to the front desk clerk. The young twenty-something year old anthro with a pair of furry ears similar to that of a lion, glanced over at Elly once but said nothing other than the normal pleasantries one expected from a hotel. He asked for ID and a credit card for payment and waited patiently for the scruffy man to produce both.

Aizawa shifted the drowsy cat woman in his arms, holding her on his hip while he dug around in one of his many pockets for his civilian identification. She rested her chin on his shoulder, purring softly and seemingly unconcerned about their location. Her striped tail twitched slowly, the white tips flicking independently of each other.

"You can purchase food and items through the tablet in your room on the nightstand," the clerk told him as he finished processing his payment. "If you need information on your partner's condition, there is an app on the tablet as well. It will reccomend items you may need." He paused, then handed him a slip of plastic. "Here's your card key - you're through there on the left."

"Thanks," Aizawa said shortly and strode inside the brightly carpeted hallway to look for their room. She had drifted off again some time between checking in and him opening the door, so he went immediately to the large bed. He sat down somewhat stiffly with Elly still in his arms. He'd promised her that he wouldn't let go, and he was going to keep that promise. His tired eyes slowly dropped closed as soft bed and warmth of her beside him relaxed him to sleep as well.

It was a quarter of an hour later when he woke. He was comfortable, his head resting on a pillow with a kitten purring beside him. What had brought him out of his slumber was the kitten licking his face.

His bloodshot eyes flew open.

That's no kitten!

"Ches," he choked, and instantly regretted it as speaking gave her an opening to his mouth. An uncharacteristic whimper forced its way out of his throat when her tongue slipped between his lips. He tried to fight the urge to kiss back, but her arms and legs wrapped around him and he was surrounded by her scent, her softness and her low, hungry purring.

Ah, fuck it.

Aizawa cupped the back of her head in one calloused palm and pressed eagerly forward, his mouth covering hers. Elly let out a pleased miaow and doubled her efforts, her hands fisting tight in his tracksuit as they kissed. It wasn't until her writhing body started to rub against him a little too accurately that he gasped and jerked away.

"Ches! Stop!" It wasn't quite as loud as Mic's shouting, but he managed to get his point across very clearly through her heat-induced fog.

Her ears folded back into her hair and she cringed wildly, curling up into a ball. "Sorry ... sorry!"

"No, that's my fault. Hey, wait, it's okay!"

She almost fell off the bed she was shaking so hard. When he reached for her she mewed pathetically and apologized again. "I didn't mean to, really, please don't -"

Aizawa froze in the act of extending a hand in comfort.

Please don't ...what?

"I'm not going to hurt you. I just wanted to ask you something."

When Elly looked up he sucked in a lungful of air. Her eyes were filled with tears and as red as his on a bad day. She was biting her lip, the bottom caught in one shining fang with a trickle of blood running down her chin.

"Oh, no ...shit." Aizawa stood and searched the nightstand for some tissues. When he found a small box he pulled a few up and came back to lean over her. She flinched but he ignored that and cupped her chin firmly in one hand. "You're bleeding, kitten. Here. No, don't bite. Let me clean that."

"S -"

"Nope." He pressed a finger to her lips. "No more apologies. There. Now, what the hell am I going to do with you?"

"Hurts."

"I know." He rubbed his forehead with his thumb and forefinger, frowning. "Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

"No!"

"All right. Does that mean you consent to a night of sexual activity with me?" His gaze was piercing.

Elly squirmed a little but nodded. "Yes."

Aizawa dropped his eyes and busied himself with tossing the tissues in the trash can. "Yes, well. I'll put this as simply as I can: is this just for one night?"

His bluntness combined with the state she was in caused her to blurt out a truth she had been carefully concealing for months. "Shota, I love you," she husked plaintively.

He fell to his knees as they buckled under him. No one had ever said that to him before. As a teenager he had thought, perhaps, that one day it would happen. But here he was, thirty-one, his appearance haggard, his body scarred beyond belief and only looking to get worse. He had no time for this sort of thing and no one seriously wanted him.

Or so he thought.

How had this happened?

"Ches, I - I'm the one that should be sorry." He dragged himself up onto the bed again. "I couldn't bring myself to believe you feel the way you do. I know you're hurting, so..." He slipped an arm around her and pulled her onto his lap as he sat with his head hanging down and his long hair obscuring his face.

"Shota?"

"I've fallen deeply in love with you as well. Two quick questions: are you on birth control, and do you need or want me to finish inside of you?"

She could barely stammer out a coherent reply. "Yes ... yes."

He took her chin in one hand, looking up into her eyes. His were as bloodshot and tired-looking as always, but they were the softest she had seen.

"Then trust me. Let me know what you need and I'll help you through this." She squirmed around and he grinned, realizing one hand was low on her back. "Is your tail sensitive? Some with tails aren't -" He reached down and grasped the base of striped fur firmly but not too tight.

"Aaah!"

"That's a yes. How's this suit come off?" He slid both hands up her back, checking for a zipper. "Hidden closure?"

Elly swallowed with an audible gulping noise and pointed at her ruffle of chest fur. "Uh huh."

Aizawa made quick and efficient work of both their outfits and the gear that remained on them, folding everything neatly on top of a dresser in the room. She didn't even see his naked body before he was laying on top of her, kissing her neck and pushing her onto the mattress. Her hands could feel the rough scarring on his back, and she gripped him tightly as they writhed together, panting and getting hotter by the minute.

"Shota, wait." Her fingers stroked the back of his head, combing through the messy hair as he sucked recklessly on her neck. "School ... on Monday..."

"Your neck gear will hide any marks," he said, shrugging.

"Ohhh."

He grinned and sucked harder, causing her to shriek softly and wrap her legs around him. "Like that, huh?"

"I - I need..!"

"Yes." He leaned back and she saw his upper body for the first time, as scarred as his back with his defined abdomen flexing in an impressive fashion. He had a lot of hair - everywhere, really -- under his arms, his chest and trailing down his lower belly to where his erection lay stiffly on her thigh. He absently scratched his chest as he stared at the junction between her legs.

"Please," she begged, the blush on her cheeks intensifying.

"I'm not well educated in this type of thing," he confessed bluntly, "but I love you, and will try." He bent to her once more, his mouth finding hers as his hand trailed down her body. Aizawa blinked, surprised at the amount of wetness as he probed gently with his fingers. He had watched porn as a teenager - mostly to shut the guys up when one managed to foist a DVD off their older brother -- and vaguely recalled the anatomy from that and health initiatives over the years. She was much hotter and slicker than he had imagined, and he knew holding back would be futile.

"Is it okay if I try something?" He withdrew, his hair swinging as he moved to sit up again.

"Yes," she gasped eagerly, her hips bucking in sharp little jerks as she yearned towards his absent hand. "Anything. Please."

He chuckled faintly. "All right. I've heard that one doesn't last their first time. Let's see if I can fix those odds by doing this first, instead." He grasped his member in one hand and positioned himself along her needy sex but not inside. Taking a deep breath, he flexed his knees and moved, his intent to slide himself against her swollen clitorus and make them both come. It was awkward in the beginning but he was fit and intent on pleasuring her, so he kept on trying. Eventually he found a rhythm that worked and started to groan as the pressure in his tense body began to mount.

"God, yes," he choked thickly. Now he knew he had chosen correctly; there was no way he could have held back inside her heated body. He was barely going to last a minute here, and he was glad he had rubbed her almost to completion before trying this. "Yes..!"

"Yes! Yes! Oh Shota, yes!"

He grunted, then pressed forward again, rubbing himself faster as she spasmed through her orgasm. "Sh - shit! Ches." He cried out suddenly, dropping his head to her shoulder. Then, harsher, as the weight in his lower half broke sharply, "Ches!" Without thinking he thrust hastily but only managed to stuff the tip of his penis inside. Much of his release spilled onto her open body, trickling along the folds as he came so hard he saw spots.

"Ohhh... wow," she wheezed, her furry ears and hair askew on the pillow.

"We'd better clean you up," he murmured, staring somewhat abashedly at the mess he had made. Vaguely he recalled men being turned on by seeing their semen on or inside another, but all he could think of was how uncomfortable it looked. He reached for the tissue box again and managed to get most of the spillage before muttering something about a shower.

"Mnn." Elly held her arms out, and he smiled.

"You like to be babied, don't you, Ches?"

She nodded. "Not enough love in my life. Especially from my male family members, so-o-o..." She sing-songed the last part, drawing it out and shrugging.

His heart wrenched at the thought but he had surmised as much from previous conversations they'd had. "I can definitely fix that."

She sighed happily as he picked her up. "No one would believe it but me."

He snorted so hard he blew her hair back. "Good. I don't need people thinking I've gone soft."

"Everyone already knows you're gentler and kinder than you let on. But you're not soft when it counts."

He set Elly down on the edge of the tub and ran the taps until the water was lukewarm. Then he adjusted the shower spray while she stood checking out the assorted shampoos and lotions on the counter.

"It's ready," he murmured, turning around to see her standing with two small items in her hands.

She held them up with a grin. "These're the free ones."

Aizawa stared first at her and then the tiny soap and two-in-one hair care bottle. "You could break open a pay soap or something," he told her with a shrug.

She looked shocked. "When these are perfectly good?"

He broke out into a dry laugh that sounded more like a cough. "That's fine, Ches. Whatever you want. For now, though..." He pulled the curtain back and gestured.

"Uh huh." She got in and waited while he did as well. For awhile all they did was wash up, and she let out a contented sigh when done.

"Feel better?" He kissed her cheek from behind, where he was scrubbing her back.

Elly shivered. "Much better."

"Uh huh. Then turn back around. I want to kiss you."

She sighed again and wrapped her arms around his neck as they kissed, toying with the back of his neck. He rubbed his cheek on hers, brushing his lips lower, and she mewed faintly.

"Is my face too scratchy? I could, uh, shave -"

"No, it's okay. I want to feel your stubble. It's you." The quick, greedy way she spoke more than convinced him.

"Okay, then." His nose nuzzled between her breasts and he lightly flicked one of her nipples with a fingertip to gauge her reaction. When she arched eagerly into his touch he smiled and moved to lick there, his lips teasing the tender flesh while his fingers rubbed the other. He sent Elly into a state of near rapture with his loving touches. She squirmed and whimpered, her hands sliding over his surging shoulders as he moved against her.

"Oh god, Sho," she moaned. "You're - you're so sweet."

"I think I can do better than sweet," he whispered, moving even lower as he sank down on his knees. His hands traced the back of her legs ticklishly and remained there as support as he knelt. Elly shivered, guessing his intent, and struggled to remain still. It was very difficult, especially when he hotly mouthed the inside of her thigh.

His tongue lapped without much knowledge or skill, but enough love and enthusiasm to make up for the lack. He simply listened to her and repeated anything that caused the best reactions. This he did until she was gasping out soft cries on every exhalation, her body trembling under his palms. He slid them under her rear until he had a firmer grip and changed his actions into a kiss, his lips gentle and tongue probing.

Elly felt the difference, and just the knowledge that he was kissing her down there sent her over the edge. She grasped the back of his head, her hands tangling in his dark, wet hair and tugging as she came. He came up for air when she stopped pulling and sagged instead, her legs shaking with exhaustion. He held her steady, looking up with a gentle smile on his face.

"Good?"

"So good," she sighed. "Thank you."

He raised an eyebrow. "You're welcome, but you don't need to thank me, you know. I'm happy to please you."

"Ugh," she groaned as he helped her out of the shower. "You say all the right things, damn it."

Aizawa paused in the act of grabbing a towel. "Are you still hurting badly? I just came awhile ago, so it'll be a bit before I can again." He stared down at his flaccid member, appraising it with a look so critical she had to clap a hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle.

"I'm much better. The edge has definitely been taken off." She reached up and took the towel out of his hands to rub his wet hair with. "Besides," she murmured, "that just means I get to love on you a lot more, doesn't it?"

He gave her a suspicious look. "What do you mean by that, exactly?"

"Well, for one, at least let me get your hair a little dryer." She ran her fingers through it a little as she fluffed it out. "I'm surprised it's not tangled at all. It certainly always looks like it is."

"I take enough care of it to avoid that. They hurt, for one."

"Mm hmm. I think you should relax on the bed for the next part."

"I somehow doubt I'll be relaxing." His eyebrows arched dubiously but he went and laid on the mattress, head on the pillow and legs sprawled out with no concern. "Oh. What're you doing?" His voice cracked as she crawled on top of him, bending to kiss him on his chapped lips.

"I just want to give you kisses." Elly gazed into his grey eyes, one finger lightly tracing the half-moon shaped scar underneath his right. She bent to kiss it and he closed his heavy lids with a long, deep sigh.

His skin held so many scars, not just the one on his face. She served every single one she could see a feathery brush of her lips, the longer and bigger ones getting more attention. The roughened skin of his elbow, the much fainter latticework along his ribcage. As she lavished care on his body his breathing picked up and he tossed his head on the pillow.

She moved down until she was dipping her tongue into his navel and trailing lower, her hands ticklishly gentle. One cupped the sacs of skin between his legs and rolled them in a warm palm while he gasped. She felt them draw tighter and smiled, using her other hand to stroke the wild patch of pubic hair preceding his penis, soft no longer. It slid upwards into the curl of her hand and she kissed the tip, her tongue sliding around the darker head.

Aizawa's reaction was impressive. His entire body jerked in place as he gasped her name. The purple head with its perky, furry ears nestled between his thighs bobbed as she took him slowly into her mouth, sucking in as she relaxed her throat muscles. Elly didn't think she wasn't very good at this, but she had some knowledge and was determined to use it all to make him feel as good as possible. She drew back and experimented, kissing the sensitive skin below the dripping head and licking hard.

"Ch - Ches... wait," he panted, gripping the sheets tightly in both hands and twisting. "Fff -! Yes! Like that!"

"Look, Shota," she purred softly, lapping slowly and gently at his stiffening penis. "You got harder much faster than you thought."

"Hnf!" One baleful eye glared at her from the pillow he was sunk deeply in. "The woman I love is sucking my dick. Both things are a first for me, so yes, it produced an erection much quicker than anticipated."

"Cranky." She chuckled, then suckled at the very tip in gentle retaliation at his crankiness. He breathed out all at once, shaking as his thigh and abdomen muscles jerked wildly with pleasure.

"C'mere," he breathed raggedly, rolling to the side as she pulled back. "It's time."

"Yes." She nestled into his embrace as he figured out a comfortable position.

"That okay?"

Her ears lay to the sides, her lips parted and her eyes dreamy. "Almost perfect," she purred enthusiastically. "Now give it to me."

He huffed softly. "Remember, I'm - I'm not..."

"What you are is everything to me."

For perhaps only the second time in his life, Shota Aizawa lost control. If she had said that at any other moment he might have rolled his eyes and made some sort of sarcastic comment. But hearing it now, as he was about to love her for the first time, caused the blush on his cheeks to spread. He threw his head back, summoning every ounce of strength and all his willpower. Elly watched, fascinated. She had never seen a body blusher before. As he grew more aroused, his neck burned blotchy, and then his chest.

And yet he didn't speak again.

His body fit into hers, curving neatly above and filling deliciously below. His mouth covered her own, swallowing her cries as he learned how to love her. Rough breathing, heady panting and the smack of their bellies striking together filled the room. She moved with him, drawing back and bucking forward to meet his every thrust. Aizawa swore once, a guttural sound, as he slipped awkwardly out of her. His return caused a hoarse cry to burst forth from her lips as he angled differently.

Both of them lost track of what happened after that; it was pull and push, give and take, noisy without words and excruciatingly pleasurable. She came first, digging her nails into his back and moaning loudly. He took several minutes longer and his patient, steady lovemaking gave her the gift of a second orgasm. Elly broke out in tears as she was swept up in the intense electric spasm once again, sobbing his name over and over. She felt him shudder powerfully above her and his damp hair flew up in the air. His movements grew erratic, slowing down but his hips jerked more strongly, driving him deeper, an instinctive need to fill her with as much of his seed as he could.

She flopped weakly onto the bed with a dopey grin on her tired features. He pulled out of her body with a grimace, then joined her alongside, curling his arm around her midsection.

"Did I hurt you?" His voice was low and shaky, and when she turned towards him he cupped her face in a cold hand.

"Oh, god no. That was amazing." She frowned, taking his hand and cuddling it to her chest. "Why would you think that?"

"Well ...you, uh. The crying?"

"I got emotional because it was so good," she told him shyly. "All I could think of was - was my - you were inside me." She corrected herself quickly, ducking her head.

Aizawa smiled very, very slowly and rubbed her ears. "Now I'm your...what? Boyfriend? Mate?"

"Is both okay?"

He nodded. "Yes." She drifted off to sleep, perfectly content in his arms with her mating heat satisfied. He waited until her breathing slowed to bend towards her furry ear and whisper, "Why don't we split the difference and say fiance."

The word had a nice sound to it and Shota Aizawa was a practical man. They fit. This was what they both needed and he would see things through.

Also satisfied, in more ways than one, he closed his eyes and slept.