After hearing that question, Takeshi blinks his eyes. "Can I have more?"
"Sure." Iori beams at her. Though he could sense that something is wrong, Takeshi places his hands on her hip and lowers his head. Before he could meet her lips, she reaches for the wound on her shoulder to hurt him. Takeshi grasps her hands again and whispers in her ear,
"I thought that I could have more."
She purses her lips. Her plans have failed. But then, it wasn't much of a plan anyway. She grumbles to him, "You smell of medicines."
"Endure it." Takeshi chuckles, looking into her eyes. "I can't hold myself back after years."
"We could have been together earlier if you weren't busy being an idiot." Iori inhales sharply when he presses her body on hers. Is he really going to do it now? She glares at him. "Aren't you hurt?"
"Not hurt enough to not do this." Takeshi brushes his lips against hers and then, he raises his head and gazes at her face. Her eyes are closed. She puckers her, waiting for him to kiss her again. Takeshi lets out a laugh.
She opens her eyes and frowns. "Why are you laughing?"
"You look like a duck," He tells her with an amused look in his eyes. Perhaps, he's too excited because she also wants him.
"Nevermind, I would rather date a duck." She scowls at him. "Let me go."
"I have let go of you twice." Takeshi leans closer and murmurs, "This time, I won't let you go."
"Idiot." She relaxes her shoulders. "I won't go even if you let me go. I will pull your hair and make you bald if you even think of letting me go."
"I was afraid of being rejected again." Takeshi puts his head on her shoulder. "That was one of the reasons why. So, I let you go. Thank you for coming to me today, Iori. I promise that I will love you more than anyone else in the world. I will make you smile once a day. If we ever fight again, I will not act like an idiot."
Won't act like an idiot? An idiot will always act like an idiot. Iori rolls her eyes. "Don't make a promise that you can't keep."
"You are sure that we will fight again." Takeshi furrows his brows. "You are also sure that I will act like an idiot."
"You are acting like an idiot right now." Iori shakes her head at him. "You are trying to act like a romantic and promise me this or that. Don't try to be something that you aren't."
The corners of his lips curl down. She doesn't believe him. If he says otherwise, they will start arguing again. It's better to argue with tongues instead of words. He raises her chin and meets her lips like a starving man, invading her mouth roughly. After exploring her mouth, he intertwines his tongue with her tongue. Feeling her squirming, he lets go of her hands and inserts his hand under her shirt and cups her b.r.e.a.s.t. She grips his shoulder, the exact place where he has a bandage on.
Takeshi ignores the pain. It's nothing compared to this p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. He's been waiting for years. He sucks on her tongue while kneading her mound. He lets go of her mouth and pants for breath, watching her doing the same.
By that time, Iori's brain has already turned into a paste. The intensity in his eyes is hypnotizing. When he lifts her shirt and kisses her hardened n.i.p.p.l.e slowly, she closes her eyes and gasps. He flicks it with the tip of his tongue, making her let out a m.o.a.n. Feeling embarrassed, she bites her lower lip. But he wants to hear more.
"Takeshi…" Iori turns her face to look at him when he moves his hand toward the waistband of her trousers. The rest of the words drown in her throat as he penetrates her mouth with his bullying tongue again. He wraps his one arm around her to raise her, making her stand on her toes. His right-hand crawls between her t.h.i.g.hs, stroking her pubic hair before finding her bud between the folds. Wanting to hear her m.o.a.ns, he releases her lips and buries his face in the curve of her neck, s.u.c.k.i.n.g on it as his fingers circles around her c.l.i.t. The pleasurable tingles spread to her t.h.i.g.hs, rushing through her nerves to the tips of her toes. She doesn't know what's going on. He's making her crazy. She pinches her lips hard, not letting a m.o.a.n escape. She could feel his raspy breaths near her ear. All of a sudden, he puts his two fingers inside her v.a.g.i.n.a. She parts her mouth and sucks in the air as he fastens his pace.
"Wet." He mumbles in her ear. "But your stubborn mouth is keeping it in."
"Takeshi, you are… Aaah…" Iori's face is burning. No, there's not a place in her body that's not burning in his flame. It's frustrating. She could feel something building up in her body, but it's not enough. He's bullying her for sure. She m.o.a.ns his name, begging him. "Takeshi, please."
At the same time, Takeshi hears the sound of lock cl.i.c.k.i.n.g. He puts his hand on the door, stopping the other person from barging in. His other hand is still between her t.h.i.g.h. Iori leans on his c.h.e.s.t, taking deep breaths. Her skin is buzzing with molten fire. She wants more. A lot more.
He glares at the door when the other person doesn't stop pushing. "Who is it?"
"Takeshi, open the door." He hears his brother's voice. "The doctor is here."
Iori's rationality comes back when she hears Kiyohira's sharp voice. Wait! Her clothes. She pulls down her shirt, covering her b.a.r.e c.h.e.s.t. Then, she realizes that Takeshi hasn't taken his hand out of her trousers. She grabs Takeshi's wrist and whispers to him with a panicky tone, "Take it out."
"Nope." He smirks at her, "I haven't made you come."
Iori tenses her shoulders. Her gaze falls on Takeshi's crotch. Her mouth turns dry when she sees the bulge. Did he want to go all the way here?
"Takeshi!" Kiyohira yells. "Open the door."
"Please, Takeshi." Iori can't move, despite the urge to get the hell out of there. "Not now."
What the hell is wrong with his brother? Can't he get a clue? Because of his brother, he couldn't make Yuta's cousin today. Takeshi sighs and pulls his hand out reluctantly. He glances at his wet fingers with regrets. He gives her a peck on her lips and promises her, "I will make you c.u.m next time."
"..." Just who is this pervert? She pushes him away and pulls open the door. She needs to get hell out of here.
Kiyohira widens his eyes when he sees the state of Iori's hair and clothes. "Did you fight with him when he's in this state?"
Iori runs out of the room. While she's in a hurry, she hears Takeshi's laughter.
Damn!