Kunimi was looking forward to a relaxing afternoon without volleyball practice, but when a random girl on the streets suddenly collapsed, his own plans had to wait. Reluctantly he helps her, though to the boy's disliking, she turned out to be a real...
Slowly but surely, I felt the nervousness rise up in my body. When my friends asked my earlier how far me and Akira already went, I hadn't answered yet. I thought it made more sense to answer it tomorrow, because Akira would sleep over at my place for the first time tonight. My parents were out on late shifts again. That wasn't anything unusual.
But then, I'm still asking myself what is going to happen. Alone the thought of it is making me blush. How far am I willing to go? We're only fifteen after all... In any case, I knew that Akira would respect my boundaries. It probably won't even come to that anyways.
When we were on our way home I squeezed his hand tightly. "Do you have anything in mind you want to do once we get to your place?" he asked.
"I dunno. Do you wanna watch a movie?" I suggested. "There are some new ones on Aniflix."
"Sure. Anything in particular?"
"No, not really. We can decide together later."
When we got to my house, we took off our shoes at the door and walked inside. Akira followed me to the living room.
"Sit down. Make yourself at home." I offered him a smile. "I'll go grab us a snack."
I went into the kitchen and made some popcorn. And of course, I couldn't forget to bring some salted caramel. Akira loves it.
When I came back into the living room the boy had turned on the TV. His eyes lit up when he saw the food I was bringing.
"You know me too well!" He grinned as I handed him the caramel. I put down the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table as I leaned over the couch to grab a fluffy blanket from behind it. Suddenly Akira pulled me close to him. A tiny hint of red painted his cheeks.
"Stop it, you're too beautiful." He mumbled into the crook of my neck as his arms embraced my waist tightly. I felt the heat of my body rising too my face. Maybe I should have been more aware of what I must have looked like when leaning over.
My hand found its way to his hair as my fingers started tangling up in his dark strands. I made myself comfortable between his legs as we embraced each other in comfortable silence. My head leaned against his chest as I listened to his heartbeat and traced my fingers up and down his torso. I could even feel his slight abs through his clothes. My actions seemed to make his heart race faster.
Though my own heart was beating so loud too, I wouldn't be surprised if he had heard its fast rhythm. His hands roamed around my back, sending shivers down my spine. I jumped a little when I felt them lowering to my butt, but I relaxed again soon.
I tilted my face upwards and pressed my lips against his jaw. Slowly I placed soft kisses along his jawline until his hands cupped my cheeks and he pulled me in for a gentle kiss. Our lips repeatedly pressed against each other's as they moved in perfect sync. The temperature in the room seemed to be rising frequently. I felt a wet sensation brush my bottom lip, Akira's tongue. My mouth opened slightly, allowing him to enter and explore. The kiss soon turned heated as our hands roamed freely all over each other's body, grabbing on clothes and pulling each other even closer as we huffed breaths into one another's mouth passionately and our tongues being in constant movement.
After a while we needed to pull away for air. I panted heavily and looked at my boyfriend. His hair was messy and his clothes untidy. I had the feeling I looked equally as chaotic. I felt Akira's eyes wander over my figure. His hands reached for the red bowtie of my uniform as he adjusted it. I chuckled, because his actions seemed unnecessary considering I still looked like a mess.
"Maybe we should change into more comfortable clothes." I suggested. We got up from the couch as Akira reached for his bag for his spare clothes. "Babe, I can't find my hoodie." He informed me as he looked up, only to see me disappear into the bathroom with his presumed missing hoodie.
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He sighed and took a shirt out of his bag instead. And then there I was, coming out of the bathroom wearing nothing but my underwear and Akira's hoodie, which reached to my midthigh.
He blushed and smiled at me as we sat down on the couch again and finally made use of the blanket I got earlier. We cuddled up, grabbed the snacks and turned our attention to the TV.
"Do you still wanna watch a movie?" he asked, stuffing his face with one piece of salted caramel after another.
"Hm. Not really. I'd much rather ask you something." I admitted. I grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. "Why do you act so different when we're alone? If I wouldn't be here to see it myself, I wouldn't have ever guessed you can be so open and full of energy and initiative. With others you are always... indifferent I guess..."
He stayed quiet for a moment before hesitantly answering. "...I don't know... There is just something about you that makes me want to act different. I don't act the way I usually do around you, because I do care about you. I want to help you, and tease you and see you smile... It's not that I purposefully change my behavior around you. It kinda just happens." He explained with a shrug, not being all too sure about the matter himself.
His response made me smile. "So, it's a side of you only I get to see?" I asked as he nodded his head yes. My smile grew even wider as I leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek.
