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When Houtarou received the message to bring his costume from Eru, he knew the night would be anything but strictly romantic. They had classified the costume wearable for solely two separate occasions: Halloween parties and sex. Needless to say, in the middle of spring, it was far more likely to be the latter.
Not that Oreki found himself disagreeing with the request, as roleplaying excited him. There was something strangely addictive about playing a role, and while most would take off their masks after a performance, he knew many in his entourage who would rather mold the mask to their faces than take it off.
He himself wore one of nonchalance and boredom, but it would oftentimes crack whenever Eru was concerned, especially if she was in a high level of stress or proposing something deeply interesting.
Houtarou could feel the way his temperature was rising, and just before leaving for her house, he triple-checked that he had absolutely everything in his bag, from gifts to her parents and caretakers, to the condoms. Perhaps her house wasn’t the safest location, but she swore that it was today, so he would trust her on this.
The ride there was quiet, yet torturous for his lust. He couldn’t go quickly enough, but he knew better than to waste energy. He knew he could last for quite some time in bed, but if he wore himself out before he even arrived, why arrive early in the first place?
Houtarou still managed to reach her house in record time though, so his perfectly logical and rational argument on taking his time was foiled and thrown to the trash. Really, there were times where he really hated his body.
The house was as grandiose as he’d seen it last and he still couldn’t help the thrill of knowing that Eru’s parents knew they were dating and approved. Though it was only thanks to Tomoe. She was quite the resourceful traveler and she’d made sure to sell Houtarou as a helpful teen.
Perhaps the Chitanda empire would have preferred someone else, but seeing that Houtarou would be barred from handling family affairs and would instead leave them in his wife’s care (the very notion made him blush from the top of his ears to the edges of his toes), it didn’t seem to be too much of a problem.
He was still largely accepted by the family, and his sharp mind had allowed him to get into the good graces of Eru’s father, as the man appreciated a quick-witted partner in conversations. Though the man didn’t hide how he would tear Houtarou apart if he harmed his little girl.
Was this a conversation every father needed to have with a groom-to-be? He didn’t even want to imagine how they would react if they realized that the two of them had extra-marital intercourse sessions (all protected of course).
His body would be left for the crows to eat, with his balls used to stuff his throat.
He shuddered and quickly pressed down the button, holding his bag to his chest. The quick shuffle of feet indicated him that Eru was alone today, thankfully. His stance eased and he smiled as the door quickly opened. Eru wore a cover around herself, effectively hiding her body from sight. Is she-
“Come in, Houtarou-kun, she urged him gently, her cheeks adorned with the red of embarrassment. Let’s go quickly to my room.”
Houtarou took his sandals off, running in toe with her with his bag against his chest, excitement and anticipation running faster than light inside of his body.
She took him to her room, somewhere deep inside the family home, and Houtarou couldn’t help but be astonished about the emptiness of it all. How come she was alone? He didn’t hesitate to ask her, to which she replied:
_ My family is supposed to meet up at one of our hospitals, but when I told them I wasn’t interested, they still wanted to leave some people here. So I told them that you would be coming, and they stopped worrying about it.
That didn’t help alleviate Houtarou’s fears, if anything, that heightened it. He would be burdened with the specific responsibility of keeping her safe, and it wouldn’t be his untrained body that would block an unseen attacker.
Though considering the strength of her family and the fact that the house was otherwise completely empty, it gave the idea of a ghost home. No one would be crazy enough to steal from the Chitanda home.
His fears faded once they entered her room (or rather, one of her many rooms). The whole trip, she hadn’t taken off her cover, and she was just as stubborn.
She would take it off only when Houtarou wore his costume. There was an almost mechanical side to Houtarou’s undressing, and then putting on his costume.
From beginning to end, his lover’s curious eyes hadn’t left him at once. The short fell off, revealing the member straining against the boxers.
Houtarou, throat tight and heart at the tip of his tongue, quickly opened his bag and began the slow process of wearing the full regalia of the Phantom Thief.
From the cotton pants, to the comfortable leather shoes to his shirt, overcoat and cape, it was certainly interesting. The final parts though, he took great pleasure in doing them slowly.
He would never forget the way she would blush as he readjusted his gloves, placed his top hat and his monocle in front of his right eye.
This held a very specific meaning. So long Houtarou wore the uniform, he was a Phantom Thief, ready to steal and taint his precious lady. He’d done it so many times, yet the routine excited him perhaps even more. Eru always welcomed it and he loved the scenario she would cook up.
With a confident smirk, he placed his hands inside his pockets, gazing down at her:
_ Come on, my lady. Haven’t you made your gentleman thief suffer enough under the weight of these secrets? Reveal yourself, my lady.
And reveal she did. His voice was momentarily caught in his throat, his eyes growing exponentially wide at the sight in front of him. There wasn’t any roleplay in this anymore.
She wore lingerie. Blue and white lingerie, which barely covered her body at all. He wanted her for himself. He felt so possessive of the sight that without realizing it, he covered parts of her with his cape by dragging her against him. He wanted that for him and only him.
_ Eru, he purred.
He couldn’t care less about roleplaying. He had been nearly begging her to wear lingerie for months. She had always been rather prudish when it came to sex, and she tended to act much like him, with clothes that covered strategic parts of her body from sight.
But this? She was playing with a very dangerous beast right now. And she knew it. Her red face said it all. Maybe it was the reason why she sent a text instead of a voicemail. She couldn’t have gotten the words out without revealing part of her shame.
“You will not regret putting that on, Eru.”
An invisible weight seemed to be lifted off her shoulders and she shyly gazed at him in a manner reminding him eerily of an innocent doe.
“Do you like it?”
She knew he liked it. She was playing all innocent, but she knew he was absolutely thrilled. He was not going to simply let her walk away half pleasured. He would make sure she reached at the very least three orgasms.
He chuckled and grabbed her chin, gloved hand caressing the bare skin and giving her goosebumps.
“’Do I like it?’ Fuck, Eru, I would eat you up, if you-“
“Do it then.” She interrupted him, shivering under the lust. “Devour me, my gentleman thief.” His cheeks burned crimson, his eyes widening in surprise.
And with that, her hand grazed his erection. At the very same moment, Houtarou’s member twitched, straining the dark fabric of his pants. Houtarou exhaled harshly, his dark gaze obscured by his top hat.
He quickly grabbed her hand and dragged her towards her bed, following her in tune. The cloak covered everything about her. From an outsider’s perspective, she looked completely swallowed up in a mouth of infinite darkness.
Gloved fingers danced tentatively on the bare skin of her thighs and he took one deep inhale. If he didn’t get his nerves under control, the mere sight would make him orgasm there and then.
Slowly, he lifted one of his hands, and let it sit on the blue thread atop her breasts. She gasped sharply as he gently began to unravel her like an early Christmas gift, unable to keep the hunger from his eyes.
Her bare skin turned him into a madman every time he saw it, and with so little clothing, it was a wonder that he hadn’t jumped her bones.
As the white fabric became looser and looser, he guided it off her body, running his gloves as much as possible on the bare skin. He’d learned of that particular ilk of hers, and with such a present in front of him, he would be ashamed if he made her not love it as much as he did.
The white fabric fell on the floor, revealing her white bra. At that point, his patience was running thin. He took a hold of her right breast, admiring the way her cheeks colored an ever darker shade of crimson.
She whimpered lowly, making him twitch in his pants. He swore, she would make him experience orgasm through sheer visual stimuli. Her pale skin was rosy now, flushed like a graceful Sakura flower.
He would discover this beautiful diamond, and keep it to himself. He would steal her away and make her his, guarding her with the same fervor as a dragon over its hoard. He cupped it more firmly, and the girl whispered his name so quietly only their close proximity enabled him to hear her.
She was getting desperate now. But he did too.
He encouraged her to take off the bra, just for him to gaze at the loveliest set of breasts he’d ever seen. He craved for it so much that he was barely able to say a constructive sentence, as if the mere sight of her left him bereft of all reason.
But Eru, lovely girl that she was, understood what the other was desperately to convey through hungry green eyes. She visibly shivered and looked away, which made her even more adorable.
With movements neither too fast nor too slow, the white fabric was settled beside her. The girl momentarily checked for any wrinkle and when her expert eyes found none, she turned to find her boyfriend and nodded, with a set of pink cheeks manifested from a mix of anticipation and shyness.
Houtarou couldn’t let her have a full breath, as he surged on her lips, drowning her surprised gasp in a mesh of lips and tongues. The two tumbled, and Eru fell on her back, her boyfriend following suit between her opened legs, as his hands were molding every inch of skin they could touch.
“Eru…” He whispered, as his desire was gradually setting each of his nerves ablaze. The girl grabbed him by the shoulders and reconnected their lips, a surprising show for a girl so timid, but even she was reaching her limits.
She’d made herself wait for this for days and for him. If Houtarou wasn’t so focused on making them enjoy their experience to the fullest, he would be on his knees, thanking Eru over and over again.
He licked her bottom lip, as his gloved hands closed around her naked breasts. Even through the fabric, he could feel how hard her nipples were and how fast her heart thumped. His cheeks burned with the realization, and he slowly ground his impossibly hard erection against her panties.
The motion electrified each and every. Single. One. Of his nerves. He groaned, momentarily stopping the kiss as he was doing his best not to cream his pants. But like many things she did, Eru would throw a wrench in his plans.
In an instant, Eru wrapped her legs around his waist and slowly, she moved a hand down to touch his erection pants. Houtarou moaned loudly and his hips followed her movement in a broken call of her name. He tried to stop her, but his body wouldn’t listen.
Like a puppet whose strings were gifted to the person in front of him, nothing responded. The pleasure was reaching an all-time high, with each second added like a grain of sand in the hourglass that counted down his orgasm.
For a fraction of a second, his body regained mobility and he kissed her as hard as he could. The next thing he knew, he shuddered as the dam was breached.
The pleasure exploded in his system, flooded it and for a moment, he saw white. It felt good, so incredibly good. His hard member was releasing cum inside his pants and while embarrassment would certainly follow for such an action, the present him was so awed by the feeling that he sought the comfort of his dearest love. He held tightly, and whispered in her ear words that made her shiver: “I will make you experience the very same pleasure, Eru.”
How Houtarou wasn’t out for the count, he couldn’t have given you an explanation. But his lust and sheer drive granted more than enough energy to shake off his intense release quicker than many would have expected from someone normal, not to mention him.
Houtarou’s hands moved to Eru’s waist, his gloved thumbs caressing delicately her hip bones. With her eyes lost in a haze of lust, the hand which had drove Houtarou to orgasm covered his, a silent wish for him to drive her equally insane.
She breathed out slowly as her legs untangled themselves to allow Houtarou to take off the remaining piece of clothing on her.
The two held the same breath, their hearts beating in tandem as more and more of her pearly white skin was revealed. Houtarou felt like he was under water, his ears buzzing and his vision unclear.
He pierced the surface as the panties rested in his hands, separated from his girlfriend. He gazed incomprehensively at the piece of clothing then back to Eru, almost as if he couldn’t believe he could finally see her. He exhaled loudly and suddenly, they could breathe once more.
Blood buzzed in Houtarou’s ears, and for a moment, he felt himself overheat. His member was so painfully hard at the moment that it bounced without even touching her flesh, and the sweet, sweet temptation of laying his lips upon the soft as silk skin gave him outright shivers.
This beauty was his. This jewel of a woman was his, his to please and his to love. Whenever the two had a chance to have sex, he would often take a step back and wonder what had made him so different from the others, from the various handsome classmates and people Eru interacted with.
Maybe it was luck, maybe it was something else. But he thanked his parents, and anyone that could have made him what attracted Eru’s eye. He loved her. Loved her more than life itself.
She was his other half, his soulmate. To say such words may make other people laugh, but Houtarou was quite the romantic at heart, even if he didn’t want to admit it. And nothing else could even hope to classify the amazing woman Eru was.
To have sex with her was like confessing his feelings for her in the most explicit way. It never was simply ‘fucking’ as far as the two were concerned.
It was something that involved their feelings perhaps even more than any other action. The words couldn’t have been enough to recognize every single they felt, but there was something that they recognized with absolute certainty.
It was not having sex for them. It was the culmination of their love, in the eponymous phrase of ‘making love’.
_ Eru, he whispered, searching for her beautiful violet eyes.
She had this strange magnetism, something that entranced his very soul, and he could lose himself for hours, simply gazing at her. He never needed words with her, it felt too much in some instances.
Grasping gently one of her hands, he began to lay down kiss on the back of it, all the while maintaining the eye contact, as if her leaving his sight would make her disappear forever.
She stroke his cheek so tenderly, he almost cried. He loved her so much.
His heartbeat felt so loud now, it was almost deafening. A gloved hand caressed her now fully bare leg, slowly making its way to her waist. Eru sucked in a breath, and Houtarou couldn’t keep the small smile from showing on his face.
She was almost trembling in anticipation now, as she’d been since she sent him a message on his phone. His other hand followed the other, moving at a similar pace and settling at the same level, right on her hip bone.
Houtarou didn’t have any attention to make her wait for it anymore. Gloved thumbs extended to part her outer lips and Eru instinctively closed her legs as they touched the sensitive flesh.
Consequently, his fingers entered her, making her moan. He didn’t even need to do anything. Just leaving his hands where they were seemed to be more than enough to get a reaction out of her.
The slightest movement resulted with a whole body shiver, and a squeak so cute it made his heart throb in his chest. She was in equal measure both so lovely and so desirable, she didn’t even seem real. She was everything he could ask for and so much more.
He pushed his thumb a bit further, exploring slowly but surely her quivering muscles. She could hardly stay in place, trying so desperately to keep quiet, but the mere sight was enough to give her shivers.
The dark clothing always won her over, and as strange as it was, gloves often played a role in making her lose her wits. She would forget herself in the moment and become so demanding. She whined and grabbed one of his shoulder, encouraging him to go deeper.
Houtarou raised his eyebrow, but he complied with an absolute ravishing smirk, making her see stars. Her stomach felt so hot she feared she’d explode in waves of heat.
He played with his finger a bit, and her throat tightened, almost as if someone was restricting her airways. Her body twisted, as if responding to some deep instinct to show herself to the one for her.
She would blush for sure if she recalled this shameless display, but the goosebumps and the movements felt so delicious on her sensitive skin.
Not to mention that Houtarou was generous, as he never teased her. He tested her limits, but never toyed around them. When he was certain what felt nice and what didn’t, he would grant her a pleasure unlike any she could experience on her own.
She cried out as the fingers were exploring so deeper that everything was filling with white. She tried to close her legs, but it was fruitless. The only thing she could do was trying to keep the noises in. It was an equally useless endeavor.
Houtarou was an expert with her body and he could make her sing whenever he touched her. She became a piano under his careful hands, each push sure to create a sound.
The length of his fingers caressed her outer lip and the touch electrified all of her leg. The tip of his thumb grazed her clitoris, and the pleasure had the effect of a bomb inside of her.
She couldn’t even believe she hadn’t orgasmed at this point, because honestly, Houtarou was such an expert, it seemed impossible. The temperature was reaching such heights now, it seemed almost ludicrous. Another push made her realize that there was a point even beyond.
Or rather… Houtarou was pushing the orgasm even further, deeper and deeper, acting similarly to his fingers going inside of her.
It felt so good at this point, and her muscles were so tense, the pleasure taking its place like a perfectly fit piece of puzzle in this ensemble. There always seemed to be enough room, enough place for her to lose herself more in the realms of carnal pleasure.
Houtarou was like a thief, stealing the remaining traces of shame from her body. She was just Eru now, a young woman who was desperate and wanted to orgasm on her boyfriend’s gloved fingers.
Houtarou didn’t disappoint on that front. He curled his fingers just right, in the perfect position and Eru couldn’t hold it in anymore. She felt her grip on reality slip, as if her mind was travelling a thousand miles in a second, before her own voice anchored her back to her body.
The shivers shook her, the scorching pleasure burned each of her nerves deliciously, and she could not move a single part of herself at all. She whimpered, as her release was unleashed like churning waters out of a broken dam, covering the gloved digits with translucent liquid. Her body trembled, still experiencing aftershocks from her own overwhelming ecstasy.
This vision was so different from the ever proper Eru Houtarou always saw at school that he couldn’t help but stare. Eru at school was admirable in her elegance, her manners and her politeness.
The Eru he knew privately was one who had trouble to express her feelings without blushing or stammering, and it didn’t take away any of her charm. And this Eru, the one that laid before his eyes, was one he loved all the same.
This was a reward. This meant that whatever he’d done, she’d liked it. He could never have enough of her. Eru could be different depending on the person she interacted with, but with him, it was all the same. Even now, dazed after her orgasm, he saw it in her eyes, heard in her quiet breaths, whispering his name.
She loved him just as much he loved her. And for Houtarou who never thought he would have a girlfriend, much less satisfy her? It was the greatest gift she could have ever given him.
His hand quickly left her hip, in a hurry to find inside of his pockets the condoms he’d prepared for their little venture. He tore through the wrapper, placed his middle and ring fingers in the latex and began the process of further loosening her.
It felt so long before he could really have her, but the precious hiss of surprise made him relish in that decision. Hard-earned pleasure felt so much more enjoyable against the quick release that a few strokes on his cock would have.
He did it slow at first, trying to gauge what felt comfortable for her, and the girl would moan so wantonly that he would find himself more and more, obeying her demands without any hesitation.
Her fingers gripped her cover so tight that her knuckles were white as snow, and her throat the color of a rose. She looked like a princess out of a fairy tale, a creature so exquisite and so magnificent you would wonder if you weren’t just simply dreaming.
Her chant was the likeness of a whistling bird, mesmerizing and a true rhapsody for the young adult. He was an avid traveler, visiting the area with a sense of familiarity yet always the wonder of the new paths treaded upon.
The pitch increased, and with renewed certainty, Houtarou treaded through her with an underlying earnestness, his lust, breathing out of his every action and every muttered word. Each inhale and exhale were for her, dedicated to the fairy in front of him.
“T-take me, Houtarou-kun!”
The only reason he didn’t visibly react was because of sheer habit. His self-control was already worn thin, and it hardly needed more strain before it snapped. Eru really was amazing. Akin to a pianist, Houtarou moved his fingers accordingly to extract her sweet melody, trying to attain this crescendo with the crystalline voice of his muse.
And her desperation only bolstered his inner thief. If she wanted to caress his greed, he would keep this beauty to himself, drag out her every breath and every look. He would hear her say his name in all manners of speech and emotions, and carve them deep within his memories.
“Aaah!”
The sweet cry that echoed in his ear was more delicate than any opera song he’d ever heard, clearer than the purest of crystals, and more meaningful than any word she could have uttered in that very moment.
His chest seemed ready to explode with warmth, and Houtarou had a strange out-of-body experience, as if each of his senses was attuned to her to truly capture her every motion, her every stimulus, from her delicate perfume which tickled his nose, her warm and oh-so soft body, to the lovely red of her lips and her dazed purple eyes.
He could pinpoint the exact moment where her body couldn’t take as much intake of pleasure. He pierced through her limit gently, but with relentless energy.
Her body shook, her inner lips tightened against his fingers, and her mouth opened, her lips letting loose the most melodious whimper of all. Houtarou had never been so close to cum without being stimulated physically.
His cock felt harder than it ever did, and he paused for a second, wondering if his pants’ sewing were torn by his erection. It felt almost painful and he groaned to resist the temptation to touch himself. He wanted her so much it hurt.
He knew she was his and the sheer thought was setting each and every part of his own body ablaze. The fact she was naked didn’t help at all.
He wanted to cum so badly, and he had the utmost certainty that if he or she did anything, he would reach the apex in a second. He wanted her to touch him, to touch his cock.
He took a hard breath, trying to inhale through a tight throat. He didn’t even realize his mouth was moving, but his lust hazed mind could watch her reaction.
“I want to fuck you so bad, my lady.”
Eru was stunned, that much was obvious. She stayed quiet, as Houtarou’s fingers had stopped right after she had her amazing orgasm. She was perhaps pushing it, but something in Houtarou’s green eyes lit a flare in her chest.
His lust was creating invisible waves that traversed her bones and shot right through her soul. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, and she wished desperately for him to take her.
She was feeling some exhaustion at first, but as of now? The fatigue was reduced to ashes by her companion’s powerful desire and she wanted nothing than to be ready.
Goosebumps rose on her skin as she imagined herself, taken apart by the beautiful gentleman thief in front of her.
What a nice vision, she had…
She didn’t need to make any effort to look timid. She was used to it by now. But she knew something always awoke deep within Houtarou whenever she bit her bottom lip just a bit, and made some doe eyes.
She nearly never gave him those, this was improper, but in such a context, was there anything that wasn’t improper? The Phantom Thief reacted as expected. He fell on top of her, growling her name under his breath, and stealing her breath with the most intense kiss they ever had.
It was like he was trying to extract her very being, bringing up to the surface the most lustful thought she had. The pleasure was like a loud wave in her ears, resounding and reverberating through her bones.
When Houtarou cut the kiss short, she felt dazed, as if the environment was turning white for a second. She couldn’t concentrate on anything outside of him. Right from this moment on, he was her world.
Everything began and ended with him. From his dark cloak, to the delicious gloved hands of his dancing on her scorched skin, and the feeling of soft clothing on her bare body, her mind almost had trouble taking in anything else.
Houtarou wiped his lips with his hand, taking away the saliva that connected their two mouths together and immediately went back on the offensive.
His hands grabbed and stole her very consciousness, his mouth marked her body as his, and played with her breasts so amazingly that her eyes rolled back.
She was shaking, and her mind was overcome with so much pleasure that the only solution seemed to receive even more pleasure, awaiting for her next apex.
She couldn’t speak, not with words, but perhaps the Phantom Thief had some mysterious powers after all. She could hear him talk, but couldn’t understand him.
The ringing that kept up in her ears lowered, and she could finally listen to his compliments and his low voice call her names in ways she’d heard and unheard and so many more. She registered with a shiver the moment when she felt the rod between her legs.
She managed to whisper, just for a second. The Phantom Thief heard her, a single green eye on her face, the rest hidden by his monocle.
She couldn’t remember a time or a place where she felt so good. She felt a desire unlike any before, and with a renewed strength, she regained clarity.
She repeated her words, almost like a broken record, resulting with a downright chuckling Phantom Thief:
“Take me, I beg of you.”
_ My lady dearest… I shall take you now, I shall take you tomorrow, I shall take you forever. You are mine. Mine, mine, mine.
Houtarou rarely if ever talked to her this way. He was always extremely respectful and would never make such bolt statements. If her heart changed, she knew that if she requested it, he would leave her be.
Even if it went against his own heart. And Eru didn’t like it. She knew Houtarou hated to appear selfish. But she wanted him to be selfish.
Because if Houtarou was hers, then by all rights, she was also his. They belonged to each other, and she wanted to hear his heart as much as possible.
Taken over by her lust and her overwhelming love for him, she nodded, and yelled:
“I am yours, my dearest thief, yours, your, yours!”
The moment she felt him enter her, she saw the stars beyond her roof. She gazed upon the firmament, touched their constellations, and danced by the planets of the solar system.
Her soul left her body, travelled light years away, and found the one and only other made right for her. Connected by her through the purest, rawest physical connection between a man and a woman, she found her soulmate.
She grabbed him by his clothed shoulders, screamed his name and begged him to take her even further.
She trembled when his gloved hands took her hips, shivered as his mouth whispered by her ear her name in such a filthy way that it burned, and moaned as he plowed at inhuman speeds his manhood to her core.
She couldn’t see her room anymore, and she couldn’t have cared any less. She may have been a spectacle, and she couldn’t have cared. She wanted people to see, to gaze at the magnificent man in front of them and understand that he would never be anyone else’s but hers.
He was crazy for her. She was madly in lust and in love for him and him only. Her family could have been the witness to this event and she couldn’t have cared.
Marriage, arranged meetings and whatnot? They could throw it away. She called his name, connected her very soul to his and gave it all. He was a thief with a golden heart. This never was a heist in any case.
It was an exchange. He gave his heart and she granted hers, knowing he would treat it like a fine jewel.
She could feel it coming, deep within her now. The pace had increased. His breathing was coming harsher and harsher, his hips were quickening and her belly felt hotter than it did in a long, long time. She knew what awaited her.
An orgasm. She knew it would be amazing, she knew it would take her by storm, and she desired it. Just for once, she wanted to be selfish. She wanted to feel it deep inside her.
Houtarou couldn’t have stopped himself even if he tried. His entire body was running on auto-pilot right at this very moment and he didn’t even know how his body, which was supposed to ejaculate as soon as he entered her hadn’t done so. Perhaps it was one of Eru’s mysteries? A new secret of hers, one she didn’t know she possessed, and granted him courage and nigh-endless stamina?
He couldn’t remember a time where he felt better.
If he could take this one moment and last it to an eternity, he would give everything. Eru would never show herself like this. Perhaps it was logical that sex was an intimate act, but there were so many layers that it shook Houtarou’s very soul.
They had had sex before, and Eru always had some problem showing outwards displays of her own lust. Sure, she did it at times, but manners had been beaten into her so much that even in such moments, she had trouble expressing it.
And right now, as he was a thief going after her heart, she was opening herself to him. It had taken them months to take it to that extent, but each time, the sight stirred something inside of him. She trusted him. She trusted him enough to let go of her proper education completely and show herself to him.
It was a treasure rarely seen, and one he would protect to no end. Perhaps this was why she liked his cloak so much. He could hide her away from everyone else, and keep her to himself.
He loved her and desired her so much it hurt. It hurt, but it felt so good too. For a second, as his groin felt ready to burst after this mindless, never-ending plowing deep inside her warm core, he carved her face deep in his memories.
He made sure to remember the shape of her mouth as she called out his name, the tone of her voice, how she closed her eyes as the mindless pleasure was overtaking her and finally, he carried on, lasting a whooping minute before he couldn’t take it anymore.
She called his name, forgoing the calls of a thief stealing her away, and in an instant, the whole orgasm shook him. Perhaps that was it. For one moment, he was no longer a Phantom Thief.
He was Houtarou, Eru’s lover. And that realization, that love lifted the dam he’d unknowingly placed on himself. His cock was twitching and his restraint was slipping away like water through his open fingers.
He was almost drooling and his eyes almost burned as he concentrated fully on Eru in front of him, his already warm clothing heating up his body even more.
It was like losing himself in the endless fog and finding his sole lifeline in the being that was Eru. She was his guiding star in the raging sea of his life, the one lighthouse he could trust in the dead of the night.
He wished upon a star to be by her side forever. Perhaps as a constellation. So that he may forever be a part of her.
Just as much that she could be a part of him. His cock twitched, and he shuddered. The limit was reached and he couldn’t help but regret slightly the moment he closed his eyes.
It just felt good… So good he felt like he was melting right into her.
The feeling extended from his brain to his bones and muscles, and he felt like he was preparing for a good night of sleep, after endless hours of hard work. Her warmth surrounded his cock, gave his brain a fuzzy feeling, and his entire body felt like its lifeforce was stolen by her.
She called his name and her own orgasm hit his, making the orgasm even better.
He called her name, and the pleasant whine of his own gave him a pleasant feeling down his spine. He could hardly move any part of his body, he just wanted to stay like that forever.
Just feeling the shape of Eru’s naked body beneath his, her lithe arms around his shoulders and her chest against his… He loved it. The feeling of being one with her just for a bit longer, and the post-coital moment, where the two could really relish in the close proximity the act brought.
Cuddles could provide the same, but to cuddle right after this was like mixing two very potent solutions together. It was an explosion of warmth and intimacy, and while typically, Houtarou had some trouble getting his member out after the act, to cut their embrace felt almost… Forbidden.
As if the moment would be lost, never to be found again. It was a moment where the two could freely enjoy it.
“Thank you, Houtarou-kun…” She whispered, her eyes closed. She had taken his hat off and was caressing his sweat-mated hair, careful in her ministrations and oh-so tender.
Houtarou may have acted like a big cat, and groaned softly as he massaged him behind the ears. “You were amazing, as always.”
“You were the amazing one, Eru. You always are and always will be, he mumbled, sighing in her neck with contentment.”
Nearly all strength had left his body, and his amazing girlfriend did nothing to help in that fact. She may have had more energy than he did, but for now, he didn’t take his costume off. Perhaps he would do so later.
But for now, his mind was solely focused on his girlfriend and her soft fingers. He loved many things about her, but when she did this, it was something even better.
“I love you, Eru.”
She gave him a soft smile, his enamored green eyes her own, her heart at the tip of her lips.
She exhaled, feeling the need to give a proper response to this confession.
How did he do it without losing his cool?
Truly, he was amazing.
She tightened the hug, her gaze never breaking with his, and bridging the gap slowly so that their two foreheads touched. She then spoke aloud, as if fearing the world may drown them out.
“I love you too, Houtarou-kun.”