Hana's breath caught as Sohei's fingers brushed lightly along the edge of her shirt, his touch soft but intentional. Heat rushed through her, her pulse quickening, a mix of nerves and want tightening in her chest. His eyes locked onto hers—no longer teasing, but intense, hungry—and it made her heart pound even harder.
His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, fingertips grazing over the soft skin of her waist, and Hana shivered at the contrast—the heat of his palm against her cool skin, the slow, almost torturous way he mapped out every inch of her. His touch was deliberate, unhurried, as if he were savoring every second, every reaction she gave him.
Every movement was unhurried, like he was taking his time to memorize her. His thumb traced gentle circles along her side, sending warmth rushing through her. She let out a shaky breath, leaning closer, her fingers reaching for his shirt, needing more—needing him.
The fabric was soft beneath her fingertips, but she wanted more. Needed more. She gripped the hem, lifting it slowly, watching as inch by inch of his toned abdomen was revealed. Sohei didn't stop her. He didn't rush her. He only watched, his breath heavier now, his body tensing beneath her touch as she pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it aside.
When she finally got a good look at him, she took a moment, staring. His body was lean but strong, the smooth lines of muscle a testament to his athleticism. His skin was warm under her touch, his chest rising and falling in steady, controlled breaths—except, she could tell from the tightness in his jaw, from the way his fingers flexed against her waist, that his control was slipping.
Her fingers traced the ridges of his abdomen, hesitant at first, but when she saw the way his muscles tensed beneath her touch, she grew bolder. She explored the planes of his chest, her touch light but deliberate, her breath catching as she felt the rapid beat of his heart beneath her palm. Sohei sucked in a sharp breath, his hands tightening on her hips as he leaned in closer, his forehead resting against hers.
"Hana, you're killing me" he murmured, his voice lower, more strained, the sound sending a shiver down her spine as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her temple, his breath hot against her skin. Slowly, he dipped his head lower, his mouth pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses down her jaw, trailing a path along the column of her neck.
Each kiss was deliberate, unhurried, as if he were savoring every inch of her, and Hana melted into his touch, her hands finding his shoulders, gripping onto him as his lips continued their slow descent, tasting her, devouring her inch by inch. His tongue flicked against the sensitive spot just below her ear, and she gasped, her fingers curling tighter against his skin, her body arching into his as a wave of heat pooled deep in her core.
Her shirt was the next to come off. Sohei moved slowly, his hands gliding up her sides as he pulled it over her head. His eyes darkened as he took her in—every curve, every unsteady breath, every bit of skin that blushed under his gaze. "…Beautiful," he murmured, the word low and sincere, making Hana's face flush at how openly he meant it.
Sohei reached out, brushing his fingers over her bare shoulders, down her arms, before sliding them around her waist, pulling her flush against him. The heat of his skin against hers made her dizzy, the firmness of his chest against her soft curves sending her pulse into overdrive. His lips found hers again, deeper this time, more needy, as if now that he had her like this, he couldn't stop. Hana moaned softly against his mouth, pressing closer, desperate for more of his warmth, more of his touch, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor.
Then—Sohei lifted her, his hands firm but gentle as he cradled her against his chest. He felt everything—the softness of her, the way her body molded against his, the way her arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders, trusting him completely. He carried her out of the bathroom, back into the bedroom, his lips never straying far from her skin. He kissed her again as he laid her down, his body hovering over hers, his hands braced on either side of her head as he looked down at her, his gaze filled with a mix of desire and something deeper, something that made her chest ache.
Hana's breath was ragged, her heart hammering against her ribs as Sohei's lips trailed down, pressing kisses along her collarbone, moving lower, tracing the curve of her waist. His hands roamed freely now, caressing, exploring, worshiping her body with every touch. Her fingers tangled in his hair, a gasp escaping her lips as his mouth brushed against her stomach, his tongue flicking against her skin in a way that made her toes curl.
"Sohei," she whispered, a plea, a prayer, her voice trembling as she arched into his touch, her body responding to him in ways she couldn't control.
His breath was heavy against her skin as he looked up at her, his gaze searing, filled with a hunger that mirrored her own. "Don't tell me you want to stop now. It's too late," he murmured, his voice rough with restraint, his hands stilling as he waited for her response.
She didn't. She would never want him to stop. Instead, she reached for him, guiding him back up, her lips capturing his in a kiss that left them both breathless. Her hands slid down his back, her touch bold and unhesitating as she pulled him closer, her body arching into his as the last of her reservations melted away.
His hands slid lower, peeling away the last barrier between them, his touch slow but deliberate, as if he were giving her every chance to change her mind. But she didn't. She couldn't. Not when he looked at her like that, not when his touch burned through her, leaving her completely undone.
And then, there was nothing between them. No barriers, no hesitation, just the two of them, lost in each other, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing. Hana's breath hitched, her fingers gripping his shoulders as she clung to him, her world narrowing down to the feel of his skin against hers, the way his touch set her on fire, the way he whispered her name like it was the only word he knew.
Hana felt everything—the way Sohei trembled slightly as he pressed against her, the way his breath turned more ragged, the way his hands shook as he touched her, as if this moment was something sacred, something he didn't want to rush. His lips found hers again, softer this time, as his fingers laced with hers, pressing their hands into the sheets, anchoring them both in the moment.
When he finally entered her, his movements were slow, deliberate, his body pressing into hers in a way that felt so intimate it stole her breath away. A quiet gasp escaped Hana's lips as she clung to him, her body adjusting to the feeling of him, to the way he fit so perfectly against her, as if they were made for each other.
Sohei groaned, his forehead pressing against hers, his breath uneven as he paused, giving her time to adjust, his hands trembling against her skin. "Hana," he rasped, his voice filled with restraint, with reverence, as if her name alone was enough to unravel him completely. He moved, slow at first, his touch tender, his lips never straying too far from hers, kissing her with a gentleness that made her chest ache. His hands explored her body, caressing, soothing, worshiping every inch of her, as if he were trying to memorize the way she felt beneath his touch.
And when Hana whispered his name in a way that shattered every ounce of control he had left—his desire exploded. He needed her. More. Faster. Deeper. Their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, the heat between them consuming them whole, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the room. Sohei pressed his lips to her temple, his breath ragged, his hands gripping her waist tighter as he murmured, "You feel so good, Hana," the words spilling from his lips before he could stop them.
Hana shuddered, her fingers digging into his back, her body clinging to his as she lost herself in him, in the way he made her feel alive in a way she never had before. When they finally reached their peak together, Sohei held her closer, his body trembling as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath uneven, desperate. He didn't let go. Even as the world settled around them, even as their breaths slowed, even as the heat between them began to subside—Sohei didn't let go. Because now that he had her like this—now that he had felt the way her body fit against his, the way she trusted him completely—he never wanted to let her go again.
Hana's body trembled beneath Sohei's, the heat between them lingering, their breaths mingling in the stillness of the bedroom. The air felt heavy, charged with the weight of what had just happened, and yet, despite the haze of exhaustion settling in, her mind refused to quiet down. She had always imagined her first time would be awkward, fumbling—something she would overthink to the point of ruining it for herself. But with Sohei, it hadn't been anything like that. It had been intense. Consuming. Unlike anything she had ever imagined. She could still feel the warmth of his skin against hers, the way his hands had moved over her body with a mixture of reverence and urgency, as if he had been waiting for this just as long as she had.
Hana swallowed, her fingers lightly tracing the muscles of his back. He hadn't moved much since they had collapsed into each other, his weight still partially on her, grounding her. Sohei shifted slightly, pressing a slow, lazy kiss against the side of her neck. His breath was still uneven, his body still warm against hers, but his movements had softened, his touch gentle as he brushed his fingers along her arm.
"Are you okay?" he murmured, his voice lower, rougher, the sound sending a shiver down her spine as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face. His touch was gentle, his fingers lingering against her cheek as he studied her, his dark eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation. Hana hesitated for a moment, trying to find the words for what she was feeling, but there were none. No words could explain how utterly vulnerable she felt, how terrifying and exhilarating it was to have someone see her like this—completely bare, completely open, completely his. Instead, she just nodded, her fingers curling against his skin, her touch light but steady as she tried to ground herself in the moment.
Sohei lifted his head slightly, his gaze never leaving hers as he studied her face. His usual smirk was absent, replaced with something softer, something that made her chest tighten. "You're not regretting it, are you?" he asked, his voice quiet but laced with something deeper, something that made her heart ache.
Hana's eyes widened at the question. Regret? How could she ever regret this? She shook her head quickly, her cheeks burning as she whispered, "No. I'm just…" She swallowed, her voice trembling slightly as she admitted, "It was my first time."
Something in Sohei's expression shifted. His gaze darkened, his fingers tightening slightly against her waist as he exhaled slowly, his breath warm against her skin. "I know," he murmured, his voice quieter now, more tender.
Hana blinked, her heart skipping a beat. "You… do?"
His lips curled slightly, but it wasn't teasing—it was something different, something softer, more vulnerable. "I could tell," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "The way you hesitated, the way you reacted to every touch." He exhaled, his fingers brushing gently against her cheek as he added, "That's why I tried to be careful."
Hana's chest tightened, her throat feeling suddenly dry as she processed his words. He had been careful. Sohei had been incredibly gentle with her, his patience unwavering, his every touch meant to make her feel comfortable.
Her throat felt tight, her voice barely above a whisper as she asked hesitantly, "You weren't… disappointed?"
Sohei paused, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, in one smooth motion, he shifted, gently rolling her onto her back and moving over her. The heat between them returned in an instant. Hana gasped, her hands gripping his arms as he looked down at her, his eyes filled with something deep and intense she couldn't quite name.
"Disappointed?" he repeated, his voice low, dangerous, sending a shiver down her spine.
Hana's heart stuttered, her breath catching as Sohei's lips curved into a slow, almost predatory smirk. "You really don't get it, do you?" he murmured, his fingers trailing down her side, brushing over her still-sensitive skin in a way that made her shiver.
Her breath hitched as his lips brushed against her temple, his voice low and rough as he whispered, "I wanted this. I wanted you." His mouth moved lower, pressing soft, lingering kisses along her jaw, down to the curve of her throat, each touch sending waves of heat through her. "And knowing I was your first… that just makes me want you more."
Hana shuddered, her body reacting to him before her mind could catch up, arching slightly beneath him as her skin burned from his touch. Sohei chuckled against her throat, his hand sliding up to tangle in her hair, his touch gentle but possessive. "I didn't think you could get any cuter," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "But I was wrong."
Hana whimpered, her face heating up even more as she mumbled, "Stop teasing me."
Sohei grinned, pulling back slightly to look at her, his gaze darkening again as he said, "I'm not teasing. I just really like seeing you like this."
Hana swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly as his fingers continued their slow exploration, his touch sending sparks through her. "Sohei…" she whispered, her voice trembling as she reached up, cupping his face in her hands and pulling him down into a slow, deep kiss.
Sohei groaned softly against her lips, his grip on her tightening as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing into hers again. Hana felt it this time—the heat between them, the quiet desperation lingering just beneath the surface. She welcomed it. Welcomed him.
Sohei pulled away just enough to whisper against her lips, his voice lower now, more honest.
"I'm never letting you go, Hana."
Hana's breath shook, her heart clenching at the quiet promise in his words. And she knew—neither was she.