Page 39 of The Jorogumo

"Come on. Let's go to my place."

Dinner would be ready in a few hours, and I knew just what we were going to do to pass the time.

Liam

Haruto was on a mission. I didn't know what his plan was, but I could tell he had one.

I followed along happily, glad to just be with him, and maybe a little curious about what we were going to do.

Once we were in his house, much later than I'd expected since we kept crossing paths with some of the other residents, Haruto closed the door after me and once again pressed me against it, hovering in front of me with his lips inches from mine.

It was clear where he intended to take our evening, and I was all for it.

While I would never admit it to him, it'd taken me a while to truly accept the fact that he didn't need reciprocation, and it had nothing to do with him.

For my entire dating experience, sex had been expected of me. It was something I'd never given a second thought to.

As I'd discovered with Haruto, I liked giving up control, I liked letting him do with me as he pleased. I liked making him happy.

Before, I'd never had the chance to do it quite this way, and what small amount of satisfaction I'd gotten had been from satisfying my partners.

Going from that to being the only one who got—and wanted—to come...was difficult. But it hadn't taken me long to realize that Haruto truly enjoyed everything he did to me. That he got satisfaction from driving me crazy.

Once I'd realized that, it became much easier to give myself over to him and just enjoy everything.

I got to show my care for him in other ways. With baked goods and hugs, with cuddles and kisses, with sleeping in even if I had to rush to open my store later.

Haruto's lips on mine broke me out of my reverie, and I kissed him back, moaning when he slid a palm under my shirt, his fingers warm as they trailed up my torso.

I opened my mouth, inviting his tongue in, and he made a sound of satisfaction as he did just that, tangling his tongue with mine and pulling me into a dance.

Clutching at his hip, I whined as he sucked my tongue, flexing my hips in search of friction I couldn't find.

Haruto pulled back, leaving me panting, and waited until I'd caught my breath to meet my eyes.

"I'm going to take your clothes off, and then I'm going to give you a blowjob. Is that okay?"

My eyes were wide as I nodded, and it took me a moment to get my head on straight enough to speak. "Uh, will you take your shirt off? I'd like to feel your skin against mine."

I was sure my skin was beet red, but I forced myself to maintain eye contact.

Haruto gazed back at me for a long moment, then smiled, a soft look in his eyes. "Of course."

Relaxing, I nodded quickly, then glanced away with an exhale.

Haruto cupped my cheek, tilting my head until I was looking at him again. He pressed a soft, chaste kiss on my lips, then smiled. "Thank you for telling me what you want."

My cheeks heated up again, but I didn't look away, not when Haruto pulled his hand away, and not when he started unbuttoning my shirt.

His fingers brushed over the skin he revealed with each button, and I shivered at his touch. He seemed to be taking his time, and my cock pressed insistently against the front of my boxers. I didn't think I'd ever been this turned on before.

Then I felt that soft brush against my skin, the one that felt like merely a breeze, but I recognized it now. It was Haruto's magic. He was snacking on my arousal to make sure I'd last—and because he liked the way it tasted.

For a reason that I didn't want to look too closely at, it made me happy to know he didn't find anyone else's arousal delicious. I liked knowing I was the only one who could feed him this way.

"Fuck, Liam. What were you just thinking about? Your desire practically skyrocketed."

I blushed, and kept my mouth firmly shut. Haruto gave me a knowing look as he reached for my pants, and the next thing I knew, I stood naked in front of him, my back pressed against the wall right by the front door.

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