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In the midst of the sounds of their quiet, intimate, and hot, labored breaths, with both newlyweds shown to be panting for breath every few moments, Miyo and Kiyoka engage in a rather uncharacteristically—yet also characteristically, oddly enough—intense full-on make-out session.
With lips hungrily finding one another against teeth and tongue, and the rather quiet sounds of clothes grinding and moving against each other, Miyo and Kiyoka hastily reach out to clumsily unravel the clothes on each other's backs, while currently focusing in on their kisses, in between their whispers of sweet nothings to one another.
This eventually leads to them on their shared bed in the corner of their moonlit bedroom, with Miyo straddling Kiyoka, whom the latter is wearing his military undershirt with buttons slowly becoming undone, his upper chest out in the open as his suspenders come loose from the weight of Miyo's body as she slowly moves against him, with a pattern akin to waves on a shore.
At the sight of Miyo's current state, with the locks of her hair free from its usual tie and her yukata—which is beginning to come undone with just a bit more movement—he then hesitantly moves his gaze lower than what is generally deemed proper to most. Eyes focused on her petite breasts in such a way as if he has never seen anything like it before, he has his thoughts enveloped in a feeling of wonder, excitement, and... hunger.
Miyo notices this, still clearly embarrassed at the sight of straddling Kiyoka between her thighs, while practically half-naked and in disbelief that they have done a really, really intense make-out session without skipping a beat, for the past hour and a half—immediately after they entered the room, even.
Surprisingly enough, it was Miyo who initiated it with the gentle kisses and cuddling at first, but as time passed on it was clear that both newlyweds had similar hidden motives in mind, albeit unclear and unbeknownst to them at the moment. So to alleviate their unknown feeling of desire, Kiyoka hesitantly—and willingly—decided to take a step further to their usual kisses.
They ended up having a full-on intense session of French kissing—which was also something they've practiced a lot beforehand—because Kiyoka apparently wanted nothing short of perfection when going all out with the kisses for their wedding night.
Or so he says, Miyo muses to her delight, fully aware what Kiyoka really wanted out of those "practice sessions" in preparation for this night.
And I can barely recognize myself while doing these... intimate acts with Kiyoka. Yet, it feels so right, as if it's something I would still consciously do if it was just between me and Kiyoka. So... why?
It isn't the first time we've done this either; we've been doing this more intimately lately. We've already gone past being content with just hugs and headpats. But... I can't help but feel a bit bashful at times. This has been much... more intense than the previous ones I've had with Kiyoka.
Could it be because it's our special night together? Our wedding night? Or... is there something more between us that compel us both to lose all our morals for this moment?
Continuing their make-out session—gentler, this time—after a few seconds of catching their breath, Kiyoka sits up and gently caresses Miyo's body, with his hands slowly tracing the curves on her back and the rest of her porcelain skin, leaving behind a trail of kisses and goosebumps as he begins to reach beneath her yukata and slowly fondles her petite breasts while looking abashed, clashing with his usual cold exterior.
"A-Ah, Kiyoka..." Miyo unwillingly lets out a moan that turns on a switch in him as he stops for a moment.
"Um... I'm sorry about that, Kiyoka..! I didn't mean to—"
Feeling embarrassed at this, she hastily reaches out to cover her face with her hands, only to be stopped by Kiyoka.
"Miyo... There's nothing to apologize about. It's a completely normal reaction to... intimate actions between lovers, after all. It's okay."
"Kiyoka... We're..."
Lovers. Kiyoka and I... It's one thing to see and feel it through his actions time and time again, but hearing that word from him is something else entirely.
It just makes me feel all the more warm inside.
"In fact... I—ahem—uh, quite liked it, so... please don't hold back with your... alluring, um, m-moans, Miyo."
Wait, what am I even saying at this point?
Hearing this, both Miyo and Kiyoka were taken aback by the latter's response, and as they stare into each other's eyes after what seemed like an eternity of a moment's silence, Miyo shows off a bashful smile and chuckles at this while displaying a look that clearly shows how she feels at the moment—utterly ravenous, albeit nervous to describe what she currently is feeling now towards the man she holds dear to her heart.
She then voices out a barely audible whisper in the middle of the quiet intimacy between them.
"Kiyoka, do... do you think we went too far this time?"
"Ah, have I—been too forceful with my actions? We...we can stop if you want to, you know. I don't mind."
"N-no! That's, um... I actually... like it. A lot, even. But... the more we do this, the more I feel...
"...a burning desire in me."
Her last few words had suddenly dropped into a near-inaudible whisper for embarrassment of letting Kiyoka hear it, but...
Kiyoka widens his eyes at this. He knows what she's getting at. It's a burning desire that Kiyoka knows all too well, of course.
He feels it right now, in fact.
A burning desire..? Is... is that so.
I never knew I'd get to hear it from Miyo, of all people. Even at a time like this, it's understandable. But, still...
For her to say that of all the other words she could've described it as...
"Well, it somehow feels like... a desire that feels quite similar to hunger and want, a-as if I have been wanting to consume... and be consumed... for quite some time now."
"..."
"O-oh, have we really gone too far with this?"
"......Hmm."
With this in mind, Kiyoka blushes so hard and hastily covers his face with one of the sleeves of Miyo's yukata.
"Lord Kudo– I mean, Kiyoka..?
She hears the faint sounds of sobbing right below her.
"Are– are you crying?"
"Well, I just—can't believe we've come so far. We've really come a long way to get here, so..." Kiyoka says this in between sobs and sniffles, unsure on whether or not he was able to get his message across to Miyo.
He then closes his eyes once more in embarrassment of feeling too emotional at the heat of the moment.
This isn't normally like me, but I can't help but feel a bit more vulnerable this time... for some reason. Could it be..?
Seeing this, Miyo leans forward to hug Kiyoka, whose breath hitched at the all-too-familiar gesture.
"Kiyoka... is everything alright?"
Kiyoka then smiles at this.
I've always liked this side of you, you know.
"I'm alright, I've always...
Always...
"I've loved you for so long, Miyo."
"Kiyoka...
"I love you, too."
Touch-starved and intoxicated by the overwhelming feeling of the mutual love they share, the two formerly closed-off individuals—Kiyoka and Miyo, now newlywed to one another—share yet another intimate kiss in the heat of the moment with their hot, labored breaths beginning to form a rhythmic pattern in between their long, passionate kisses as their hands greedily wander about their intimate places that had long been gone unnoticed and untouched by the other until very recently.
"Thank you, Kiyoka... for everything."
"Miyo... Thank you, too.
"Now then, with regards to that burning desire of yours, shall we..."
Kiyoka sits forward and swiftly switches positions with Miyo, her head thrown back, throwing her locks of hair in utter disarray, and showing an all-too-familiar face of sheer embarrassment mixed with an unfamiliar glint in her eyes.
"A-ah!"
He's on top of me, this time. Kiyoka, you're really...
"...Give it a try?"
...a strange one, aren't you?
It is now Miyo's turn to blush furiously at this, realizing that she is just about bare at this moment—with her yukata doing the bare minimum to cover her essentials—and nothing but her—their, rather—own shared sweat on her back, while being pinned down on the bed, having Kiyoka straddling her this time around.
Kiyoka knows what I meant by that, right..?
Then, at this moment, I...
She thought to herself one last time before giving in to her unfamiliar desire.
Miyo... that glint in your eyes.
It's chaotic, borderline obsession; the desire of want...
A ravenous desire.
And we both know it.
As he thought of this, Kiyoka finally smirks, having both of their faces and bare bodies flushed against the faint moonlight streaming down their bedroom window, highlighting the contrast of their bare figures upon each other—with Miyo's curves before Kiyoka's edges. The pair tenderly gaze upon each other as the full moon rises upon them from their window, making out the newlyweds' eyes—with a hint of pureness mixed with desire—of obsidian and blue, in their moonlit room.
Miyo, knowing full well what they're going to do for the rest of their wedding night, begins to say one last thing before exploring further into the depths of their own desires.
At this present moment, Miyo... I–
"...Kiyoka."
"..!"
"I want you."