Merry Christmas

Contrary to popular belief, Keishi was not cute.

He was not adorable.

He was not a fucking little girl.

He was a man.

And he wanted. Oh, how he wanted.

But of all the things that he wanted, he really just wanted one thing for Christmas.

Hotori.

Preferably her body as well as her soul, but he already had her soul wrapped around his dainty, beautiful finger.

Now, in order to get what he wanted, he had to a) become her boyfriend, b) get her bloody friends out of the fucking way, and c) take her over and over and over until one of them passed out and knowing him, it’d be him.

He already accomplished part A, much to her friends’ dismay. As if he didn’t know what Hotori wanted. Hell, he had been wanting, craving the same thing since she kissed him all of those years ago.

Yeah, he knew about that. He had been awake the entire thing.

Silly girl didn’t have to know that though.

Keishi pushed the door open gently and padded his way into Hotori’s room. It hadn’t been difficult to get in here at all.

After all, when he wasn’t in his own bedroom, he had been across the way, sleeping in bed with Hotori anyways. So her bed was basically his second home of sorts.

Now of course, the silly girl had always been under the impression that he saw her as some sort of an older brother figure and gladly accepted those arrangements.

Oh, if only she knew why his hands would end up in all of those delightful places when they woke up together.

Well, if she knew, she’d probably end up dying of blood loss with those explosive nose bleeds of hers, his mind filled in, the little voice laughing as he quietly pulled off his socks.

Did her mother know that he was in the house?

Nope. He had a key and she was a sound sleeper.

Hotori inherited that, thankfully.

Keishi made quick work of his pants and shirt, leaving him dressed in socks and boxers before he climbed into the bed with Hotori.

Her body knew what to do as it scooted over, closer to the wall and rolled over to she was on her back.

He knew what to do as he nudged her arms open, smirking as they opened gracefully, before closing as he positioned himself between them.

“Merry Christmas to me,” he whispered against the skin of her neck as he got comfortable in her arms.