L’eau du Hikaru

Hot.
Slick.
Panting.
Pain.
Searing pain, oh god.
Good god, will it fit?!
Cold cream.
Painful instrusions.
Oh wow.
So full.
I’m being crushed, he’s so heavy!
I… can’t believe he’s doing this.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
He… doing it to … me?!
Izumi-sama, stop.
No, better yet, don’t!
Harder.
Keep going.
Ah.
Ah.
“Scream only for me.”
Hot mouth.
That mouth should be declared illegal.
Teeth.
Is he supposed to lick there?!
Oh… wow.
Never knew tongues felt like that.
Ow.
Legs have only been spread apart only never.
Those hands.
Lifting.
Soaring.
I think I need to pee.
Don’t ever stop.
Wet.
Flowing.
Heat.
“I’m coming.”
Pressure.
Pleasure.
Release.
Black.

Hikaru woke up nestled in Izumi’s arms. They were in her bed.

Why the hell were they in her bed?

She pulled herself away from the warmth and found a pair of amused brown eyes staring at her.

“Hey beautiful.”

“Why are we in my bed?”

Eyebrows furrowed in mock irritation. “Because you, Miss Gusher, soaked mine. L’eau de Hikaru. Make sure I never wash my sheets.” He grinned and winked.

Hikaru died.