estate as to what we were doing. I thought of another way to quiet him and shook my head. As much as I wanted his mouth on me, I would take our pleasure in another manner. He gasped in pleasure as one of my fingers started to penetrate his entrance. He was slick enough with sweat, but I knew it still would be uncomfortable for him.
"Tell me if this is too uncomfortable,” I murmured.
"No,” he moaned. I have to confess I heard an edge of pain in his voice and it excited me in an odd way. I maneuvered us gently, my finger barely in him, until we were a tangle of arms and legs, lying on our sides and facing each other.
I said nothing more but kissed him hard, my finger sinking into his body deep enough to find that special spot in him. He was whimpering and writhing, kissing me as his hands explored my body. Keno arched into me, clutching my back and rubbing against me mindlessly, lost in the friction between us. I was having a difficult time holding back, wanting more than a bit of my finger in him. I found what I was looking for, and he came, moaning in my mouth as I stroked his center gently. When he was done, I wasn't surprised to feel his hand slip between the two of us to stroke my shaft.
I bucked helplessly after a few strokes, burying my face in his neck and biting his shoulder in my passion. When I was done, I didn't want to move, even with the mess drying between us. It was with great reluctance that I rolled to my back for us to cuddle. But even then, I couldn't stop fingering him, just to listen to the sounds he made.
* * * *
Keno
We were cuddling when Samojirou mentioned what was bothering him. Granted, we would have been more comfortable in our bedroom, and I didn't think I could forget we had made love here, but I was drowsy and content, listening to his heartbeat. I was enjoying his finger in me and the way his other fingers were playing with my balls. I didn't think I could have a coherent conversation with the man. Part of me wished we had done more, and I made a mental note to carry oil around with me all the time, even as I moaned as he touched that good spot inside of me again.
"Iida has sent a messenger,” he said quietly. “He wishes to meet with Tamazusa alone."
I gathered my wits and tried to think as well as feel with him. “That's not going to happen. The Reavers don't even let her sleep alone."
It wasn't that bad, but they hovered around her even more than they did me. Right now, I knew there were two or three of them outside the room in the garden. Was I embarrassed that they had listened to the two us? Kind of. But having them listen wasn't as embarrassing as either Tamazusa-sama or Okita-san listening to us.
"She is thinking about it,” Samojirou said quietly.
"Tamazusa-sama must think that it is a good move in the Game,” I muttered.
Samojirou kissed the top of my head. “She does."
"You're worried."
"I don't trust Iida,” he told me.
I thought about it. The man had spent the past couple of weeks stalking us. It was a little creepy, but I wasn't one to really talk about creepy, since I was living with oni . But the important question was, why was he stalking us? He had been rude to me on the occasions we had met, but that could mean nothing more than that the man had no manners.
"What do you know of him?” I asked, nuzzling and licking his shoulder like a dog. With what he was doing, Aboshi wasn't going to get anything too intelligent out of me.
"He holds a southern kuni , a very small one, poor but part of our southern defenses,” Samojirou said. “He's new here. No one knows much about him."
"Is he an oni or something else?” I asked, more to get him to think than out of any real interest in the answer.
He frowned, “No one really knows. He seems to be like your brothers, rather than like Tamazusa or myself. He's not a spirit, either. He had been of the real world at one time."
"A man of mystery,” I commented. “You know that this just might be something
"Tell me if this is too uncomfortable,” I murmured.
"No,” he moaned. I have to confess I heard an edge of pain in his voice and it excited me in an odd way. I maneuvered us gently, my finger barely in him, until we were a tangle of arms and legs, lying on our sides and facing each other.
I said nothing more but kissed him hard, my finger sinking into his body deep enough to find that special spot in him. He was whimpering and writhing, kissing me as his hands explored my body. Keno arched into me, clutching my back and rubbing against me mindlessly, lost in the friction between us. I was having a difficult time holding back, wanting more than a bit of my finger in him. I found what I was looking for, and he came, moaning in my mouth as I stroked his center gently. When he was done, I wasn't surprised to feel his hand slip between the two of us to stroke my shaft.
I bucked helplessly after a few strokes, burying my face in his neck and biting his shoulder in my passion. When I was done, I didn't want to move, even with the mess drying between us. It was with great reluctance that I rolled to my back for us to cuddle. But even then, I couldn't stop fingering him, just to listen to the sounds he made.
* * * *
Keno
We were cuddling when Samojirou mentioned what was bothering him. Granted, we would have been more comfortable in our bedroom, and I didn't think I could forget we had made love here, but I was drowsy and content, listening to his heartbeat. I was enjoying his finger in me and the way his other fingers were playing with my balls. I didn't think I could have a coherent conversation with the man. Part of me wished we had done more, and I made a mental note to carry oil around with me all the time, even as I moaned as he touched that good spot inside of me again.
"Iida has sent a messenger,” he said quietly. “He wishes to meet with Tamazusa alone."
I gathered my wits and tried to think as well as feel with him. “That's not going to happen. The Reavers don't even let her sleep alone."
It wasn't that bad, but they hovered around her even more than they did me. Right now, I knew there were two or three of them outside the room in the garden. Was I embarrassed that they had listened to the two us? Kind of. But having them listen wasn't as embarrassing as either Tamazusa-sama or Okita-san listening to us.
"She is thinking about it,” Samojirou said quietly.
"Tamazusa-sama must think that it is a good move in the Game,” I muttered.
Samojirou kissed the top of my head. “She does."
"You're worried."
"I don't trust Iida,” he told me.
I thought about it. The man had spent the past couple of weeks stalking us. It was a little creepy, but I wasn't one to really talk about creepy, since I was living with oni . But the important question was, why was he stalking us? He had been rude to me on the occasions we had met, but that could mean nothing more than that the man had no manners.
"What do you know of him?” I asked, nuzzling and licking his shoulder like a dog. With what he was doing, Aboshi wasn't going to get anything too intelligent out of me.
"He holds a southern kuni , a very small one, poor but part of our southern defenses,” Samojirou said. “He's new here. No one knows much about him."
"Is he an oni or something else?” I asked, more to get him to think than out of any real interest in the answer.
He frowned, “No one really knows. He seems to be like your brothers, rather than like Tamazusa or myself. He's not a spirit, either. He had been of the real world at one time."
"A man of mystery,” I commented. “You know that this just might be something
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