A continuation of chapter two.

Rated M for explicit sexual content.

"Miharu..."

He was looking at me. His ashy hands clasped over the ones I held to his face, and his cheeks speckled a tickled-pink flush. Under my fingers I could feel the muscles in his skin tense as his lips curved upward in a small, small smile. Was it a smile? I could hardly tell.

The tears were still there, but in his eyes I saw something. Behind the gloss of watery haze was a light and a-

Heat on heat and skin on skin, I never knew Yoite could be so warm. We both knew - without saying anything - that if we were going to do this (how did this even start?) that I'd have to be in control. I didn't want to, I didn't plan to. But even before the clothes were off and our skin was close, I knew that we'd have to do this.

A sharp inhale. Breathe. Keep it calm...don't scare Yoite. Don't hurt him.

My fingers were trembling butterflies, I couldn't stop moving and touching Yoite's skin. - I kissed his mouth soundly, then his eyelids, his neck, his chest. No, it wasn't strange when Yoite watched me. He didn't move. He didn't respond - nor did I expect him to. Gentle kisses are like small flutters to him (and soon I would begin to kiss him more strongly, roughly, just so he could feel that skin-itching sensation).

I like his rough skin against my peach-soft lips.

I thumbed his thighs, spreading his tainted (yet pure) legs and pressed my length, my arousal below his member; it was touching the wet and small entrance, I had to keep calm. It was going to hurt.

"I-I'm sorry Yoite. It's going to hurt..."

Yoite's eyes were calm and serene and blue. He stared at me with that defined gaze, unafraid and trembling fingers reaching up to tickle my cheekbone. He whispered, I love you, and closed his eyes.

To be continued...?