A/N: HEYAAAA. Okay, as the summary explains, this fic will be a series of one-shots about Touka and Kaneki exploring their sexuality together after their first time in chapter 125. They will grow from sheepish dorks who don't know where to put it to expert porn stars that will do kinky crap as they grow more confident with each other.

All the chapters will be fluff and fun, no angst! 🙏 hopefully this will make you feel a little bit better 😂 i have a couple of chapters planned, but i'll try to combine these updates with Yes, No, Maybe (my new touken long-fic, GO READ IT!) so yup :o i hope i can maintain a nice schedule. If you liked it, reblogs/comments/nicestuff would be very appreciated :'D enjoy!

«The Tale Of Longing For Sex»

Chapter 1: Sophrosyne.

Cells having to be assigned.

Empty stomachs begging to be filled.

New clothing for the Aogiri kids.

Human food for the Zero Squad.

The equipment to install the computers and all the electronic devices.

It's too much.

His pathetic existence wanders from one place to another, aimlessly leading his steps through the chilly and lonely hallways of the 24th Ward as his mind thinks, and thinks, and thinks, working way faster than it should, so fast that it's almost painful. So many things to do and so little time to accomplish them. So many things to do for just one person, during a moment Kaneki's only desire is to scream, to look up at the sky and beg for a break that, in his not-so-humble opinion, he deserves.

He hadn't been able to even sit for a moment without being called by someone else in almost a week. Waking up very early in the morning, going back to sleep way too soon. He wasn't even able to see Touka for more than a minute.

Touka.

Kaneki grimaces, feeling extremely guilty. She wasn't angry at him, was she? He had only seen her that morning in a lapse of three seconds until Banjou called him because his presence was required in one of the deepest tunnels. Moving out to the 24th Ward had been very exhaustive, and his lack of timing was starting to become a problem, at least for him. Touka was busy too, taking care of the Aogiri kids and helping Hinami with some stuff, but Kaneki still felt bad for not being able to see her more than he truly wanted. He hadn't been able to… kiss her properly since that first night, or… touch her, like hold her hand… do all those things he truly wanted to do. His lips were starting to get dry and impatient.

Kaneki sighs, getting lost in his memories with a stupid blush on his face, easily forgetting all his duties and responsibilities. Thinking of Touka-chan had that effect on him, like a powerful medicine ready to erase all discomfort, every nasty pain. His hand travels to his chest, absently caressing the ring hanging around his neck, cheeks burning furiously at the thought that this ring was something that she gave to him, solely to him.

Ah, he really wants to see her again.

Kaneki blinks for a moment, brushing away his corny thoughts to come back to reality. Where was he even going? It was very late, and everyone had gotten to sleep hours ago. Was he heading towards his room, or the meeting room? Kaneki freezes in his place when a silhouette appears in front of him, coming from the opposite hallway and stopping with a gasp, clearly surprised to see him there, getting in the way.

"Oh!" Kaneki shrieks, stepping back for a second and placing a hand on his chest. "T-Touka-chan!"

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't pay attention to the fact that she was there, getting in his way like she always did. For some reason, Touka also looks surprised to see him there. She blinks, hesitating.

"Yo." A small wave of her hand.

Then, comes the silence.

Both stare at each other for long seconds, not exactly knowing what to say. Kaneki admires the pink flush on her cheeks, the awkward and sheepish aura that reverberates around them, building up a tension that keeps growing and growing with every passing second. It was a strange thing, to look at her and immediately remember all the things they did that night, to notice the way that his eyes travel to her lips now and then, his hands sweating and longing for a little more. Looking at her would never be the same again, it would never be like it used to. Not after that night.

And Kaneki had nothing but gratitude for that.

He believes he must look like a happy puppy right now, trying to repress a smile and begging for her to pat his head in approval. Touka hesitates for a moment, parting her lips to say something just when he's trying to do the same.

"What —"

"Where —"

They stop, realizing that they were disrupting each other. Touka breathes out a nervous laugh, smiling softly, and Kaneki looks down with a shaky gasp, scratching the back of his head like a fool. This whole situation makes him feel like a child again.

"S-Sorry," he heaves.

"It's fine. What were you saying?" she asks.

Kaneki looks up, raising his eyebrows.

"O-Oh," he coughs. "Right. Uh, I was… where were you going?"

Touka blinks for a second, her lips frowning in a small "o". Kaneki realizes that his eyes aren't looking at her face anymore, they travel in the cute shape of her lips, the way she sighs to give them a snappy lick in order to keep talking. They now look glossy and rosy and moist and —

"Oh," she sighs, forcing him to look up at her with a jittery heart. "I was just… heading to the kitchen for a coffee."

Kaneki coughs again, forcing a smile and nodding rapidly.

"G-Great!"

Silence.

He looks at her, not really knowing what to say. Touka crosses both arms over her chest, almost as if she's protecting herself from the cold breeze from the tunnels, and the action highly increases the volume of her breasts. Kaneki gives everything in his power to not look down at them.

"You wanna come too?" she suddenly asks, making him twitch.

He nods.

"Y-Yeah! Sure. I want a coffee too."

She nods, looking a bit uncomfortable.

"Okay."

Then she turns around and starts walking, and Kaneki realizes that he should now start following her. He does. Her pace is quick and decisive, she doesn't bother to turn around and make sure he's following her, she keeps on walking and Kaneki hides his hands inside his pockets, looking at her back as they venture into the halls that lead to the tiny room that they transformed into a kitchen.

Kaneki stares.

The sway of her shoulders, the way that her hair flies behind her like a thin curtain as she walks. He stares breathless at the gracious swing of her hips and Kaneki finds himself biting his lower lip, eyes drawing lower and lower each time and the heat burning in his body is consuming him into ashes. Holy God. Will it always be this way? Will he always be condemned to look at her like this? Will he ever be able to look straight into her eyes without drawing his eyes away to land on her breasts, or her sweet lips, or another compelling part of her body?

He looks away, blushing and aching.

Fuck.

—o—

The weird silence remains even when they arrive at the kitchen.

Kaneki insists on helping her, she says it's not necessary, that she can do it herself, but Kaneki keeps on insisting because he's not sure if he'll be able to hold on much longer without doing anything but to stare at the curves of her body, imagination flowing like a powerful river inside his head and threatening to destroy everything around him. Touka agrees with a sigh, asking him to wash some cups instead, and Kaneki nods with a huge amount of gratitude pulsing in his being. Great.

Both stand now next to each other. He washes a cup, passes it down to her, she dries it with a dishcloth and takes the coffee bag to pour the coffee into the filter as she waits for the water to boil. He places the cups on the counter, waiting in silence, and when Kaneki realizes that all the cups have been washed and that there's nothing more to do but to wait for the coffee to be ready, his eyes fall again on the curve of her lips and linger in there for long seconds.

Should he…? No. No. It's not really the moment.

Should he say something, then? Like, "how are you?" or… no, ugh. She'd think you're an idiot.

Be casual. Be cool. She gave you a ring, right?

Y-Yeah…

Maybe you should just do something about it.

You think so?

Put an arm around her shoulders. Caress her hair. Squeeze her b—

W-Wha—? No! No. This isn't helpful. This isn't —

"Kaneki," she speaks, suddenly, and he almost feels like jumping in his place. He looks down at her, horrified. She… she didn't hear any of the… wait, what if he said something out loud?

"Y-Yes?" he stammers, face burning in a crimson red.

She gives him a weird look. He realizes that the coffee is ready, both cups are filled over the counter.

"Can you pass me that spoon?"

Spoon. Right.

He looks around for the spoon and finds it lying near a bottle of water. He grabs it, almost slipping out of his fingers and gives it to her. Their hands briefly touch when he does, and Kaneki observes the way they stop for a moment, looking at their hands touching. Ah, she must have felt that too, right? Touka looks up at him, strands of his white hair have fallen over his eyes, swept all across his forehead. There's something lingering in his stare, something she suspects she has in her own too. He's got that lip pinched between his teeth, waiting for something, staring at her entire face and making her go crazy with nerves: her eyes, the tip of her nose, the blush on her cheeks, the tiny wrinkles in between her brows, the curve of her lips, like if he's looking out for something, a treasure hidden in her features.

There's a thin slice of air that escapes through her front teeth as she retrieves her hand, almost dropping the spoon too, and quickly looking down at the cup of coffee. Concentrate, she thinks. Concentrate.

Touka stirs the spoon way too fast and roughly that some coffee spills out of the cup and into the counter, making a mess. She blinks, grabbing the cup and slightly turning around to face Kaneki and give it to him.

"Here's your c — "

But his lips are moving before she can stop them.

They crash against her mouth, cold hands traveling towards her cheeks to hold her face real tight, real close, pushing her towards him and then he starts walking, forcing her to blindly step back a couple times and realizing that she just dropped the cup to the floor. She can hear it crashing into pieces, the coffee probably messing up the floor too, but her eyes are closed when Kaneki pushes her back against the nearest wall, kissing her fervently and passionately.

She returns the kiss, angry as he is, holding his wrists and then sinking her fingers on his shirt and for a moment she remembers they're in the kitchen, that even if everyone is sleeping, there's always someone awake at this hour patrolling the ward and making sure everyone is safe. Touka pushes his chest for a moment, the wet sound of their kiss ending sends shivers down her spine. However, Kaneki takes this opportunity to kiss her jaw, and slide his tongue down her neck, and Touka finds herself moaning his name in surrender.

"K-Kaneki," she gasps, opening her eyes to peer down to the floor. The cup is broken. "The c-coffee…"

His lips travel the way back to her lips to capture them in a searing kiss, taking her lower lip and sucking it softly. God. It felt so good, how could he have let passed a week without doing this? He wants to punch himself in the face for that. Stupid, stupid boy.

"Later," he whispers, and the flick of his tongue against her lips is what makes her lose entirely in the moment.

Her eyelids flutter shut again, catching glimpses of his white hair before flickering back to darkness and then her hands are smoothing it back, leaving his forehead uncovered. He sighs against her mouth, she can feel the desperation and the way that his eyebrows frown in concentration as his hands travel all the way down to her hips, trying to push her a little closer. A part of her can't believe that all of this is happening, that he's kissing her, touching her, showing her how much he needs her, how much he missed her touch, the taste of her lips, the searing fire that burns every time they touch each other.

Kaneki cups her face in his hands one more time, they're getting noisier as the seconds go by, the sound of their gasps filling the air and the quiet little moans she delivers and the messy rusting of their clothes getting in the way. She bites his lower lip, he flicks his tongue inside of her one more time, and then his hands find themselves descending all the way down to gently cup her breasts. Touka gasps, they break the kiss for a moment, both allowing themselves some time to retrieve the breath that was lost. They rest their foreheads together and Touka looks up at him, blushing and shivering.

Her eyes.

Kaneki sighs. They're mesmerizing.

He's panting so hard that he thinks he's about to faint, his mind feels like a haze. His eyes look down sheepishly at his hands on her breasts, like a kid who's been caught up doing something dangerous; and Touka does the same thing. She's breathing faster than ever as her eyes travel from his hands to his face. He's waiting, waiting for her words.

Touka believes that she's forgotten how to form them.

"C-Can…" she breathes, desperate. "Can w-we — "

He nods quickly, crashing his lips against her mouth one more time and giving her breasts a gentle squeeze.

—o—

Touka's cell welcomes their presence once they arrive, and so does her bed.

It's way larger and comfortable than the one he has in his room — a little favor he asked to Tsukiyama-san, to give her the most comfortable bed they could find — and way better than the cold floor they shared a week ago. For a moment, Kaneki feels nervous again, just like that first time. His hands are sweating, his heart is about to suffer an attack and his mind is working way too fast, but he reassures himself with the way that Touka gets rid of her shirt in the blink of an eye, desperately throwing it to the ground to catch his face in her hands and pull him down for another kiss. It makes him laugh a little, these ways that she has of flicking a switch and grow bolder in a matter of seconds, become hasty and greedy for his touch. It helps him relax, and suddenly his hands aren't sweating that much anymore.

And they have time. At least tonight, they have time.

Kaneki starts by covering every inch of her body.

He takes this opportunity that has to do all the things he couldn't do the first time they slept together. She's nervous, he can see it, because the lights in the cell are on and there's no darkness around them to cover her body from his eyes, to hide her from a mouth that craves her skin more than he craves for human flesh. Her bones quiver when he lays her down on the mattress and gets rid of her thin tights, rolling them all the way down her legs as his lips kiss the skin that is slowly revealed. Her breath hitches when he does it gently, taking his time, kissing her knee and staring at the way she pants, hair spread in all directions and hands resting at each side of her head, looking at him with attentive eyes, ready for each next movement.

Kaneki gets rid of her black tights and delves his tongue into the curve of her leg, going all the way up to kiss her belly. She twitches, blurting out a sigh, breaths rushing out of her lungs in hoarse whimpers. Still, Kaneki takes his time. His lips are patient and gentle, they smooth the skin of her chest, squeezing her breast one more time before flicking the tip of his tongue on her nipple, nipping at it until she moans. He then realizes how responsive her body is, like playing an instrument. It was something he'd learned when he was a child, when he would act in school plays and have the chance to play some instruments in backstage, while practicing his role. He could perfectly remember what one of his teachers told him about guitars, and how the sound can totally variate from the way you would play the strings. If you were too harsh, the sound would be intense as a summer storm, like the burning roar of a dragon. If you played it gently, it would be like the sweet flutter of a birdie — Touka's body seems to be based on the same theory.

Each spot had its own sound, its own music. Her breasts were prone to release sweet and heartwarming gasps, it would make her squeeze the sheets with her fingers and bit her lower lip with ease. Her neck made her scratch his back until it burned, it would make her say his name right into his ear. To kiss her belly made her twitch and squirm in her place, like sliding an ice cube through all of her skin.

Kaneki was more than willing to learn the music of her body.

And there was only one place left to learn.

Kaneki places open-mouthed kisses in every extension of her body, traveling until his teeth reach a place that should increase his nervousness, but it does quite the opposite. It makes him eager, hungrier, anxious as the scent of her arousal hits him real hard. He slides her thin and soaked underwear down her legs and smiles softly at the way Touka raises one leg to poke at his nose with her foot. She laughs at the way he tries to dodge her foot, but her smile disappears when he grabs it and kisses her ankle, so sweetly that it makes her grow quiet.

He's so beautiful.

The sudden silence annoys the darkest parts of his soul, so he drags his tongue down, down, down, until it reaches her cunt in one languid stroke that makes her scream the sweetest of symphonies.

He wants her to scream, and he's ready to learn how to make her do it.

Kaneki only moves his tongue guided by his instinct. He doesn't need books for this, even if he has read many, he only needs her taste and the growing hunger inside of him to make her sing for him. And she does. She moans his name, trying to cover her mouth but it's pointless, everything's such a chaos: the way he giggles against her clit as he opens her lips wider to suck on it, just in the way she needs it, just to make her suffocate.

"K-Kaneki — !"

"Shhh," he hushes before sucking on her clit again, firmly this time, making her moan even louder.

She mewls in frustration, and it takes everything in her power to stay calm and keep her voice down, she knows she can't be that noisy at this hour of the night, but a part of him wants her to be, a part of him wants her to scream so loudly for him so that everyone inside that place will know that she's his, that it's his name the one coming out from her lips, no one else's.

Touka buries her face under the crook of her elbow, her body spasms when he gives one lick, and another, and grinds his tongue over her clit and Touka feels like she's losing it. She's losing it completely. His fingers trace the pink color of her slit, feeling her hips move upwards to encourage him to touch her harder, and suddenly he's pushing one finger inside of her. Then two.

She's so close, so close, so close, and she begs him. Please, please, when his lips suck on her clit again and his fingers curl upwards and she feels that she's coming, she keeps on begging, please, right there, moaning against the back of her hand and moistening it with her own saliva when he suddenly stops.

She blinks, confused, when she can no longer feel the flat of his tongue on her clit, his long fingers doing magic on her cunt. He pulls away, leaving her groaning in frustration. Touka is on the verge of tears.

"I hate you," she breathes, squirming in her place and trying to rub her legs together to seek some relief.

Kaneki smiles, his hair falling on his face and hiding his gaze from her, the sight of it making her grow wetter with each passing second. He looks so good, the muscle of his shoulders contracting when he leans down to kiss her stomach, ascending little by little.

"Why?" he asks, grazing his teeth on her chest and capturing her nipple in his mouth to suck at it repeatedly.

God, he could do this forever.

He finally arrives at her lips, feeling her arms being wrapped around his neck entirely, pulling him closer. She feels his hand going down to touch her between her legs again. He traces slow and steady circles on her clit, and Touka moves her hips to match his pace, gripping frantically at his hair as she breaks the kiss to moan with her mouth wide open, stretching her neck back and groaning out a "fuck" when he slips two fingers inside of her again and curls them so good, so right, that she moans again and Kaneki can't help it, he does it again, just to torture her, just to hear her whimpering again.

"K-Kane… K-Ka…"

She can't even speak.

"What do you want?" he asks, searching for her mouth again, but she's unable to kiss him properly with all those little moans coming out from her lips. He's growing so hard by the sound of her voice and she doesn't respond, so he grinds his palm on her clit, curling his fingers again.

"F-Fuck," she groans, grabbing his face to kiss him, speaking and moaning against his lips. "I want you."

He moans back, satisfied with what he's done.

"I want you too," he whispers on her lips, and moans into her mouth as he pushes down the fabric of his boxers and her hands help him slip inside of her. It's so easy, the way she welcomes him inside of her. So easy, and wet, and warm, the way he starts moving. Slowly, he rocks back and forth, never leaving her eyes, melting in the way she bites her lip, repressing a whimper, and brows furrowing in concentration as both get completely lost in each other. It doesn't hurt as much as the first time, and it only takes a couple of gentle thrusts for Touka to feel ready for more. It's so much easy, and way more pleasurable, so much better than the first time they did this. It makes him go harder, filling her up in every way, whining against her jaw every time he plunges into her.

Kaneki's hands travel to her waist and down, down, down, until he grabs her butt, lifting them off the bed and pushing her leg up higher, her thigh resting on his shoulder and feeling himself go way deeper this time. Touka tightens, squeezing him to madness, trying to refrain from moaning loudly. She bites her hand, sobbing against her skin until he pulls it away and pins it to the mattress beside her head, forcing her sobs to become louder when his hips start going faster. He groans at the wet sounds of their skins slapping together, the way that her expression changes, mouth going wider and Kaneki sinks a hand down to rub her clit, rapidly and furiously until she hides her face in his neck and hides a scream on his skin.

She's coming before she even realizes, and Kaneki picks up his rhythm to search for his own release. His elbows rest on each side of her head and he kisses her, bucking his hips over and over again before a hot thickness spills out from him and fills her up. Touka holds on onto him, shivering as he moans against her neck and keeps moving his hips a little more, trying to stretch out his orgasm as much as he can. He whimpers her name, growing tired and appalled.

Touka sighs, closing her eyes with a stupid grin on her lips. She squeezes his body against her, his firm back that is sticky with sweat. The feeling of his tongue on her neck makes her open her eyes, he travels his lips to her chest, placing lazy and sloppy kisses on her breasts. He takes a bud into his mouth and Touka blurts out a noise that is a mix of a gasp and a giggle — a new sound he discovers from her body — because even if both already climaxed, he still doesn't seem to have enough. She can't blame him, though. A week went by where she didn't even see him, and she knows there will be more weeks like that to come; so nights like these are so precious, so sacred, that she holds on desperately to whatever she can get from him, no matter how tired she is.

He stops, though. When he has enough of it, he pulls out of her and the weight of his body against her keeps her warm and safe. He rests his cheek on her chest, sighing and closing his eyes with a stupid smile. God, that felt so good.

He can't wait to do it again. And again, and again, and —

"I wanna do this every day for the rest of my life," he breathes, not really realizing he's just said that out loud.

However, Touka laughs. She chuckles tiredly and loudly, making his smile grow wider until he's laughing with her, their bodies shaking together with each little puffs. Kaneki nuzzles his face into her chest, kissing it again, and Touka's fingers slide through his sticky hair. They sigh together, enjoying the silence, enjoying the music of her heart as it pounds madly in his ear. He listens carefully, smiling at the sound.

"Your heart is beating so fast," he whispers, surprised as a child.

She touches his forehead, caressing the skin with her fingertips.

"It's your fault," she responds, and then grabs his face, forcing him to look at her. "Kaneki."

He meets her gaze, dwells in the way she tries to kiss him again, pulling him closer and delving her tongue into his mouth again. He gasps, resting his elbows on the mattress as he kisses her back, and feels her leg wrapping around his back again, her hips slowly rising up to meet him.

Kaneki breaks the kiss with a faint whimper.

"T-Touka-chan," he stammers, already growing hard again. "Are you su — "

"Yes," she whispers, bringing her lips to his face, leading them to his ear as her arms enclose his body in a firm embrace. "Please. I want you."

He nods, kissing her again.

She's so sensitive when he enters again, and during the next few hours, her body sings for him in so many different ways. A song that his heart will forever try to hold on to.

It cries out for him, and for her, it will never stop.