A/N: and so the kink continues…XD [[[edit: my grammar-nazi self made me fix this too]]]

Enjoy. ;D (please excuse and cliché words I've written. I couldn't resist. It was fun to write it. Haha)

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Heated Lessons

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Practice had gone late again. Len really was such a perfectionist. But I didn't mind. If it meant stretching my limitations, then it didn't matter. I'd stretch it till it broke.

Grinning to myself, I started packing up and placed my violin back in its case before zipping it up. I looked out the window and saw that the sun had started setting. A knock came to the door. I turned to find sensei tapping his watch at me. I smiled and nodded in acknowledgement. It was time to go. I waved goodbye when he left.

"Len-kun." I turned to see my important person still sitting on the piano seat. He was frowning at the piano. I saw that he had already finished tidying up, his violin case and bag stood neatly by the wall. "Len-kun?"

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Len looked up at Kaho, blinking his musings away. Except one.

"Kahoko, come here." He sounded impervious but she didn't seem to mind and stepped closer to him.

Suddenly pulling her, he turned around before letting her fall on his lap. Practice was certainly over but their time wasn't. The teacher had already come and gone. He wasn't going to come back. They had all the time in the world. For now anyway.

"Len, what ─?" Kaho gasped. Len had pulled up her shirt and his hands moved to quickly undo her buttons and bra. "L-Len?"

"Shh," he whispered. One hand had sneaked up her leg and was stroking her through her panties before slipping inside.

Surprised, Kaho moved her knees close together, clamping his hand inside her underwear. She didn't see but Len was smiling. His free hand caressed her breast, and soon he had her taking desperate breaths. His other hand started doing its job and stroked her, his fingers sneaking their way in. He frowned at the restraint her clamped legs were doing, but soon enough she let go and spread them.

Kaho started moaning so Len placed two fingers in her mouth to keep her quiet. It was Len's turn to gasp when she licked and sucked on them. He playfully bit her ear, his fingers below increasing in rhythm. Her teeth grazed his fingers and he moved his lips down to her throat giving her a love bite he was sure to come about in the morning. He liked marking her. Even though it wouldn't be seen when she was dressed up properly, just knowing it was there had him hot.

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I was riding high. But because my back was to him, I couldn't see him or kiss him. When he pressed his hand on my sex, I instinctively spread my legs wider, gave him better access. I sucked on his fingers when it was something else I wanted in my mouth.

Grazing them one more time with my teeth, loving his sudden hitched breathing, I tried to turn away and face him. He wouldn't let me, so I reached my hand in between our bodies and held his clothed length. Rubbing just as fast and hard as he was doing me with his fingers.

When I came, his hand left my breasts and covered my mouth. I moaned into it. I held him hard while I had my orgasm. He hissed. Serves him right. Taking me by surprise and doing me with his sex god's hands.

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Immediately after her orgasm, Len continued stroking her and when she started panting again, he withdrew. He heard her moan her dismay, "No…"

Smiling, he pulled out a condom from his pocket. It had started burning a hole in his pants when practice today was nearing its end. Since she was languid, he helped her stand while he undid his pants. Turning her over the piano seat, he said, "Spread them," like a cop, referring to her legs. She complied and, with her hands spread out to steady herself, she spread her legs and smiled coyly over her shoulder at him.

Sheathed with a condom, he pulled aside her panty and entered her from behind, pounding into her. She clamped her teeth together to stop from crying out with pleasure. Len leaned in and whispered into her ear, his hands rubbing roughly but lovingly at her breasts while he went in and out of her. "Only you do this to me. Only you."

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I was surprised at his roughness but I found herself liking this side of him. If…I'd known…he'd be…so into this, I should've…never hesitated…and opened my blouse way before that first day, my first time.

I let the sensations ride me over. Len's skin slick against mine felt so good. Feeling him inside was unbearably good. Ahh, but I would take it. I would take in this pleasure always.

I felt him speed up. I didn't mind it. In fact…"Faster." He groaned and did. "More. Please, Len." I was coming and I hoped he was too. Riding the high was better together.

I came, and he followed me.

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Both violinists were helping the other dress up before leaving. Sneaking in caresses while buttoning up shirts, buckling up pants.

Done with that, Len tucked her hair behind her ear. He leaned in for a kiss. And then he whispered into her, "Next time, we're doing it on the piano." Kaho's face grew red even as he stepped back, held her hand and walked out of the room. Kaho felt her body tingle with pleasure and anticipation for their next coupling. Her boyfriend was turning out to be kinky.

And she liked it.

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A/N: haha. The end. Hope you liked it. And here's an extra. ;D

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"What did you do with the condom?"

"Chucked it out the window."

"What?"

"Pfft. Relax. I threw it in the trash. Covered."

"Oh good."

I think.