A/N: I have no idea why I am writing this, except that I love Skyshipping and I feel it is horridly underrepresented. Also, because I really love Astral's lack of knowledge about our world. Also, I am not very good at writing pr0ns but I hope it's amusing. Ages are ambiguous, so if you feel squicky about 13-year olds having sex, just pretend they're older or something. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING I SWEAR. Using English names because I feel like it.

"Ah...a-ah...Yu-Yuma...ngg..." Said boy merely responded with a grunt, though talking was a bit out of the question when one of her breasts was currently between his teeth. In addition, one hand was gently wrapped behind while the other was doing...things inside her. Namely, an alternation between pinching and thrusting inside, or perhaps it was simultaneous—given the assault of stimulation, she could barely think straight, let alone figure out his various methods of torturing her. Not that she cared very much at this moment; in fact, she only cared about one thing right now, and that was how close she was.

"Haaa...Yuma...please...please..." The words came out like molasses.

"Hmm? Did you want something, Tori?" Although he sounded innocent, she knew him well enough to know he was smirking. That and the fact that his fingers suddenly stopped moving, eliciting an involuntary moan from her.

"Nngg...you know what...I...want..." She wanted so badly to thrust her hips toward him, to relieve the heat herself, but he kept her firmly in place.

"Do I?" He was enjoying this. There was nothing quite like the ego boost of having his girlfriend squirming and writhing with pleasure underneath him (well, except dueling, but that was different...). Yuma knew exactly what she wanted and how, but he couldn't resist teasing her.

"Agh...don't make me say it...please..." Tori whined again, even though she knew she would give in. She always did. Despite her pleadings and complaints about it, and how embarrassed she felt afterwards, she knew that, in her lust-induced haze, she only wanted one thing, and she needed it now.

She jerked again as Yuma's hot breath fanned against her ear. "But Tori, if you don't tell me, I won't know...if you want this"—his hand moved again inside her and she bit back a scream—"or this," and he purposely rubbed against her core extra slow this time. It was all he could do to prevent himself from slamming inside her and rutting like a pair of animals, but he was determined to keep in check—or as much as could before all willpower broke.

That bastard. If she wasn't currently pinned underneath his (delectable) body, she would've slapped him. She was about to retort with a jab of her own but all that came out was a squeak as he crushed her against him and this time, she could clearly feel his arousal straining against the cloth. Tori knew she should just free them both from this torture and admit what she wanted, but she couldn't give in that easily. The game would become boring otherwise. Yuma, on the other hand, was sincerely hoping she would speak soon, because he didn't think he'd be able to hold off for much longer; especially not when he could feel the softness of her breasts pressed against his chest, and her hands roaming all over—

"A-ahh...Yuuuumaaa...you...i-idiot...ah, ahh..." Tori was beyond caring at this point.

"Just tell me...what you want..." He could feel himself tensing up in anticipation of her next words—

"You...inside...please...haaah, dontmakemesayanymore!" The last part came out in a rush as she desperately rocked against him to release the terrible yet wonderful pressure. She felt Yuma hurriedly discard the remainder of his clothing and before she could even catch her breath, something hot thrust inside and filled her unimaginably full. They both moaned loudly at the sensation, clinging desperately to each other. The pace started steady enough, but within minutes Yuma had sped up as the tightness reached unbearable levels.

"Yuuuumaa, I'm almost there..." Tori barely managed to breathe out between gasps. Saliva was running down the side of her mouth, but she couldn't tell if it was from the kissing or her moaning too often to swallow.

"Uh...me too..." Yuma bit out as Tori dug her nails into his back. Both were so close, he could feel her starting to tighten around him and—

"Yuma! What are you doing?"

Everything screeched to a halt; Yuma hadn't been wearing his key and he had told Astral multiple times specifically not to interrupt them whenever Tori was over (unless it was an emergency), so how could it be possible that he was hearing the blue alien's voice right now—

"Yuma? What's wrong?" Tori noticed his lack of movement and shocked expression.

'Please let me be wrong. Please, please let me just be hearing things and Astral's really not here asking what I'm doing. Please, god, don't let me be right...' Slowly, he craned his neck around, only to come face-to-face with Astral's white/gold iris'.

Pandemonium ensued.

A/N: Huur, I know this chapter seems really short, but that's because I had originally planned to write this as just a one-shot drabble; however, the more I wrote, the longer it got, and I realized that I end up changing scenes/perspective a few times, and that doesn't fit well within a one-shot, so I decided to break it up into chapters. This is the first time I've ever written anything for ZEXAL, so I hope the characters are pretty IC; timeline-wise this is up to you, I just sort of imagined it somewhere down the road, be it a few months or a few years, but I'm really striving to keep as much of the show canon as possible, so here's the hoping I don't make any mistakes!