The house was quiet after the stream ended.
Ritsuka sat on the couch, still feeling the leftover exhaustion from Red Winter, while Mika cleaned up the last of the dishes. The kiss at the door and the way he'd basically thrown himself into her arms kept replaying in his head. So did the chat exploding over it.
Mika dried her hands, walked over, and sat beside him. Her pink hair brushed his shoulder. For a moment neither of them spoke.
Then Mika said, quietly, "We're moving really fast, aren't we?"
Ritsuka looked at her.
"Yeah… we are. Most people date for months before anything like this."
Mika's wings shifted a little.
"I know. But after everything today… and the way you came home to me… I don't want to wait just because it's 'normal.'"
Ritsuka exhaled.
"Me neither."
She stood, took his hand, and led him to his room. The door closed behind them with a soft click. Mika turned, golden eyes steady but a little nervous.
"I've never done this before," she admitted.
"Neither have I," Ritsuka said. "We can stop whenever you want."
Mika shook her head.
"I don't want to stop."
She stepped closer, kissed him again — slower this time — and guided him back until he sat on the edge of the bed. Then she reached for the soft scarf hanging on the chair and held it up with a small, almost shy smile.
"Can I… tie your hands? Just for a bit. I want to be the one taking care of you tonight."
Ritsuka met her eyes, then nodded.
"Okay."
Mika gently bound his wrists in front of him with the scarf, careful not to make it too tight. The simple act already made both of them flush. She helped him lie back, then climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips, still fully dressed.
They kissed for a long time — soft, then deeper — while her hands explored under his shirt. When she finally pulled his clothes off, her own followed piece by piece until she was completely bare above him, pink hair spilling over her shoulders, wings half-spread for balance.
Ritsuka's voice was quiet but steady.
"You're beautiful, Mika."
She blushed harder and leaned down to kiss him again. Her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking carefully, learning the feel of him. He was already hard. She lined herself up, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance.
Both of them were breathing faster.
"Ready?" she whispered.
"Yeah. Go slow."
Mika sank down.
The first inch made her gasp. She was tight — virgin-tight — and the stretch burned in a way that made her wings tremble. Ritsuka's wrists flexed against the scarf as the heat of her enveloped him for the first time.
"Nngh… Ritsuka…"
"You okay?"
"Yeah… just… big…" She took another breath and pushed further, taking more of him until she was fully seated. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, but she was smiling. "We're really doing this…"
Ritsuka's voice was rough.
"Yeah. We are."
Mika started moving — small, careful rolls of her hips at first, then deeper. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the quiet room. Every time she sank down, her walls clenched around him, and every time she rose, he felt the loss of that heat.
"Does it feel good?" she asked, voice shaky.
"It feels… incredible," Ritsuka answered. "You're so tight, Mika."
She leaned forward, hands braced on his chest, and rode him a little harder. Her pink hair swung with every movement. Ritsuka watched her face — the way her expression softened and tightened with pleasure, the way her wings fluttered when she found the right angle.
After a while she untied the scarf. The moment his hands were free he sat up, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close so they were chest-to-chest. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, then lower, leaving soft, careful marks across her lower stomach and the curve of her hips — the places that would stay hidden under clothes. It felt natural, even though neither of them had talked about it yet.
"Ritsuka…" Mika breathed, arms around his neck. "I can feel you throbbing…"
He thrust up to meet her, slower and deeper now that he could control the pace.
"You feel perfect around me."
They stayed like that for a long time — kissing, whispering, moving together. Mika came first, a soft, broken cry against his shoulder as her walls fluttered and squeezed him. The sensation pulled Ritsuka over the edge right after. He held her tightly and came deep inside her, both of them shaking through their first climax together.
They stayed joined for a while afterward, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.
Mika eventually whispered, "That was… faster than any normal couple would go."
Ritsuka stroked her back, still catching his breath.
"Yeah. But it felt right."
She smiled against his lips.
"It did."
He left one more soft mark on the lower curve of her stomach — the first of many — and held her close as the night settled around them.
They stayed tangled together for a while after the first time, skin warm, breathing slowly evening out. Mika's pink hair was messy against Ritsuka's chest. The soft marks he'd left on her lower stomach and hips were already darkening.
Mika eventually lifted her head, golden eyes a little clearer now.
"…Want to try again?" she asked, voice quieter than usual but steadier than before.
Ritsuka brushed a strand of hair from her face.
"Yeah. If you're not too sore."
She gave a small, almost shy smile.
"I am… a little. But I still want to."
This time they moved with a bit more confidence. Mika didn't tie his hands again. Instead she let him guide her onto her back, wings spreading across the sheets. Ritsuka settled between her legs, bracing himself on his forearms so he could look at her properly.
"Tell me if it hurts," he said.
"I will."
He pushed in slowly. Even after the first round she was still tight, and both of them sucked in a breath at the same time. Mika's hands came up to his shoulders, fingers curling.
"Nngh… still feels so full…"
"You're still so tight," Ritsuka murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth. "Does it feel okay?"
"Yeah… better than the first time already." She shifted her hips experimentally. "You can move."
He started with slow, deep thrusts, watching her face the whole time. Mika's expression softened with every careful stroke. The wet sound of their bodies was quieter than before, more controlled. Her wings twitched whenever he angled just right.
"Ritsuka…" she breathed, one hand sliding down to rest on the small of his back. "You can go a little harder."
He listened, picking up the pace just enough to make her gasp. The bed creaked softly beneath them. Mika's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he could feel her getting wetter around him.
"You're taking me so well," he said, voice low against her ear. "Does it feel good?"
"It does… ahh… especially when you go deep like that—" Her words broke into a soft moan as he did exactly that. "Don't stop…"
Ritsuka kissed along her jaw, then lower, leaving another careful mark on the soft skin just above her hip — the same private place as before. Mika shivered at the feeling of his teeth and tongue.
"You're marking me again…"
"Yeah." He kissed the fresh bruise. "Only where no one else will see."
Mika's arms tightened around him.
"I like it…"
They found a steady rhythm, a little more confident than the first time but still careful with each other. Mika started meeting his thrusts, hips rolling up to take him deeper. Her breath came faster, soft sounds spilling out every time he bottomed out.
"Ritsuka— I'm getting close again…"
"Me too." He slipped a hand between them, thumb circling her clit in slow, firm strokes. "Come with me this time."
Mika's back arched. Her wings fluttered hard against the sheets as her second orgasm hit — tighter, sharper than the first. The way she clenched around him pulled Ritsuka over the edge right after. He buried himself deep and came inside her again, both of them shaking through it together.
They stayed joined for a long moment afterward, foreheads pressed together, breathing hard.
Mika eventually let out a soft, tired laugh.
"We're really bad at taking things slow…"
Ritsuka kissed her gently.
"Yeah. But I don't regret it."
"Me neither." She traced one of the marks on her lower stomach with a fingertip. "These are ours."
They were still lying together in the quiet room, the soft marks on Mika's lower stomach and hips already dark against her skin. Ritsuka's hand rested on her waist. Mika traced idle circles on his chest for a while before she suddenly pushed herself up on one elbow.
"…Can I try something?"
Ritsuka looked at her.
"What?"
Mika's cheeks were pink, but her golden eyes were determined.
"I want to… use my mouth. And my chest. I've never done either, but I want to try."
Ritsuka sat up a little, resting back against the pillows.
"Okay. Just go at your own pace. We can stop whenever."
Mika nodded, then crawled down between his legs. She wrapped her fingers around his cock first, stroking carefully. Then she leaned in and gave a small, experimental lick across the head.
The taste made her blink.
"…Salty."
Ritsuka let out a quiet breath.
"You don't have to force it."
"I'm not." She tried again, taking just the tip into her mouth. Her technique was clumsy — a little too much teeth at first, then not enough suction. She pulled back after a few seconds, frowning.
"That… didn't feel right."
She tried again, this time using more tongue, bobbing her head a little. It was still awkward. After another short attempt she sat up, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
"…I don't know what I'm doing."
Ritsuka reached down and gently brushed her long pink hair back.
"It's okay. Neither of us knows yet."
Mika looked down at her own chest. Even in the soft light, the full swell of her breasts was clear — not as exaggerated as some of the other girls, but soft, heavy, and more than enough to completely cover him. She cupped them in both hands, pressed them together around his cock, and moved up and down.
The soft, warm flesh fully enveloped him from base to tip. It felt completely different from her first clumsy attempts with her mouth.
Still, her rhythm was uncertain, and after half a minute she stopped, cheeks burning.
"…This isn't working the way I thought it would either."
Ritsuka's voice was calm.
"You don't have to keep going if it's frustrating."
Mika sat back on her heels, thinking hard. Then her eyes lit up with an idea.
"Wait here."
She grabbed her phone from the nightstand, unlocked it, and immediately opened the browser in **incognito mode**. Ritsuka watched her type with surprising seriousness.
Mika muttered under her breath while she searched.
"How to give a blowjob for beginners… how to do a proper titjob…"
She scrolled, reading quickly, occasionally glancing at the screen with a mix of concentration and embarrassment. After a minute she nodded to herself, locked the phone, and set it aside.
"Okay. I think I get the idea now."
Ritsuka raised an eyebrow, a small smile on his face.
"Google?"
"Incognito," she corrected, a little defensive. "I'm not letting that stay in my history."
She leaned down again, more confident this time. She started with her tongue, licking from the base to the tip in long, slow strokes the way the results had suggested. Then she took the head into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks and moving carefully up and down without using her teeth.
Ritsuka's breath caught.
"That's… better."
Mika made a small pleased sound around him and kept going, using one hand to stroke what her mouth couldn't reach. After a while she pulled off with a soft pop and brought her breasts back into play.
This time she did it properly. She pressed them firmly together around his cock, completely surrounding him in soft, warm flesh, and moved up and down with a steady rhythm. Every time the head disappeared between her cleavage and then reappeared, she gave it a quick lick before it sank back in.
It felt significantly better than her first attempt.
"Is this okay?" she asked, looking up at him while she continued working him with her chest.
Ritsuka rested a hand in her long pink hair, watching the way her full breasts moved around him.
"Yeah. It feels really good, Mika. You're covering me completely."
She kept alternating — mouth for a while, then her breasts again, then back to her mouth — getting a little more comfortable with each try. Every time she looked up for confirmation, Ritsuka gave her a quiet nod or a soft word of encouragement.
Eventually he gently tugged her up.
"Come here."
Mika climbed back up and settled against his chest, still a little flushed, her soft breasts pressing against him.
"…I looked it up," she admitted again, quieter this time.
Ritsuka kissed the top of her head.
"I know. And you got better really fast."
She smiled against his skin.
"Next time I'll be even better."
He pulled her closer, one hand resting over the private marks on her lower stomach.
"We've got time."
Mika nodded, already thinking about what else she might need to search later — still in incognito, of course.
Neither of them said it out loud, but both already knew this was only the start.
To be continue
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