The soft hum of the AC whispered in the shared room, its gentle breeze brushing over Aiko's bare legs as she lay on her side atop the thick futon, arms wrapped around the tiny figure curled up tightly against her chest. The warm scent of their fabric softener mixed with the faint trace of vanilla from her skin and shampoo. The quiet was calming, save for the light rustling of bedsheets and the occasional content sigh from the boy nestled so snugly against her.
Asahi's face was buried between her breasts, his cheek pressed warmly into one, his mouth softly murmuring against the plush skin of the other.
"So soft…" he breathed, his small hands squeezing greedily, possessively, like he was trying to confirm it wasn't a dream.
Aiko giggled softly, the sound like the chime of windbells in spring. She dipped her head and placed a slow, lingering kiss to the crown of his messy hair. "You always say that, A-chan…"
"Because it's always true…" came the sleepy, muffled reply. His fingers twitched slightly, squeezing her again, and he let out a low, giddy hum.
Aiko's heart swelled with affection as she wrapped her arms more firmly around him, pulling him in so tight that there was truly no space left between them. Her full breasts cushioned his face, cradling him in warmth, while her fingers gently combed through his thick hair.
Asahi shifted, his thigh brushing against hers, his breath brushing her skin, and then he murmured again, quieter this time—shy, but hopeful.
"Amu-chan… can I… can I suck and pinch again? Just like this morning?"
Aiko felt a tiny thrill run through her belly, her smile curving wider. She giggled again, her voice syrup-sweet. "You're so naughty, A-chan… but yes. You can. Always."
Asahi's eyes sparkled like a child being handed a treasure, and he slowly pulled back, his face flushed with excitement. Aiko, still smiling, gently pulled her top up, letting it bunch beneath her arms before expertly unhooking her bra. Her breasts spilled free into the open air, full, soft, and slightly flushed from the heat of his touch.
The moment they were exposed, Asahi's gaze locked onto them like a magnet. He licked his lips, blinking fast, like he couldn't believe his luck.
"Mine…" he whispered with childish reverence.
Without waiting another second, he leaned forward, latching his mouth onto her left breast. His lips closed around the nipple, suckling gently at first—like he was savoring it—before beginning to suck in a steady, greedy rhythm. One of his small hands reached up to squeeze and fondle the other breast, his fingers pinching and rolling her nipple between them in slow, clumsy motions.
Aiko let out a soft, breathy sigh, her head falling back against the pillow. She watched him with eyes full of love, a faint blush on her cheeks as she gently stroked his back with her fingertips.
He was so tiny against her. So warm. So intense in how he adored her. He sucked with a quiet hunger that made her heart skip—almost reverent, like this was his sanctuary, his comfort. She could feel the wet warmth of his mouth, the tiny pulses of pressure as he suckled, and it made her toes curl with affection.
"There… just like that…" she whispered, caressing his head. "You're always so good at this, A-chan…"
Asahi hummed softly in response, not breaking rhythm. His fingers squeezed again, this time firmer, and she gasped quietly before giggling through the ticklish little ache.
He switched sides after a while, licking across her skin before wrapping his lips around the other nipple. His free hand moved to the breast he'd just left, now slick with his saliva, and continued kneading it. It was an adorable, erotic mess—his face flushed, his eyes fluttering closed, his small body rising and falling with each suckle.
Aiko bit her lip as warmth spread through her. Not lustful. No, this was something deeper. Intimate. Devoted.
Asahi pulled back a little, panting softly, his chin wet with saliva and his eyes gleaming.
"I love them," he whispered. "Your boobs, Amu-chan… they're so big and soft and warm… and they're mine, right?"
Aiko leaned down and kissed him again, this time on his nose. "All yours, baby boy."
He climbed higher up her body suddenly, crawling over her stomach until their faces were level. Aiko's breasts now pressed into his tiny chest, and he wrapped his arms tightly around her neck again, nuzzling into her cheek with a dreamy smile.
"I wanna suck them forever…" he mumbled.
Aiko laughed softly and hugged him tighter. "You're gonna turn into a little milk monster."
"Then I'll suck until I can't move," he promised. "Every morning. Every night."
She kissed him again and again—his cheeks, his forehead. "Spoiled little prince…"
He sighed in contentment, cheeks pink, eyelids drooping. "Don't ever stop letting me… okay?"
"Never," she whispered. "I promise."
Asahi nestled closer, his cheek resting against the soft warmth of Aiko's bare chest. His breath came in quiet puffs, brushing against her skin in a slow rhythm. Aiko held him gently, one hand smoothing along his back, the other brushing through his thick, unruly hair.
"Amu-chan…" Asahi murmured, voice drowsy but full of something sweet and earnest, "you're so warm… I feel like I could sleep forever like this."
Aiko smiled down at him, fingers tracing lazy circles along his spine. "Then sleep, baby," she whispered. "I'll be right here."
Asahi tilted his head slightly, his lips brushing just above her heart. "No," he said quietly, voice smaller now. "Not yet… I still want to feel more."
His hand moved, sliding up to rest on the curve of her chest again. He squeezed gently—testing, learning, appreciating—with slow, awkward affection. There was no rush in his touch, just the quiet wonder of someone still amazed he was allowed so close.
Aiko watched him with a tender expression, her body relaxing into the contact. She guided his hand a little, covering it with her own and giving him a soft nod. "Be gentle," she reminded, "they're soft, but not unbreakable."
He nodded, eyes fixed on her as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the upper swell of her breast. Then another, lower. His lips grazed her skin in featherlight touches, warm and ticklish. When his mouth closed gently around the tip, Aiko gasped softly—more from the emotional intimacy than the sensation itself.
Asahi suckled slowly, his small hands resting on either side of her chest, holding her like something precious. His movements were hesitant at first, then grew slightly more confident, drawing soft sighs from Aiko's lips.
"That's it…" she whispered, brushing his bangs back. "You're doing just fine."
He looked up briefly, face flushed with shy pride, before returning to his quiet rhythm. The wet sounds were soft, the kind that filled the space with a sense of closeness rather than heat. Aiko felt a warmth bloom in her belly—not lustful, but deeply connected. Like something maternal. Protective. Devoted.
She cradled his head, guiding him to switch sides when she felt his mouth linger too long. He followed her silently, obediently, his lips soon wrapped around the other nipple with the same reverence.
"You like this too much…" she teased lightly, her voice breathy.
"I can't help it," Asahi mumbled between kisses. "You feel like… home."
That simple sentence made her chest ache in the best way. She kissed his temple in response, her arms wrapping tightly around his smaller frame.
When he pulled back at last, his mouth slightly wet and his cheeks glowing, he let out a soft exhale and pressed his face into her neck. "I wanna stay like this forever."
"You're not going anywhere," she replied, voice low and full of affection.
The hush of the room wrapped around them like a blanket. Aiko's breaths came slow and even, her body curved protectively around Asahi's smaller frame. His fingers had stilled for a moment, merely resting against her chest, but his eyes looked up at her with an expression far too deep for someone so small.
"Amu-chan…" he whispered, voice barely more than a breath, "…I love you."
Aiko's eyes softened, her lips curving into a smile that was both maternal and something more. "I love you too, A-chan," she murmured, brushing a strand of his hair aside and tucking it gently behind his ear. "And please… you can continue."
Asahi didn't hesitate. His hands moved again—bolder now. There was a determined curiosity in him, not clumsy but deliberate, like he was learning every inch of her by heart. He leaned forward and kissed the gentle slope of her breast—not the center, not too bold—but just enough to make Aiko's breath hitch ever so slightly.
"They're warm again," he murmured with awe, nuzzling softly. "And they smell like you. Sweet. Vanilla and… Amu-chan."
Aiko giggled, her hand stroking down his back. "You say the silliest things."
"I mean it," he replied firmly. "They're the softest thing in the world." His fingers lightly traced the underside of one breast, then gently squeezed—not rough, but with a sort of reverence that made her shiver.
She watched him closely, noting how serious his expression had become, how intense his little brows furrowed as he focused. "You're so bold tonight," she whispered.
"I wanna know everything that makes you feel good," he said simply, without shame. "I like when you hold me… when you let me touch you. It makes me feel… warm inside. Safe."
Her smile faded into something deeper—more emotional, more protective. "A-chan…" She cupped his cheek and guided his face upward until their eyes met.
He stared up at her, cheeks pink, but his gaze never wavered. "I like this part of you, Amu-chan," he added, pressing his face back into her chest. "It's like… a secret spot that only I'm allowed to love."
Aiko's heart fluttered. She didn't answer—just held him closer, letting the silence say what words couldn't.
His mouth found its way back, and this time, he pressed a kiss near her nipple. It was soft, shy—but he didn't pull away. He suckled lightly again, like before, but with more confidence now, as if he was slowly learning what made her sigh, what made her giggle, what made her fingers tremble just a little against his back.
"Not too rough," she whispered sweetly. "You have to be gentle, A-chan."
"I am," he promised, switching sides after a moment, planting another kiss before resuming with the same quiet rhythm. His fingers pinched her softly now, mimicking what he'd done that morning, but slower this time, as if savoring every reaction.
Aiko's face flushed, not from shame, but from the sheer tenderness of it all. Her breath hitched again, and she murmured, "Good boy… just like that."
Asahi beamed into her skin, his nose nuzzling the soft swell of her breast while his lips continued their slow exploration. His hands moved more freely now, kneading and teasing, but always with a sort of sweetness that made her heart ache.
After a while, he looked up again, face slightly damp from his efforts, eyes glowing. "Do you like it when I do this?"
She nodded, brushing her nose against his. "I love it. You always take such good care of me."
"I'll never stop," he vowed, then crawled up her body again, until his cheek was against hers. Her breasts pressed into his small chest as they lay face to face now, breathing each other in.
"You're everything," he whispered, arms wrapping tight around her neck. "Not just your boobs… I love all of you."
Aiko laughed softly, wrapping her arms around him too. "You're such a little prince. You always say the boldest things…"
Asahi grinned mischievously. "Because I mean them." Then he kissed her—just on the cheek, soft and lingering. "You're mine, right?"
She kissed him back. "All yours."
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END OF CHAPTER : 209 : JUST LIKE THIS MORNING...
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