The suite was breathtaking.
Traditional tatami flooring, warm cedar walls, and soft yellow lanterns that gave the space a golden glow. The private hot spring bath steamed just beyond the sliding doors, framed by smooth river stones and bamboo fencing.
Hina stepped into the room and looked around in awe. "This is… so nice."
Yuto chuckled. "It feels like a honeymoon suite."
Her cheeks turned pink. "Don't say that!"
Yuto set their bags down and loosened his collar. "It kind of is though."
"Still!"
She crossed her arms but there was a smile tugging at her lips.
Yuto shrugged off his blazer and began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his toned torso. Hina turned her back so fast, she nearly tripped over her own feet.
"I'll, um—I'll get changed," she stammered, grabbing her sleepwear and dashing into the dressing room.
When she emerged, her hair was up in a bun and she was dressed in a simple robe. She caught sight of Yuto peering out into the onsen, already shirtless, his towel slung low around his waist.
He looked back and grinned. "You going in like that? Fully clothed?"
Hina's face flamed. "I-I wasn't sure…"
Yuto smirked playfully. "It's okay. You can take your time. I'll use the outdoor one and let you enjoy this space in peace."
He began to turn but something inside Hina pulled tight.
She stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, her voice a soft whisper. "Wait."
He looked back, brows raised.
"I… don't want you to go," she said, eyes downcast. "I want to be with you."
Her grip was light, but her intent was clear.
Yuto's expression softened, the teasing fading into something warmer.
"All right," he said gently. "Then let's go in together."
The water was warm and soothing as they eased into the private onsen. Steam rose around them, wrapping their silhouettes in a glowing mist.
Hina sat beside Yuto, towel wrapped snugly around her chest. Her knees were drawn close to her body, arms folded over them. She looked everywhere but directly at him.
Yuto rested his arms on the edge of the bath, his eyes closed, his voice playful.
"You're blushing."
"No, I'm not."
"You are."
She splashed him lightly. "You're annoying."
He laughed, the sound low and sweet. "I can leave again."
She immediately reached out under the water, grabbing his hand. "Don't you dare."
Their fingers laced together under the surface.
After a moment, she turned her face toward him, cheeks still pink, but her expression softer.
"It's strange," she murmured. "We've been together all our lives. But tonight… I feel like I'm seeing you all over again."
Yuto opened his eyes and looked at her. His voice was low and sincere. "I feel the same. Every time I'm close to you, it's like falling in love again."
Hina bit her lip, her heart racing.
Yuto leaned in slowly, water rippling between them. He kissed her softly and deeply, steam curling around their skin.
When they pulled apart, she whispered, "I've never felt this close to anyone before."
"You don't have to be afraid," he said. "I'm not going anywhere. I'll always wait until you're ready. For anything."
She nodded, her heart full.
Hina sat tucked beside Yuto, her knees drawn up just slightly, towel clinging to her damp skin. Her cheeks were still pink, not just from the heat of the onsen but from him.
Yuto's eyes lingered on her a moment longer, then he smiled softly.
"You're beautiful when you're flustered."
She let out a nervous laugh and nudged his arm with her elbow. "I'm not flustered."
"You kind of are."
"I'm not," she insisted, turning her face away, only to have her expression betray her completely.
Yuto tilted his head. "You've always been brave, Hina. But I've never seen you shy like this."
"I'm not used to sitting half-naked in a hot spring with you," she said, voice barely above a whisper. "It's… different."
He reached out and gently brushed a damp strand of hair away from her face, his fingers lingering just long enough to make her breath catch.
"You don't have to be nervous," he said, voice low. "I'll never rush you."
"I know," she murmured. Then, a beat later: "That's what makes it harder."
He blinked, surprised. "Harder?"
She looked down at the surface of the water. "Because… when you're this gentle, it makes me want to stop being afraid."
His expression softened into something more serious, more reverent.
"Hina," he said quietly, "it's okay to want things. It doesn't make you less strong. Or less pure. It just means… you're human. And you trust me."
"I do."
She said it with certainty.
Then, slowly, she slid closer to him until her leg brushed against his under the water.
Yuto didn't dare to move. Her hand found his beneath the surface again. This time, she brought it to her chest, placing his palm just over where her heart beat fastest, between the curve of her towel and the warmth of her skin.
"I'm not ready for everything," she whispered.
"I know," he said, barely breathing.
"But I want to be close to you. Tonight. As close as I can."
Yuto leaned in and he kissed her slowly, deeply, one hand sliding up to cradle her cheek while the other rested at the small of her back beneath the water.
She kissed him back with equal softness, her fingers curled into his shoulder. The heat around them blurred into the heat between them with palms pressed, bodies inches apart, breaths mingling beneath the lantern light.
The steam shimmered in the air between them, and Hina could feel her pulse in every part of her body. The closeness, the warmth of the water, the way Yuto was looking at her, all of it blurred into something overwhelming.
And yet, she didn't pull away.
Instead, her hand slid gently up his chest, water gliding over his skin, stopping over the strong beat of his heart.
Yuto caught her wrist with care, his voice low. "If you keep touching me like that… I might not be able to stay still."
Her cheeks burned. "Then don't."
He looked at her, his eyes searching hers, serious now. "Are you sure?"
She nodded slowly, breath unsteady. " I want to feel more of you."
That was all it took.
He leaned in and kissed her again, but this time, the kiss deepened, his lips parting hers, his hand sliding slowly along her back beneath the water, pulling her closer until there was nothing between them but heat and silk-slick skin.
The water lapped gently around their bodies as she moved into his lap, knees bracketing his thighs. Her towel clung to her curves, but it loosened as his hands traced the edge of the fabric, testing her comfort.
She didn't stop him.
She pressed into him, her mouth moving with his, her breath shaky as he kissed along her jawline, down to the sensitive dip of her collarbone.
"Hina…" he breathed against her skin, "you drive me crazy."
"You make me feel safe," she whispered, fingers tangling in his damp hair. "Even when I'm trembling."
His lips brushed her shoulder, slow and reverent, before his tongue traced the damp curve of her skin. "You're perfect." The words vibrated against her, sending a shiver down her spine.
The towel slipped further, the fabric catching just above her peaked nipples. She gasped, and his hands stilled.
"Still okay?" His voice was rough, barely recognizable.
She nodded, biting her lip. "Don't stop."
His mouth crashed into her this time, no longer gentle but hot. His teeth grazing her lower lip as his hands slid around to cup her bare breasts. The water sloshed around them, steam rising between their bodies as she arched into his touch. His thumbs circled her nipples, rolling them to stiff peaks, and her moan melted into his kiss.
When they finally broke apart, foreheads pressed together, their breaths came in ragged bursts. Hina's cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen, and Yuto's gaze darkened as it dropped to where her chest heaved against his.
His fingers trembled as they traced the edge of the towel, teasing where it clung to her damp skin. He hooked a thumb beneath the fabric, pausing and waiting for permission.
"Yes," she whispered.
The towel fell away, baring her completely. The water rippled as it sank beneath the surface, and Yuto's breath caught. "You're beautiful."
His hands mapped her body with agonizing slowness, the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips, the wet heat between her thighs. She shuddered, her own fingers fumbling with the knot of his towel until it, too, unraveled.
His hard length pressed against her stomach, and she gasped, only for his mouth to swallow the sound, his tongue sliding against hers in a deep, claiming kiss. The water was scalding, but it was nothing compared to the fire licking through her veins as his hands gripped her hips, pulling her flush against him.
Her thighs tightened around his waist, and he groaned, breaking the kiss to pant against her neck. "We should—"
"The futon," she finished, nails digging into his shoulders.
He lifted her effortlessly, water cascading from their bodies as he carried her to the waiting bed. The cool air ghosted over her skin, raising goosebumps but then his hands left her just long enough to tear open the foil, his fingers deft as he sheathed himself. The moment he was done, he was on her again, his weight pinning her down, his erection hot and heavy against her thigh.
"Tell me if—"
"I will," she promised, dragging him down for another searing kiss.
He entered her slowly, inch by torturous inch, his breath ragged in her ear. She whimpered, back arching as he filled her completely, her nails scoring down his back.
"Look at me," he demanded, voice rough.
Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his darkened gaze as he began to move deep, deliberate strokes that had her gasping his name. His thumb found her clit, circling in time with his thrusts, and pleasure coiled tight in her belly.
"Yuto—"
"Come for me," he growled, fingers tightening on her hip as he drove into her with relentless strokes, each thrust deeper and more demanding than the last. The heat between them burned hotter, his body moving in a rhythm that left her breathless, aching for release.
She shattered, her body clamping around him as waves of pleasure crashed over her. He followed with a groan, spilling inside her, his forehead dropping to her shoulder as they trembled together.
Later, tangled in sweat-slick sheets, Hina traced idle patterns on his chest. "That was…"
"Not enough," Yuto finished, grinning when she laughed. He kissed her shoulder. "We have all night to learn."
Yuto's lips trailed her throat, teeth scraping her pulse as he thrust deep, filling her completely. Hina whimpered, hips arching to meet him. Sensitivity giving way to need
With a slow, deliberate withdrawal, he reached for another condom, tearing the wrapper with his teeth before rolling it on in one smooth motion. His eyes never left hers as he guided himself back to her entrance, his cock glistening with her arousal.
His hands slid down her waist, gripping her hips as he flipped her onto her back. Hina gasped as he settled between her thighs, his mouth claiming hers in a deep, hungry kiss. She arched against him, her nails digging into his shoulders as he rocked against her, the friction already driving her wild.
"Y-Yuto—" she whimpered, but he silenced her with another kiss, his tongue sliding against hers.
"Tell me what you want," he murmured against her lips, his fingers trailing lower, teasing her until she was trembling.
"You," she gasped. "Just you."
That was all the encouragement he needed. With a groan, he pushed inside her, slow and deliberate, watching her face as she took him in. Hina's breath hitched, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him deeper.
"Damn—" Yuto's voice was rough, his hips snapping forward, setting a relentless pace. Every thrust dragged a moan from her lips, her body tightening around him as pleasure coiled hot in her core.
She clawed at his back, her cries growing louder, more desperate. "Don't stop—"
His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider, driving into her with a force that had her seeing stars. When his thumb found her clit, circling just right, she shattered her back bowing off the bed as pleasure ripped through her.
Breathless, Hina tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him down for a lazy, satisfied kiss. "Still not enough," she whispered, grinning against his lips.
Yuto's hands slid down her back, turning her onto her stomach with a slow, deliberate motion, pulling her hips flush against him. His palm traced the curve of her ass, a teasing caress before he gripped her waist and sank into her with a deep, controlled thrust.
"God, Hina…" His voice was rough with restraint as he moved inside her, each roll of his hips deliberate, savoring the way her body arched beneath him.
Hina gasped, her fingers clutching the sheets as pleasure curled through her, slow and molten. The angle was deeper like this, intimate every movement deliberate, drawing out soft, breathless whimpers from her lips. She could feel him everywhere,the warmth of his chest against her back, the way his hands held her with reverence even as desire burned between them.
"Come for me again," he murmured, lips brushing her shoulder as his thrusts grew firmer, coaxing her toward the edge with relentless tenderness.
She shattered instantly, her vision whiting out as her body clenched around him. Yuto cursed, his rhythm faltering as he followed her, spilling inside her with a groan, his teeth sinking into her shoulder.
Collapsing onto the bed, he pulled her against him, both of them breathless and slick with sweat. Hina turned her head, catching his lips in a slowkiss.