Haruki looked up at her, still buried deep inside her warmth.
His palm gently slid along her waist, caressing her skin.
"Kyouko?" he whispered.
She blinked slowly, her breath still uneven.
"Hmm...?"
"Let's stop for now," he said with a calm smile.
Her expression softened with confusion, eyes misty, lips slightly parted.
"...Why?" she whispered, still breathy.
She leaned down slightly, her hands resting on his chest, unwilling to let go of him just yet.
"You already climaxed," Haruki said gently, brushing her hair behind her ear.
"Hard. I saw it. I felt it."
His thumb traced her flushed cheek.
"But... what about you?"
Her voice was smaller now. Vulnerable. Almost pleading.
She still didn't move, refused to lift her hips, refused to let him go.
"At least… let me stay until you release. I don't want you to feel unsatisfied..."
Haruki chuckled softly.
His hands cupped her face as he whispered with that familiar mischievous tone,
"I want to reserve it."
"Reserve...?"
