The Wisteria Lantern, Seireitei.
The celebration for Aiyan's captain inauguration had come to an end, the guests leaving one by one until it was just the two of them left in the grand banquet hall. The tavern, which was one of the best in the Seireitei and known for its lavish furnishings and excellent service, was now empty except for Aiyan and Kirio.
Kirio had loosened her robes during the festivities, the top layer untied to expose the tight black underlayer. The wine was still flowing freely, and she poured herself another cup, offering it to Aiyan. He hadn't drunk much all night, preferring to watch the festivities with a calm and collected air.
"Come on," she teased, her words slightly slurred. "I bet you don't know how to drink like a captain. Here, try some of this."
Aiyan watched her silently, his eyes calm and unreadable. He didn't move to take the cup from her, but his gaze drifted over her body, lingering on the exposed skin of her neck and chest. Kirio felt a shiver run down her spine at the intensity of his gaze.
"You get brave only when there's no one left," he murmured, lifting his own cup to take a small sip of sake.
Kirio laughed, leaning in close to him. She brushed her lips against his cheek, her tongue darting out to taste the skin there. "I'm just playing," she said, pulling back. "Don't take it too seriously."
Aiyan didn't flinch or react to her touch. He didn't smile or frown. He simply watched her, his expression unreadable.
Kirio's smirk faltered, and she felt a flush rising in her cheeks. She had expected him to react, to push her away or laugh at her teasing. But he just watched her silently, and suddenly, she felt awkward and nervous.
She moved away from him, retreating to the other end of the banquet table. She took a long drink of her sake, feeling the heat of embarrassment spreading through her body.
Maybe she had pushed too far. He was his colleague from now on, after all. Maybe she had misread the situation entirely.
She glanced back at him, but he was still watching her silently. She quickly looked away, taking another sip of her drink. She didn't know what to say or do. She felt like a fool.
Aiyan stood up abruptly, setting his cup down on the table. "It's late," he said. "I should be going."
"No!" Kirio stood up too quickly, her head spinning from the alcohol. She reached out and grabbed his arm. "Don't you dare walk out on me."
Aiyan looked down at her hand, then back up at her face. There was a glint in his eye that Kirio didn't recognize, and suddenly, she wasn't sure if this was a good idea.
But she didn't let go. She couldn't. Not now.
"Stay," she whispered, her thumb brushing over his skin. "Just for a little while longer."
Aiyan watched her for a long moment, then slowly pulled his arm free. Kirio felt her heart sink, but before she could say anything, he turned and walked back to the table. He sat down and looked at her, his expression calm and steady.
"You don't have to hide it. You wanted it just as much," he said.
Kirio felt her breath catch in her throat. She hadn't expected him to say that. She hadn't expected him to be so direct. But as she met his gaze, she felt a surge of heat and desire.
He stood up again and walked over to her, reaching out to cup her face in his hands. Kirio felt her lips part, and she let out a soft moan as he leaned in to kiss her. His lips were warm and firm against hers, and she couldn't help but kiss him back, her arms wrapping around his neck.
But as the kiss deepened, Kirio felt a flash of panic. This was too much. She shouldn't be doing this.
She pushed against his chest, breaking the kiss. "Wait," she gasped. "We can't—we shouldn't—"
Aiyan stepped back, but he didn't retreat. He watched her calmly, his chest rising and falling slowly.
Kirio couldn't understand why her body was still leaning towards him, why she still wanted him even though she knew this was wrong.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, stepping back. "I shouldn't have—I didn't mean to—"
"You don't have to apologize," Aiyan said, his voice low and soft. "I know what you want. And I'm going to give it to you."
Kirio felt her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. This couldn't be real.
He stepped closer to her, his hands reaching out to touch her waist. Kirio felt like she was frozen in place, unable to move or speak. She wanted this—she wanted him—but she knew it was wrong.
Aiyan leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Stop pretending," he whispered. "You know you want this."
Kirio's voice was shaky, her words slurred from the alcohol she had consumed. She meant what she said; she knew it was wrong, she knew it was inappropriate and unprofessional, but she couldn't deny the way her body was reacting to Aiyan's touch.
He had barely done anything to her, but her chest was already heaving, and her breath was coming in short gasps.
She felt a heat burning between her legs that she hadn't felt in years, and her face was flushed with embarrassment and arousal.
Aiyan said nothing in response to her words. He kissed her again, deeper than before, and this time Kirio didn't resist. His tongue pressed into her mouth, and she moaned softly against him, her hands gripping his shoulders for support.
Aiyan's hands slid down her body, one holding her waist while the other moved up to her chest.
Kirio gasped as his fingers found her nipple through the fabric of her robe, and she arched into his touch, her moan muffled by his kiss. He squeezed her breast roughly, and she whimpered, her legs going weak.
He broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at her skin, leaving red marks in his wake.
"A-Aiyan, we… we can't do this…" she breathed, her voice shaking with desire.
Aiyan didn't respond. He lifted her easily, holding her against his body as he moved them towards the table. He set her down on the edge, and Kirio leaned back on her elbows, her legs spread on either side of him.
Aiyan pushed her robe open, exposing her breasts and her soft stomach. He kissed down her chest, his tongue tracing circles on her skin, and Kirio moaned, her head falling back.
She felt his teeth graze her nipple, and she gasped, her hips jerking up. He bit down on her nipple, and she cried out, her hands flying to his hair. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, and Kirio whimpered, her body shaking.
"Ai… Aiyan, ahh… that feels…"
Aiyan bit down on her nipple again, and Kirio arched off the table, her moan loud and unrestrained. He released her nipple with a soft pop and moved to the other one, giving it the same treatment. Kirio writhed on the table, her breath coming in short gasps, her fingers tangled in Aiyan's hair.
When he finally pulled away from her breasts, she was panting, her chest heaving, her nipples red and sensitive.
Aiyan's hand moved down her body, his fingers trailing over her stomach and down to her thighs. Kirio's breath hitched as he pressed his thumb against her clit through her underwear, and she bit her lip, trying to stifle her moan.
Aiyan applied more pressure, rubbing her clit in slow circles, and Kirio couldn't hold back her cry. Her hips jerked up, seeking more of his touch, and Aiyan chuckled softly.
"So responsive," he murmured, his eyes locked on hers.
Kirio whined, her hips rocking against his hand. "Aiyan, please…"
He pressed down harder on her clit, and Kirio cried out, her back arching. She was already so close, her body trembling with the need for release. Aiyan leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear.
"Do you want to cum, Kirio?"
"Yes… ahh, yes, please…"
He pulled away from her, and Kirio nearly sobbed with frustration. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading, but Aiyan just smirked down at her.
"Not yet," he said, his voice firm. "You don't get to cum until I say so."
Kirio whimpered, but she nodded, her hips still rocking against nothing. Aiyan moved his hand away from her clit, and she whined, trying to follow his touch. He held her hips down, his grip firm, and she stilled, looking up at him with desperate eyes.
"Good girl," he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead.
Kirio felt a warmth spread through her chest at his praise, and she leaned up, chasing his lips. Aiyan kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth, and she melted into him. When he pulled away, she was breathless, her chest flushed.
Aiyan moved his hands to her underwear, pulling them down her legs and off. Kirio lifted her hips to help him, and when he threw her underwear on the floor, she felt suddenly exposed and vulnerable.
Aiyan spread her legs wider, his eyes fixed on her pussy, and she felt a rush of self-consciousness. She had always been confident in her body, but now, laid out naked on a table in front of a man she barely knew, she couldn't help but feel a little insecure.
Aiyan leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh. Kirio jumped, her breath catching in her throat, and Aiyan looked up at her, his eyes crinkled with amusement.
"You're beautiful, Kirio," he said, his voice low and reverent.
Kirio's breath caught in her throat, and she felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. No one had called her beautiful in so long, and the sincerity in Aiyan's voice made her chest ache.
She nodded, unable to speak, and Aiyan smiled at her before pressing another kiss to her thigh. He worked his way up her thigh, kissing and sucking and nibbling at her skin, and Kirio squirmed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
When Aiyan reached her pussy, he didn't hesitate. He pressed his tongue flat against her clit and licked up, his groan vibrating against her. Kirio cried out, her hips jerking up, but Aiyan held her down firmly.
He licked her again, slower this time, his tongue circling her clit, and Kirio whimpered.
"Aiyan… oh gods, that feels so good…"
Aiyan hummed against her, the vibrations making her moan. He licked and sucked and nibbled at her clit, his tongue working her with practiced ease. Kirio writhed and moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair as she tried to hold on. Aiyan slid one finger inside her, curling it to rub against her g-spot, and she cried out, her back arching off the table.
"Aiyan! Ahh, yes, right there, oh fuck…"
Aiyan added another finger, pumping them in and out of her as he sucked on her clit. Kirio was nearly sobbing with pleasure, her orgasm building quickly. She was so close, so close to the edge, and she knew it wouldn't take much to send her over.
"Aiyan… ahh, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna…"
He stilled his fingers and pulled his mouth away from her clit. Kirio whined, her hips jerking up to follow his touch, but he held her down.
"Not yet, Kirio," he reminded her, his voice firm.
Kirio nodded, her breath coming in shaky gasps. Aiyan waited for a moment to make sure she had calmed down before he started again.
He pressed his tongue against her clit, rubbing it in quick circles, and slid his fingers back inside her. Kirio moaned loudly, her hips bucking against his mouth.
"Aiyan! Fuck, that's so good, oh my gods…"
Aiyan curled his fingers inside her, rubbing against her g-spot as he focused his attention on her clit. He sucked and licked and nibbled at the sensitive bud, and Kirio was quickly losing control.
Her moans were loud and unrestrained, her hips moving wildly against his mouth. Aiyan held her down with one hand on her hip, but it wasn't enough to keep her still. She was panting and whimpering, her orgasm so close she could nearly taste it.
"Aiyan… I'm gonna cum… ahh, please let me cum…"
He stilled his tongue and fingers again, and Kirio sobbed in frustration. "Please, Aiyan! I need to cum, please!"
"Soon," he promised, his voice low and rough. "I need you to hold on a little longer."
Kirio nodded frantically, her hips still moving against nothing. She was so close to the edge that it hurt to stop, but she trusted Aiyan. She knew he would make it worth her while.
Aiyan waited until her hips had stilled before he started again. This time, he slid his tongue inside her, fucking her with it as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. Kirio screamed, her back arching off the board. It felt so good, so wet and hot and perfect, and she never wanted it to end.
"Aiyan… oh fuck, yes… ahh, just like that…"
Aiyan groaned against her pussy, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through her body. He moved his tongue back up to her clit, focusing his attention on the sensitive bud as he fucked her with his fingers. Kirio was panting and moaning, her hips rocking wildly against him.
"I'm gonna cum… oh gods, I'm gonna cum…"
Aiyan finally, finally, gave her permission. "Cum for me, Kirio. Let me taste you."
His words sent her over the edge. Kirio screamed, her body convulsing as the most intense orgasm of her life washed over her. She shook and trembled, her hips bucking wildly against Aiyan's mouth as he continued to lick and suck her clit.
Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling hard enough to hurt, but he didn't complain. He just held her down and let her ride out her orgasm on his face.
When her climax finally started to fade, Kirio went limp against the table. She was panting heavily, her entire body trembling with the force of her orgasm. Aiyan pressed soft kisses to her inner thighs, giving her time to recover, and she smiled lazily.
"Holy fuck," she breathed. "That was… I've never…"
Aiyan chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to her hip. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, his voice still rough with arousal. "But I'm not done with you yet."
Kirio lay limp across the banquet table, chest rising in shallow bursts, her thighs still twitching from the intensity of the orgasm Aiyan had just coaxed from her. She hated how quickly her body had betrayed her — hated how easily he had drawn her into surrender.
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