Painfilled Lessons [nsfw]

The shirt flew off of her, tugged quite strongly. It was tossed somewhere, Iyuki didn't particularly care as his mouth continued kissing and licking. Soft... so soft... He groaned lightly in his throat as he moved up. His hand wrapped lightly around the back of her thigh, sliding up slowly. More touching and adoring was needed.

A small squeak escaped her as the shirt was pulled off of her, more sounds following as Iyuki continued moving over her skin with his mouth while his hand slid slowly up her thigh. He was going to kill her! The damn soul pulling was going to kill her! This...This-!

Iyuki's hand slid up her thigh more, reaching up under her skirt. Grabbing her butt very softly, he squeezed just slightly. It was so nice too... Muika had such a lovely body. Iyuki's mouth had covered all of her stomach and abdomen though.

Looking up at her as he moved back barely an inch, he smiled. "Would you like to move somewhere comfier for you? The couch would be nice."

"Mm-" She couldn't give a vocal response, the small reactions she was giving him overruling any words she attempted to get out, so in the end she had to settle for a small nod. M...Move, they should...probably move.

Plus if he kept his mouth on her like this, and kept touching her, she felt her legs would become shaky after too much longer.

Iyuki's grin grew as Muika seemed unable to speak. He had enjoyed her reactions so much, it was good to know he could make her speechless as well. Giving her butt a last caress, Iyuki moved to stand... Stopping only briefly to bury his face in her chest and kiss it a few times.

Then he stood, a small blush on his face as he had been unable to help such a reaction as he looked away. Taking her hand, he moved to lead her to the couch.

Trying to ignore the burning in her face, a small surprised squeak escaped as Iyuki's head came to bury itself in her chest, feeling him give a few kisses before he backed away and took her hand.

She let him lead her to the couch, again trying to ignore the blushing at the location...e-even if it was the closest place!

Muika had squeaked, how cute... Iyuki's face turned more red as he moved to the couch, looking down at her as they made it there. "...You have very nice...attributes."

Where had his smooth gone!? Trying to get some of it back, his mouth leaned down to her neck as his casted arm wrapped around her. She could sit in a minute, first they needed undress her. Slipping his hand to hip, he tugged down her skirt with the help of the soul pulling as well. All of it must go.

That compliment had earned another surprised squeak, and a burning face. That...She...He was going to kill her! She...

Her hands clung to the fabric of his shirt as he leaned down to her neck and his arm went around her; another small noise escaped her as his mouth met her neck while his hand worked on removing her skirt. It felt...felt nice; she was going to die at this rate!

"You keep holding my shirt... I would like to be touched too Muika." Iyuki's voice was a soft whisper near her ear as he detached his mouth from her neck. Her skirt fell with no resistance, Iyuki working on her leggings as his mouth returned to his kissing of her neck and bare shoulders. His mouth tugged the strap of her bra off her shoulder, slowly but surely.

"Mn...Y-You're wearing clothes though..." It...He wouldn't feel as much if she touched him through his clothes, though as she said that one hand had slid up to his head, her fingers burying themselves in his hair as she felt her skirt fall.

She was lucky she'd even been able to get that response out, his mouth on her skin earning more small sounds from her soon after she'd spoken.

"You are my girlfriend. You can take them off of me whenever you wish. Nothing's stopping you." Iyuki's voice was deep and husky as he felt her hand in his hair, a small little moan escaping his mouth. He'd had to pull back to answer her and soon her legged were pushed down her legs. All that was left were her underwear.

He was fully dressed...

"Mn..." Only a small, flustered noise escaped her then. He...she...He just...

Ignoring the heat in her face again at his words, and at the small moan he'd given, the hand that wasn't in his hair went to the front of his shirt and began unbuttoning it. That...Those things Aoi had mentioned about button ups...

Immediately, she pushed that to the back of her mind, a small squeak escaping her at the thought. She...Stupid idea...

"G...Gotta get it off." Considering his arm, even if it was healing fine, his shirt still needed to be taken off carefully...

Iyuki let out a soft breath, leaning his head against her shoulder before nipping it lightly. She was so close and unbuttoning his shirt like this was too tempting. Iyuki hadn't thought she would, Muika surprising him though he had no idea why.

His hand slipped into her panties, just a bit as he pulled them down somewhat before stopping as she squeaked. Blinking, his head rose from her shoulder and he smiled. "Yes. Here."

Sliding his hand from her underwear, he unwrapped his other arm from around her and held them out so Muika could strip it off him.

Iyuki'd earned another small sound as she felt his hand move into her underwear, stopping when she mentioned she needed to get his shirt off.

She just had to ignore the burning; doing that, she moved his shirt off of him carefully, minding his cast, before letting the fabric drop to the floor. T-There, his shirt was off now...

Leaning up, she planted a short kiss on his lips, an action her flustered state right now would usually prevent, but...she pushed through it, her hand moving to his chest just under where his wound originally was before sliding down to his stomach.

Iyuki did not feel embarrassed he needed help getting undressed, this time it felt much more intimate. He smiled as she helped him, enjoying it and shivering lightly whenever her fingers brushed his skin. Thanking the hollow for this small blessing, he let out a surprised little sound as Muika's lips returned to his. Kissing would be nice right about now.

It was too short and with a groan he moved to kiss her again only to stop short and moan lightly. H-Hand on him... and his stomach. His good hand went to her hip, squeezing lightly as his lips pressed against hers again.

As their lips connected again Muika responded, the hand on his stomach moving only slightly as the other slid up to his shoulder before moving up a bit higher to his hair again. She'd given another small response when she'd felt his hand on her hip.

Iyuki shivered as Muika's hand moved slightly, responding even to that little of motion. As her hand moved back to his hair though, he let out soft little pleased sounds in his throat.

The hand on her hip slid back down as he first tugged at one side and then the other to get those annoying underwear off. Soul pulling was hard to do like this, he was getting too riled up to be able to control it minutely.

A small moan made it's way up to the back of her throat as she felt Iyuki's hand return to removing her underwear, and she continued touching him like she'd been doing, seeing as how where her hands were tended to get a reaction out of him.

He...If he liked being touched there, she'd keep touching there.

Iyuki liked her touches on his stomach and in his hair, letting out low groans in his throat. Her hands on him felt amazing. He couldn't help but make sounds, he wanted to. Muika seemed to enjoy them at least... he enjoyed hers greatly.

Finally though, with one last tug... And with that her underwear was gone. Iyuki pulled back and gave a triumphant laugh, staring down into her eyes. "Now you can get on the couch... I need to finish kissing you."

"M-Mn." Get on the couch now? She was burning red as their eyes met before giving a small nod. Just...sit on the couch. She did that, moving on to it. Damn it, why was her face burning so bad!? It...Sure, the only thing she had on was a bra right now, but...but it wasn't as if she'd never been naked in front of him multiple times before!

Iyuki bent down, his mouth pressing against Muika's as his good hand went behind her body. Undoing her bra, he pulled away from the short kiss to tug the silly item off with his soul pulling once again. It moved rather swiftly, a sign of his rather affected state.

His mouth moved as he then slide his hand back up to her shoulder, moving to turn and press her against the couch onto her back. "Its easier on me if you are laying down. I want... to touch you please..."

Another sound made it's way to the back of her throat as she felt the final piece of clothing she'd had on leave her, giving a small squeak as she felt him turn and press her back against the couch.

"Mm." She managed another small nod at his words, face flushed. This...he was going to kill her...

As she nodded, his mouth went to her neck again. Iyuki loved kissing her skin and soon he had covered it with small licks and kisses as he moved slightly over her. It wasn't hard to, even with his hurt arm. His mouth trailed lower, softly kissing between her breasts before he decided to tease one of them with his mouth.

Iyuki wished to adore Muika and make her feel good... At this point no matter what he was feeling he would not care if they did not have sex. As long as she felt good.

Muika's hand immediately went to his hair as she gave another intake of breath as she felt his mouth go over her, trailing down to her chest after he'd moved over her some. Her other hand had gone to his shoulder, unable to stop a small moan from escaping, her legs moving a bit as he teased her.

Iyuki smiled when he felt her hand in his hair and on his shoulder, it felt quite nice. Not as nice as the sharp breaths or that moan though. Her legs were moving which was a good sign, she was getting rather affected by his actions. Continuing to tease her with his mouth, he was having way too much fun with this.