Every breath he took rubbed against the centre of her excitement. She wanted more of it. It felt so good when he couldn't control his voice, when he breathed into her neck. She wanted him to do that again, to make her feel wanted like that again.
Kagura bent down to his ear and whispered, “I wanna do it.”
“… `it', China?”
Okita sighed. “It's not like on TV, it hurts when you do it the first time.”
”Wow, you really are worried about me. Sougo,” she giggled.
He pushed her off and sat up. “I'm more worried about what you'd do to me if you don't like it.”
Kagura moved to sit a bit closer. “Well, I'd just break your knees like I usually would,” she said and kissed him briefly.
Okita didn't respond. Instead, he looked on, seriously, making Kagura feel like a child. She didn't appreciate being patronised and would have started yelling at him in a moment, if he hadn't spoken first. “Give me your hand, China.”
His fingers closed around her wrist like iron and she watched in horror as he brought her hand down between his legs. Kagura wanted to scream in embarrassment and pound him through the floor, or at least pull her hand back and disinfect it, but she managed only a whelp and a twitch.
“Feel that?” said Okita, looking at her flushed, red face. “That's about half way there.”
Beneath the rough, loose fabric of his dojo pants, Kagura felt something that wasn't hard yet, but somehow thick and heavy, pushing against her palm; like a shapeless mass that could amount to powerful inertia if it was ever to be moved.
“In a moment or so,” spoke Okita, “I'll stop caring about my knees. You get my point, China?”
Kagura nodded her head yes, but couldn't keep her wide eyes off her hand, clutched in Okita's and pressed against his crotch.