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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      月刊少女野崎くん_|_Gekkan_Shoujo_Nozaki-kun
  Relationship:
      Hori_Masayuki/Kashima_Yuu
  Character:
      Hori_Masayuki, Kashima_Yuu
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, First_Time
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-03 Words: 4064
****** My Beloved Kouhai ******
by peekatchyuu
Summary
     It began with something out of a badly written romance manga.
     Or, where Kashima jumps Hori after school.
Notes
     The official HoriKashi Fanart had left me hungering for more. This is
     the result.
Practice as usual, ran late.
Slowly the extras trickled out one by one and the principal cast was next to
follow. The fangirls were the last to leave, more than a little miffed that
their Prince was not there to send them off with compliments and kisses. But
Kashima had that little wrinkle in her brow that meant that her lines were more
important than meaningless flirtations so they left her to it.
Only the dull kathunk kathunk of the props team at work accompanied her as she
practised the Prince's outpouring of affection to his latest squeeze. While she
was practiced at making even the most stone cold hearts melt, the challenge
presented this time was a bit tricky. Tsunderes were hard to woo. Still she
must have been doing something right because she heard applause after the final
'I love you'.
"Good job Kashima. A few more trials and you will nail that sucker." Hori
sounded pleased and if the can of juice held out to her was any indication, he
was very much so.
"Thanks Senpai" She hopped off the makeshift stage and opened her drink,
humming in appreciation as she took a sip. He still remembered her favorite.
"Do you want any help with the props?"
"Thanks but no thanks." The President of the drama club replied wryly. "Most of
my time is spent fixing the messes your girlfriends make. Girlfriends who you
draw to the club. So indirectly the whole mess is your fault."
Hori was feeling unusually satisfied so he did not resort to the usual violence
in response to her antics. He had accomplished more than he had planned and
they were way ahead of schedule especially with the Art Club's help. He only
had backdrop to finish so he could head home with a guilt-free conscience and
he intended to do so as soon as humanly possible.
Intent on offering assistance whether it was wanted or not, Kashima followed
him backstage where an elegant throne awaited final touches. He ignored that in
favour of the wooden set lying next to it, half-painted with a forest. Sakura
had promised to do the details later so he wanted it ready for her before
Nozaki's deadline put a damper on that. Kashima knelt down next to him to
admire his work and all was silent for a while as he concentrated on completing
his task. He was busy adding a few finishing touches to a tree and that was
when it happened.
It was something out of a badly written romance manga, a trope characteristic
of the laziest of authors. Ken-san would have dropkicked Nozaki out of the
window for daring to suggest it, so high was its improbability. Nevertheless,
it still happened against all reasons of rationality and good old common sense.
It happened when Hori reached for something or the other next to Kashima while
she leaned over to coo about a recently completed spot. Their eyes met, their
hearts stilled and their lips brushed against each other's in the barest
semblance of a fluttering kiss.
Typically one would have expected nervous laughter, terribly crappy lines about
first kisses or maybe even awkward fumbling as they reached out for a second,
proper one after it happened but Kashima being Kashima insisted on being
utterly stupid about it.
"You call that a kiss!" She scoffed when he hadn't even thought about terming
it as such, not really. But before he could open his mouth to protest she
grabbed him by the collar and planted her lips firmly against his.
The current chain of events was too much for Hori to comprehend. One moment he
was preparing to refute the most absurd accusation in the history of mankind
and in the next, he was being kissed by the very same accuser. He placed his
hands on her shoulders, prepared to push her off in a fit of righteous
indignation but her tongue pushed her way into his mouth and he lost all
coherent thought.
Kashima, meanwhile, was thoroughly enjoying herself. Senpai had given up
struggling and had leaned into the kiss, pulling her closer instead of pushing
her away. She pushed him backwards till he was sitting more comfortably and
leaned over till she was in a better position to kiss him. Her hand slipped
from his collar to fiddle with his tie while the other went around his head to
pull him even closer.
Their tongues danced around each other's in a lazy battle, Hori quickly taking
on the offensive once he got his bearings. Kashima made an incomprehensible
noise of appreciation and stepped up her own attack, not to be outdone.
Slipping her hands up his shirt, her nimble fingers made patterns on his skin
that sent tingles of pleasure up his spine and he groaned into her mouth.
Eventually they emerged for air, hair mussed and cheeks flushed. Hori looked
decidedly worse for wear, shirt almost completely unbuttoned and tie missing
while Kashima only looked like she had run the marathon, disheveled and panting
but all clothes firmly in place. They stared each other down, the smug smirk on
her face a stark contrast to the languid pleasure on his. "So Senpai" she
purred, smooth and sinful. "Who's the better kisser now?"
Hori sat on his haunches trying to puzzle out what she meant through the fog of
lust in his brain, features shifting from confusion to comprehension before
finally settling on irritation when the answer dawned on him. His annoyance was
further fuelled by the look of catlike pleasure on her face as she collapsed
next to him.
"Don't be ridiculous." Hori had a competitive streak that rarely came to the
fore, especially in front of his idiot Kouhai. But there were certain slights
he was not willing to stand, especially in the wake of a dizzying make out
session caused solely by the aforementioned Kouhai's own sense of smug
superiority. He pushed her down till she was flat on her back and him hovering
over, over her, almost nose to nose. "I can do much much better."
And then his lips were on hers, and all sense of responsibility and decorum and
deadlines flew right out of the window as he proceeded to prove her wrong. He
straddled her slim hips as he attacked her with lips and teeth and tongue
driving her to the heights of pleasure. He slipped his hands up her shirt,
fingers skimming her sides till they found what they were looking for. His
fingers ghosted over her bra asking for silent permission and if her moan was
any indication, she gave it most heartily.
With a deft motion he unhooked the clasp of her bra, loosening it so that he
could slip his hands underneath. She suspected his familiarity with female
undergarments was born of long practice but her mouth was too occupied to
confirm her suspicions.
He started off slow as if testing the waters, kneading her small breasts gently
till she squirmed with impatience. Annoyed at the skittishness if his motions,
she pulled back a little, breaking contact to look him in the eye. "I'm not
gonna break you know." she smirked. "You can be as rough as you like."
"Quit yammering." He rolled his eyes as helped her out of her thick sweater and
lowered his lips to hers once again. But this time his caresses were firmer,
surer and she moaned as he playfully flicked a nipple. Emboldened by her
response he did it again, lips trailing down her cheek and throat occasionally
biting and licking.
Kashima tilted her neck to allow him better access, gasping whenever he hit a
particularly sensitive spot. Her hands, which till then were wrapped tightly
around his neck, began explorations of their own. She unbuttoned the rest of
his shirt before pushing it off his shoulders entirely and whined at the loss
of contact when he lifted his arms to let her. Traversing the smooth planes of
his chest and back, her palms settled firmly on his butt which immediately
began to vibrate.
Both pulled back immediately, dazed and more than a little confused. Kashima
sat up trying to make heads or tails of the situation while Hori fished a
cellphone out of his pocket and frowned. "Nozaki"
"Not nooow Senpai." She whined but he was already pushing her away while he
received the call. She sat there pouting as a few terse lines were exchanged, a
dastardly plan beginning to take root. Untying her already loosened necktie,
she crawled forward and wrapped her arms around his waist, nibbling on his
earlobe.
"Uh I'll call you later Nozaki." She grinned at his stilted response as took
the phone from his limp grasp. Cutting the call over a protesting Nozaki, she
tossed the phone away and pounced.
Hori's expression shifted from surprise to something else as she pulled him
onto her lap. What would have earned her a painful reprimand on another day
only got an exasperated huff which quickly devolved into a groan of pleasure as
she found a particularly sensitive spot behind his ear which made his pulse
jackrabbit. She lay trailing kisses down his neck, while he busied himself with
divesting her of her shirt.
He was different from her girls Kashima realized in some distant corner of her
mind, firm muscles in place of soft curves, harsh pants instead of soft gasps.
It was hard to be tender when he nipped at her like that but for his sake she
was willing to try. If it was his dream to become as princess then she would
play the gallant prince, bringing her beloved pleasure.
She lay him down tenderly, lavishing him with tender kisses and loving caresses
despite his protests. Whispering sweet nothings about anything and everything,
she watched him redden. Her fingers drew patterns on his skin and her mouth
followed wherever they went. But her advance was abruptly stopped short when
she encountered the unconcealable bulge in his pants.
Her fingers trailed over it experimentally, eyes widening in curiosity at his
reactions. His grip on her hair tightened, fists clenching when her fingers
fluttered over it, firmer still. "God." He bit out raggedly. "Don't be such a
tease, Kashima."
"You're so cute, Senpai." Kashima shot him a teasing grin. The sight of her
like that, shirtless and smirking, grinning up at him from the vicinity of his
crotch drove him half mad with frustration and he pulled them both upright to
plant a rough kiss on her lips.
"You'll be the death of me." He growled, kissing her with ardor and she
responded with equal enthusiasm. It was his turn to explore now and he did it
with the thoroughness of a scientist, planting worshipful kisses along her
breasts before sucking on a hardened nipple. He massaged its mate making its
owner moan huskily which made him look up.
He paused, realizing that all he had done that evening was feel, touch and
taste. He had never properly taken the the time to actually look at her.
But now that he actually did, he did not want to stop staring. She looked at
him, puzzled; with glazed eyes and flushed cheeks. Her long, lithe frame
stretched underneath him, the gentle swell of her breasts tapering off into a
flat stomach. Her legs were longer still and he knew from experience how they
felt, wrapped around him.
But Kashima, being Kashima insisted on utterly misinterpreting his scrutiny.
"You don't like my boobs, Senpai?" She frowned. Maybe he preferred the
unnaturally large specimens that sometimes featured on some of the girls she
flirted with. She made a halfhearted attempt at pushing hers together to make
them appear bigger but was largely unsuccessful.
Hori rolled his eyes. "They're fine as they are, moron." He pulled her arms
away and leaned down to kiss each one of them in turn. "Wonderful even."
Kashima was in heaven. The sensations sent her body tingling and made her
insides melt. She had a fair idea of where this was going and did not want to
stop. But she was worried. Worried that this was going too far, too fast for
her beloved Senpai's delicate maiden sensibilities.
Hori on the other hand was not even remotely worried about anything of that
sort. Sure he had had some concerns about Kashima's sensibilities but he
figured that if she had a problem with anything he was doing she just up and
tell him. Lord knew she wasn't shy or anything.
Case in point as he fiddled with the clasp of her skirt trying to undo it with
a single hand while the other one was occupied. Taking the cue, she helped him
with it, kicking it off as soon as she was free of it. She even kicked off the
shorts she wore underneath. Then, she tugged on his pants, urging him to be rid
of them. The rubbing of the fabric sent the most delicious sensations through
his neglected cock and he hurriedly acquiesced to her wordless demand.
He maneuvered her till she was propped up against the throne and stood up,
unbuckling his belt with a sense of urgency he'd never quite felt before while
taking his clothes off.
She propped herself up on her elbows to watch him with an appreciative smirk
enjoying her own private little stripshow even though she had done more than
half the work herself. His dishevelled hair, mussed beyond repair due to the
exertions of that evening. His broad shoulders and wide chest, toned by years
of making props and fixing her messes. His biceps which flexed with every
moment. She drank it all in, every movement.
He watched her watching him sprawled out like that in little more than her
panties. He returned the appreciative gaze with equal intensity, slowing down
just enough to give her a bit of a show. They were performers after all.
"Come here." She beckoned, arms outstretched. Dropping to his knees he crawled
over to straddle her, still clad in his boxers because a certain idiot was too
impatient for her own good.
"So impatient." He groaned into her mouth as she cupped his hardness through
the thin fabric of his boxers. Suddenly, the final barrier seemed too much and
he wriggled out of his underwear, letting his erection spring free.
Kashima was awestruck. She'd heard of these mythical objects in whispered
locker room conversations, seen the occasional graphical representation in sex
end classes or particularly explicit manga but nothing had prepared her for the
real thing. She marveled at it, tentatively running her fingers over it before
grabbing it and giving it a good squeeze.
He bucked into her hand as she rubbed it experimentally. A bit of precum leaked
out of the tip which she wiped away with a finger. Her touch was featherlight,
almost ticklish and he almost groaned in frustration at her torturously slow
pace.
He clenched his eyes as he guided her hand, showing her what to do. The first
few strokes were awkward and unsure but she soon found her rhythm and he was
soon leaning into her shoulder, overcome by her ministrations.
Kashima then decided to something completely unexpected. She bent over,
pressing a kiss against the head of his erect penis before taking it in her
mouth entirely.
His mind short circuited. Where had she learned how to do that?
Kissing, sucking and licking she had him at her mercy, chanting her name. It
wasn't long before he came undone entirely entirely, spilling himself all over
her face and neck. He rested his head on her shoulder trying to catch his
breath for a moment before he kissed her again gently.
Kashima was not having any of that. What had begun as a simple kiss of
appreciation quickly turned into something more as she slipped her tongue
inside his mouth, holding him still by his hair while his hands could traverse
the entirety of her body, this time unhindered by clothing.
His questing fingers encountered the sensible white fabric of her panties,
already soaked and sticky. He pressed down on the small nub of nerves that shot
out electric little sparks through her entire system. Her panties were pushed
aside till he was able to insert a single finger inside her and she moaned at
the contact. A second one soon joined the first and it was her turn to writhe
against his hand. He pulled back from where his lips were occupied against hers
to pay more attention to what he was doing.
She was amazingly responsive to his every move and the sight of her, wild and
unusually wanton like that made him want to return the favour. He pulled down
her underwear, over slim hips and endlessly long legs and lowered his mouth to
her nether regions. She gasped, she squirmed and she came undone as he worked
his magic with dexterous lips and magical tongue. She'd always known that he
was talented with his tongue, spinning fantasies and capturing hearts, but she
had never ever imagined that he could put it such use. And oh. Such a delicious
use this was. Deliciously wonderful and wonderfully delicious. The things he
was doing with it. She couldn't help but throw her head back and let out a
long, keening cry letting the entire world know of her pleasure. A rumble in
his chest let her know that he had acknowledged it and approved.
After that his licking and sucking seemed to grow more insistent, driving her
even crazier. She felt a low tension build up in the pit of her belly which
only seemed to intensify with every single lick and kiss. It soon had her
teetering on the edge of something new and wonderful. But when he started
thrusting his tongue in and out of her weeping entrance like a certain certain
portion of his anatomy would do soon, she lost it.
Her limbs fell slack as she gave into the throes of orgasm. He let her ride it
out on his face, burying his head even deeper into her thighs and laying gentle
kisses wherever he could reach.
She gave a great heaving sigh and flopped against the wooden throne, pulling
him up to her, tasting herself on his tongue. If her breathlessness was any
indication, she had enjoyed that immensely, something she didn't hesitate in
confirming for him. "That was amazing, Senpai."
"Senpai stop." She mumbled as she nipped his ear and Hori instantly stilled,
worried that he had crossed some line he had no clue about. He withdrew from
her embrace, a little upset when she did the same. His body protested the loss
of warmth but he let her go, fumbling around for his boxers and pants. He
pulled them on with leaden fingers, turning around to give her some semblance
of privacy, heart in his throat. What did you say to an idiot Kouhai with whom
you'd made to third base entirely because of a stupid pissing contest?
"Strawberry or lemon, Senpai?"
Definitely not that. He turned around itching to pummel Kashima with his fists
for killing the solemn mood and turned blue with shock when he noticed what she
was holding up.
"W-W-Why do you have condoms?" He stuttered pointing his fingers at the
incriminating foil packets that she had held up for his inspection. Boxers fell
to the ground unnoticed when he closed the distance to her in two strides.
"Coach makes me blow them up like balloons. Says it's a part of vocal
training." She replied cheerfully.
What was wrong with regular balloons? Not for the first time, Hori marvelled at
the working of the female mind. He'd always known that Kashima was not quite
right in the head but he'd never imagine that she wasn't an exception but very
much part of the norm. And here I am standing naked as the day I was born and
hard as rock, debating condom flavors with her.
"Whatever's fine." He said reaching out for one without looking, tearing the
packet deftly. She drew him closer with a breathy laugh, palm dragging to
caress his hard length.
They sank to the floor as one, both fumbling with the condom. Neither of them
had any idea how put it to actual use but Kashima managed to rip the packet
apart with her teeth and Hori managed to pull it on with minimal interruptions
from her wandering hands. Mission accomplished, both stared at each other for a
moment. Now what?
Kashima took the lead, pulling him in for a tender kiss as she settled herself
on his lap. She was almost bent over double, long legs wrapped around his hips
as she rocked them both gently.
"You sure about this?" Hori asked, breaking the kiss and looking into her eyes
seriously.
"Never been surer." She grinned, drawing him into a long, hot kiss that had his
toes tingling. Breaking the kiss, she shot him her most noble expression. "My
fair maiden deserves the loving that only this gallant prince can provide. Why,
my dear lady-"
He cut her off with another rough kiss which he found was much easier than a
violent rebuke. At least it shut her up. "I have a better idea to occupy
ourselves with if you have nothing better to do than spout such useless
nonsense."
Kashima, to her credit, got it.
Hori smirked at the look on her face as he lowered her to the floor. With a
little bit of maneuvering, he entered her as gently as he could. Burning hot.
Slick. She felt like heaven and hell rolled into one immensely irritating
being. One beautiful, gorgeous, irritating being. His eyes rolled to the back
of his head but he held still at the feeling, fearful of hurting her.
Kashima hissed in pain, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. She was
stretched tight, wider than she had ever been before. Even the thickness of his
fingers could not compare to his girth. She groaned at the feeling of fullness.
Wrapping her arms around him, she buried her head in the crook of his neck and
he let her, not even complaining about the effort it took to hold still. But
soon the ache began to subside, and was replaced by another kind of ache
entirely. Prodding at his shoulder, she whined. "Senpai, move."
He did as she commanded, beginning with a gentle rocking motion that had them
both unsatisfied. It was awkward at best. Sometimes he would thrust too hard,
hitting a still painful spot or sometimes he'd hit a sweet spot, only to change
his angle and miss it entirely the next time. But they soon found their rhythm
and she was matching his thrusts perfectly. Wrapping her legs around his butt,
she felt the build-up of tension that she'd experienced before, slowly drawing
her closer to release. It only kept increasing with the intensity of his
thrusts and soon she was lost to all coherent thought. Her eyes fluttered shut
and her movements grew more erratic as she loomed near the edge. With a single
sigh, she finally toppled over the abyss, spasming and undulating around him
with the force of her orgasm.
Hori inched closer to his own release, slamming home with a final thrust and a
cry of her name that was swallowed by her mouth. She milked him dry, ripple
after ripple, spasm after spasm. Eyes closed, they rode the waves of their
pleasure together, both quite lost in each other.
For minutes that seemed like hours, they stayed still, forehead to forehead,
simply breathing in each other's presence before Kashima reached up to lay a
small kiss on his lips. With a satisfied sigh, he rolled off her, entwining his
fingers with hers as they lay basking in the afterglow. Taking stock of their
surroundings for the first time since their little escapade began, they
realized that they had ended up on the stage, putting on quite a show for an
empty theatre.
"That was your best performance ever, Senpai. Take a bow." Kashima drew him
close, spooning him. He turned around to face her, planting a little kiss on
her lips.
"Yet."

Mini omake
He produced the second packet of the condom with a magician's flourish. "Time
for act two."

 
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