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Hiyori woke in the middle of the night with a start, her heart pounding viciously in her ears as her confused thoughts came to terms with the difference between dream and reality.

I'm... I'm at home. And Yato's here.

Relief flooded through her as she remembered. Yato had come to keep her company while her parents and brother were on a trip out of the country. Hiyori hadn't wanted to leave him and Yukine behind, so instead she'd chosen to stay at home and invited them to stay with her. Yukine was in her brother's room down the hall, but through unspoken agreement, Yato had made himself at home in her bed. Hiyori closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and sure enough, the familiar, comforting scent of the person she loved most in the world filled her lungs.

She turned onto her side to find him fast asleep next to her, though his back was turned so she could only see the slope of his shoulders and the dumb, captioned fabric of his silly Capyper pajamas.

I shouldn't wake him, she thought, feeling guilty for even thinking it. He'd had a particularly trying job earlier that day, and both he and Yukine had knocked out almost as soon as they got home. It'd been a little disappointing, really; Hiyori was starting to get used to falling asleep while they talked quietly under the covers, and she loved the way he would hold her close, burying his nose in her hair and gently running his fingers over her hip until they were both too sleepy to keep talking.

She watched the slow rise and fall of his back with each breath, wishing he were facing her so she could run her fingers through his ink-dark hair and greet his sleepy gaze with a kiss. She was usually pretty shy about initiating that sort of thing, but Yato seemed to have decided that unless she showed interest in being physical with him, he would always toe the line. He flirted and teased, but at the end of the day, he wouldn't so much as kiss her unless he was sure it was what she wanted. Hiyori ended up feeling so desperate for his attentions that she usually gave in herself, even though Yato acted like he was the one starving for her touch when she finally did.

Let him sleep, Hiyori, she told herself firmly, but his scent was so pleasant, so irresistible in the lingering haze of her dream, that before she knew it, she'd reached over, sliding her arm under his so she could snuggle against his back.

"Mm... Hiyori...?" Yato murmured, stirring. "Something happen?" he asked with a small yawn as he shifted toward her. A tiny sliver of blue glowed in the darkness at her, his arm coming around to hold her close.

She flushed a little in the glowing light of the full moon outside the window.

"S-sorry, I didn't m-mean to wake you..." she stammered, ashamed.

"It's 'kay," he said, kissing her forehead. He blinked the sleepiness out of his eyes slowly, the confusion replaced with concern. "Did you hear a noise or something? Want me to go check downstairs?"

"N-no, I just... I had a dream," she admitted, avoiding his serious expression with an ache in her stomach. She felt so selfish now that she'd actually gone and woken him when he'd been so tired earlier.

"Nightmare?"

She shook her head slowly.

"Then what?"

She stared up at him, her face red as she bit her lip.

"Uhm..."

Understanding dawned on him and his own face reddened in response. "Oh."

"Mm."

"Did... Did you want to do something about it?" he asked with a wry, slightly embarrassed smile.

She clung to his shirt, too mortified to look him in the eye.

"Yes, please," she whispered.

"Your wish has been heard loud and clear, Hiyori," he said, taking her face in his hands as he pressed feather light kisses to her cheeks and lips.

She was so unbearably cute. Hiyori was so rigidly polite, so repressed, that when she just worked up the courage to come out and admit she wanted him, Yato couldn't help but feel like the world had stopped just for him. His heart ached painfully as he brought her in close, the tiredness melting away at the sound of her breath catching as he kissed her, softly at first and more recklessly as Hiyori made a tiny whine and all but melted into him.

You're going to be the death of me, Hiyori, he sighed with happiness, rolling over and onto her as he rubbed his thumb against her jaw and gently coaxed her mouth open.

She met his tongue and deepened the kiss with fierce desire, and heat flushed through his veins as she pulled him in recklessly, her hands already slipping under his shirt. She was being so much more forceful than usual, and he couldn't help wondering exactly what it was she'd dreamed about to get so worked up.

His imagination went into overdrive and he actually forgot to breathe for a second as the terribly exciting possibilities flashed through his already preoccupied mind. He must have made some sort of noise because Hiyori suddenly pulled away, concerned.

"A-Are you okay, Yato?" she asked, her clear brown eyes filled with worry. "You sounded like you were choking or something..."

His face burned with the knowledge of what he'd been imagining and he had to pull back to cover his face and try to regain control.

"Y-Yeah, sorry, I just..." But before he could finish, he had a reckless, mischievous flash of inspiration, straight from the most depraved, most shameless part of his newly-woken aramitama.

"Play a game with me," he blurted out, only to panic as soon as he realized what he'd said.

Fuck!! No, go back, undo, delete!!

She blinked at him, confused.

"Huh?"

His mouth went dry. Yato was pretty sure Hiyori was a little too vanilla for this sort of thing, but then again, they never would have started dating or sleeping together if she hadn't surprised him and initiated everything herself. He'd already come out and said it, the worst that could happen was that she would call him a pervert and smack him... but that wasn't news, she wouldn't hate him for it... probably.

He cleared his throat and licked his lip, trying not to show how anxious he really was. "A game," he managed, unsure if he wanted her to turn him down or not. "With me."

"What... What kind of game?" she asked, clearly lost.

He flushed, unable to hold her gaze, and Hiyori suddenly seemed to understand because she covered her mouth with her hand and went red from head to toe.

"T-That kind of game?" she asked, her voice strained.

"I-If it's something you really don't want to do, it's not a problem!" he exclaimed, trying to backtrack. "It was just a stupid, dirty thought, you know I'm an idiot-"

"Okay," she whispered.

Yato froze.

"Y-Yeah? R-Really?" he asked, not daring to believe his ears.

She nodded, clearly nervous.

"It's... Are you sure?" he insisted, worried she hadn't understood him. "It's not the sort of thing we usually do, you'll probably think it's really indecent-"

"Mm, it's okay... I trust you," she said in a small, shy voice. She reached up to brush the hair from his eyes, her expression so soft and sweet he could hardly stand it.

"Damn it, Hiyori," he murmured, kissing her forehead and the bridge of her nose. "You're so goddamn cute, I'm gonna end up cuddling you all night and then neither of us are getting off."

She laughed despite herself, too used to his dirty mouth to really mind. "Idiot," she said, making a soft, indulgent noise as he pressed several more kisses to her eyelids and temples. "I thought you wanted to play."

"Oh, I do," he said seriously. He paused to take her hand and kissed her open palm. "You're really sure about this?"

She flushed bright red as he gently brushed his nose against her wrist.

"Y-yes, I'm sure... It's just... I don't really know about these things, so you'll have to e-explain it to me," she added in a tiny, strangled voice.

"We can use a safe word, if you like," he said, still hesitant to continue until he was absolutely certain she felt secure.

She shook her head. "It's okay, you always listen when I say I want to slow down or stop... I'm not worried about it."

"O-Okay then, as long as you're sure..." he leaned in to kiss her, excitement overcoming his reservations as she responded with more than a little enthusiasm.

They were both breathless when he reluctantly broke the kiss and sat up, moving back so she had the space to do the same.

"There's only one rule to this game," he told her, clearing his throat and holding up a finger as she fidgeted adorably in her nervousness. "You have to do everything and anything I say."

"A-anything?" she asked, uncertain.

"I-It'll be good for you too, I swear," he said truthfully, not wanting her to think this was a purely selfish experiment.

Hiyori nodded slightly, her face slightly red. "Is... there a goal, or points, or something?" she asked seriously. Yato couldn't help grinning at her innocent, thorough question. It was just like her to want to understand something from start to finish.

"Not a goal, exactly," he said mischievously. "But I do have some... rewards in mind for you if you do a good job."

She blushed hard, and Yato's heart skipped several beats. She's so fucking cute, I can't.

"You're such a pervert," she bemoaned, burying her face in her hands. "Gods, I just know you're going to enjoy this way too much..."

"Well, can't argue with that," Yato said cheerfully, eager to get started. "But you love me anyway, don't you?"

"... Unfortunately."

"Hey!"

She brightened up considerably and giggled slightly at his indignant reaction. "Are we going to play or not?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Yes, we are," he said, already thinking of the best way to get back at her. "Remember, everything I say," he teased.

"... When you say it like that, I kind of feel like I've made a terrible mistake," she muttered under her breath, but a moment later she clasped her hands in her lap and looked up at him with flustered apprehension. "W-What should I do?"

"Let's start with something easy," he said, grinning at her cute expression. "Undo your top button."

She hesitated, then reached up to her neck and slowly slid the button of her pajama top out of its hole.

"Like that?"

"Mhm," he said, pleased. "Now the second one."

She undid another.

"Keep going..."

She grew steadily redder as she worked her way down her chest and stomach, but she made no movement to tug the garment aside. It hung over her curves, shadowing her form.

"Okay... Now what?" she asked, but he heard the quiver in her voice that meant she thought she knew what he was gonna say next.

"Open it up," he said, his voice so low it was almost a growl.

Her hands trembled slightly as she took hold of the edges and started to pull the top off her shoulders.

"No, no," he said firmly, his eyes on the exposed skin of her breast. "Leave it on, just... Give me a good show."

She looked a little confused but did as he asked. Her face reddened to a dark crimson as he regarded her hungrily, his eyes roaming her skin as he engraved the image into his memory.

"Beautiful," he murmured. "It's extra hot when you're not fully undressed," he explained.

"Jeez, you're incorrigible!" she cried, covering her face with her hands again.

"Hey, hands down, dummy, you're gonna need them," he said, already growing hard.

"I am?"

"Oh, yes," he said seriously. "Ready?"

"How dirty is this going to get?" she asked, worried.

"Filthy," he said truthfully. "But that's what you wanted, right? For me to make you come?"

"Not in those words!! B-But... yes," she whispered, mortified.

"Keep going, and I promise you'll never forget what I do to you tonight," he said slyly. "In the best way, of course."

Her whole body seemed to burn red as she nodded slowly.

"O... Okay... What do I do next?"

Yato squirmed slightly, licking his lip. "Take your right hand, and suck on the tip of your index finger."

Slowly, she raised her finger to her lips and her mouth closed around it. A soft, wet suckling echoed in the room.

"Now what?" She asked as he swallowed the longing in his throat.

"Take your breast in your hand," he said quietly. "Use your finger to touch your nipple."

She made a strangled sound and shut her eyes but did as he asked, her hand cupping her own breast as her index finger covered the soft pink flesh of her areola.

"Rub your finger over it," he said. "And look at me while you do."

"D-do I have to?"

"Don't you want your reward?" he teased.

She made a small noise of distress, wavering uncertainly as she blinked her eyes open and forced herself to look at him. "This is so lewd," she groaned as her finger rubbed a gentle circle around her nipple.

"Yes, it is," he agreed, his eyes glowering with desire as he watched it slowly pebble into a hard point. "But doesn't it feel good?"

She didn't answer, her voice a tiny whimper as she touched her chest.

"Lick your finger again. And your thumb too. Let me see your tongue."

Her pink tongue flashed onto slender fingertips as a soft groan escaped her.

"Roll yourself between your fingers," he ordered. His cock was already aching with longing, and they hadn't even gotten to the good part yet. There was something terribly erotic about seeing Hiyori follow his orders, and it wasn't just him either; despite her embarrassment, Hiyori was definitely getting aroused from him watching her.

A tiny moan escaped her as she touched herself. Her face was so cute and red, her eyes glazed over as she kept her gaze on him...

"A little harder. Pinch it a bit." he said, shivering a little as Hiyori began to squirm, her knees pressed tightly together.

"Good girl," he said sweetly. He fingered the fabric of her cute blue bottoms, just to keep his hands busy. "Keep going. With your other hand, I want you to very slowly trail it down your stomach."

"Haah," she exhaled harshly as she ran it over her abdomen.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" he said, thinking of her fingertips brushing his skin.

She flushed but didn't answer.

"Use that pillow behind you. Lean back on it a bit, and point your feet at me. Don't stop touching your nipple until I say so."

Whimpering slightly, she did as he asked, and Yato's head went blank for a second, overwhelmed by how unbearably trusting Hiyori was of him, and how easily she was playing along with something he'd never imagined she would be willing to try.

Okay, I think I have a new favorite kink, he thought, biting the inside of his cheek to refocus his attention. He felt dizzy with want, and it was only through the knowledge that it was going to get better that he refused to give in to his lust just yet.

"Now, pull your pajamas down... Nice and slow, let me enjoy it..." he told her once he had the words to say it.

"Y-Yato," she tried to reprimand, but it just came out as a moan.

"You can do it," he encouraged, edging a little closer.

With a hard swallow, she hooked her free hand under her waistband and slowly began to shimmy the bottoms off. She was bent forward a little bit because of the pillow, reclined so her eyes never left him and the swollen tips of her breasts remained in plain view. They were at her thighs now. The creamy skin under them looked so soft, so lovely... Her knees naturally teased apart as the bottoms went over them, giving him a glorious look at her panties and the taut fabric covering her opening. Her calves were bared, and then her ankles, and she kicked them off, clamping her knees shut.

"Nuh uh," he scolded, touching her knee. Her breath hitched as he touched her, but as much as his body screamed at him to slide his fingers up the inside of her thigh, he couldn't do anything more without ruining the game. "Open up for me, nice and wide," he whispered.

She trembled slightly, her toes curled, and slowly she spread her legs.

"Mm. Perfect," he sighed, trying to release some of the tension building up in his belly. How was this not a dream?! In what reality would Hiyori expose herself like this, let him see her at her most vulnerable?

He couldn't help it, he had to tease her while he had the chance, before he inevitably woke up and the moment was gone.

Just a little, he reasoned. He could get away with touching just a little bit of her... right?

He let his hand slip over and under her knee, fighting the urge to shiver as his palm moved up, up, her skin getting hotter with each achingly slow centimeter of progress until he reached the swell of her ass and immediately backtracked, running his fingers back down and past the knee until he was safely back near her ankle.

"You're shaking all over, Hiyori," he noted with an evil grin as he looked up to find her trembling like she'd been left out in the cold. Her toes twitched nervously, curling and uncurling as she anxiously waited for his next order. "What are you expecting exactly, that you're getting so worked up?" he asked almost innocently.

"J-Jeez...!" she cried, and though he knew she was probably on the cusp of kicking him in the stomach, he just couldn't resist the golden opportunity she'd handed him.

"Answer the question, Hi-yo-ri~" he said, drawing out her name. "Do you want me to kiss you? Touch you? Want me to thoroughly fuck you with my fingers? Is that why you're so eager? Hmm?"

To his shock, a powerful shudder visibly traveled down the length of her body at the sound of his voice.

"M-mm, y-yes, p-please... Yato..." she whined, unable to look him in the eye.

Fuuuuck, he thought, hissing as his whole body burned. This had to be... not even a dream, this was some kind of hyper-realistic fantasy, some kind of new hallucination that his aramitama had to be dragging him into; not even at her most shameless had Hiyori ever responded honestly to his stupid, mischievous provocations. She always called him an idiot, or hit him, or just made a noise to show how distressed he was making her.

He surreptitiously pinched the skin of his leg, just to make sure this was really happening, that he wasn't actually losing his mind. He wouldn't put anything past his blood-lust.

The pain of it reassured him and he gaped for a moment at the sweet, beautiful sight of Hiyori's trembling, waiting body. This was real. Hiyori was really playing his game. A sharp jolt of excitement shot down his belly and right up through his shaft, making him actually wince at the sudden rush of blood to his member. If this was real... how far would Hiyori go to satisfy his commands? How far could he push her?

"Mm," he said, shifting his weight to lessen the ache in his groin and clearing his throat of the thick lump forming in the back. "N-Not yet," he told her, almost sternly.

Hiyori blushed down to the roots of her hair as her eyes snapped back to hold his gaze with something very like hunger... or maybe it was just desperate hope. "Y-Yet?" she asked in a tiny, breathless voice.

"Mmhmm," he said, unable to hold back a roguish, cheeky sort of grin.

You want it that badly, huh?

"First, you gotta earn it."

Hiyori immediately shut her eyes again, but he could tell her every nerve was alert for the sound of his voice.

"Alright... now, I want you to take your free hand and reach between your thighs," he ordered, his voice lowering as his heart beat painfully in his ears. "I want you to run your fingers over your panties, just a nice, sexy little touch..."

Hiyori whimpered, but still her fingers obeyed him, though he could almost feel the heat coming off her. He swallowed as her fore and middle fingers creased that painfully thin lacy fabric right down her middle.

"That's it. A soft, feathery tease..." he whispered, his mouth dry.

He knew he was really pushing his luck, but he didn't want it to end yet. He might never get her to agree to something like this again, and there was still so much he wanted to see...

"Push the elastic to one side," he said in a smooth, sensuous voice. "Take a finger, and lightly touch yourself, get a little of that wetness on there..."

"You're h-having way too much fun," she complained, breathing hard as she gave him a somewhat resentful look.

"Yep," he grinned, unable to lie. "Come on, you know you want to."

There was a tiny hesitation, and then her fingers nudged the cloth out of the way.

Her eyes snapped shut for a moment as she reached into herself, so red and embarrassed Yato wanted to remember it forever. A shudder passed over her as a gentle, wet sound told him she had succeeded, and he had to suppress a shiver before she noticed.

"M-Mm. V-very nice, you're being such a good, obedient girl, Hiyori..." he said, though he didn't feel anywhere near as settled as his voice made him sound. "N-Now you're gonna take that finger, and you're gonna rub it aaaaall over your other nipple."

"What?!"

Okay, I'm probably going too far, he admitted inwardly, but the words that came out of his mouth were the opposite of what he meant to say.

"Trust me, Hiyori."

Goddamn it, Yato, are you a fucking idiot?! a part of him groaned. Your girlfriend isn't a deviant like you, you can't expect her to do these things out of nowhere, moron!

"B-but-" Hiyori stuttered, and Yato had almost decided to cut the whole game short, when he realized that the look on her face wasn't disgust or distress. With a sharp pang, Yato suddenly realized she wasn't even mad or truly uncomfortable... she didn't even really think it was too much; she just needed his help to overcome her own shame.

"I-It's okay, Hiyori," he said gently, rubbing his fingers into her calf reassuringly. "It's nothing to be ashamed about. I just want you to feel good," he said truthfully, pausing to lick his lips nervously. "I-If you're worried I'll think less of you or something, that's never going to happen, okay? If you feel that it's too dirty, I swear I'll lick it all nice and clean soon enough. And if you really, really don't want to do it, that's okay too. I will never force you to do something you hate. I love you too much," he promised. "So you don't have to worry, just do whatever you feel comfortable doing, alright?"

She shivered at the sound of his voice again, and though he could tell she desperately wanted to tell him she loved him back, she just didn't seem to be able to put aside the total depravity of the game long enough to voice such a heartfelt sentiment.

"I know," he smiled at her, bending to kiss her knee. "You don't have to say it, I know," he murmured against her skin.

She gave a soft, almost relaxed little moan at the feel of his breath, and while she hesitated another moment, his assurance finally seemed to overcome her reluctance. She reached up to her breast, and when her lubricated finger touched the tip, she gasped and her muscles tensed with a violent jerk.

"I-It's so..."

"Wet and slippery, yeah," he said with a smirk, feeling like a rather smug cat waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce. She never believed him when he praised her about how good she felt inside, and she still seemed to think he was pushing himself whenever he touched her and licked the wetness off his fingers, no matter how many times they slept together. "Tastes amazing too, just like the rest of you."

Her knees shook slightly as she rolled her fingers onto her plump, achingly soft mounds, her breath coming in unsteady gasps.

"Enjoying yourself?" He asked in a low purr as he watched, mesmerized.

"It- hah... Feels g-good," she heaved.

"Good, cause now you're gonna take your panties off."

She gulped.

"Let it hang off one ankle," he said as she slowly and jerkily tugged the garment off her hips. "It's hot."

"P-Pervert."

"For you, always," he said brightly. "Don't hide," he clicked his tongue as she automatically bent her knees inward to hide her exposed sex. "It's beautiful. You're beautiful," he said. He eyed the pink slit between her legs with a blissful sigh, noting the wet shimmer of her labia and the little valley where her clit was. She couldn't look at him anymore, her lip quivering.

"N-now what?"

"Take your fingers, and spread yourself for me," he whispered, his erection twitching. "I want to see all of you."

She made a noise of distress, and Yato faltered. He'd already asked a hell of a lot from her, and he didn't want to push her too far out of her comfort zone. A little titillation was one thing, but it was a fine line to walk and Yato wasn't sure it was right to keep tugging her along when she was trying so hard. He only cared about one thing, and that was Hiyori's happiness; if the things they did in bed weren't contributing to that, then Yato didn't want them either.

If this was as far as she could manage, Yato was satisfied with that. He could take the loss and just focus on loving her as usual; he was more than turned on enough already.

He kissed the inside of her knee, meaning to tell her they could stop now, but the feeling of his breath on her skin seemed to give her the courage she needed and she acted before he could get the words out.

Breathing hard, she took her fore and middle fingers and slipped them into herself. She moaned slightly, her hand gripping her breast desperately. Her brow was sweaty, her hair sticking to her face, and Yato couldn't help a shuddering groan as her fingers spread apart, giving him the most perfect look at her clit and the trembling, slick pinkness of her cunt. He shivered violently, awed by her determination and the sheer nerve she must have fought to gather just to comply with his selfish request. He couldn't take his eyes off her as he thought of the pleasure to come, when he would finally let her wrap herself around him, that wetness coating him as he buried himself inside her one delicious inch at a time.

"Fuck," he hissed, his voice breaking. "I can't do this, I need a minute..." He turned away from her, fighting every instinct he had not to come all over himself. He was able to go at most two or three times in a row, and he was not about to waste a single orgasm outside her body.

"Y-Yato...?" she asked, letting herself go as she sat up, watching him with concern. "D-Did I do something... d-did I do i-it wrong?"

He shook his head almost violently. "No, you did everything right," he said, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I'm just... I don't think you understand what you're doing to me right now."

"B-but- I haven't done anything to you," she said, bewildered. "All I've done is follow your... y-your instructions..."

He laughed, a slightly crazed, harsh sort of sound. "Exactly. You have no idea, Hiyori, I'm this close to losing it. I want to just take you already, I can't stand it."

Hiyori flushed, hugging her knees to her chest. "Y-you can, if you don't want to p-play anymore," she said in a tiny, overwhelmed voice.

"Hell no. Not yet," he said firmly, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "I promised you a reward, and I meant it."

"I don't mind-"

"But I do," he insisted. "I'm fine, I just need a second to get my shit together," he told her truthfully. He took several deep breaths, closing his eyes and trying to think of anything but her. It was pretty much impossible, but at least removing her from his vision seemed to help ease his desire a little bit. He sighed, relieved, and turned back to her. "Sorry. I'm okay now, so... since you've been so sweet and good for me, it's time for your first reward."

"Y-You're sure, Yato?" Hiyori asked, wavering slightly between desire and concern. She was painfully curious to know what he had in mind for his so-called 'rewards,' but Hiyori felt rather guilty watching him force himself like that. She wanted to be with him, to love him and make him feel loved, and she knew his aramitama was making it very difficult for him to keep his head. Causing him distress was the last thing she wanted.

"Mhm," he said, giving her a sweet, boyishly cheeky smile. Her heart fluttered in her chest, captivated by the warmth and affection shining through the primal hunger in his eyes. She could barely function when he looked at her like that, like she was the divine and desirable one instead of him. "Very sure. Ready?"

"O-okay..."

"Lie down," he instructed, and when she did he pressed another gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh. Hiyori shivered, thinking he was going to touch her, but instead he merely settled down and let his hand linger on her ankle.

"I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now," he breathed, his eyes full of complex emotions.

"D-don't say things like that!" she protested, hyper-aware of her nudity and the shameless display she was giving him. Yato had seen her naked plenty of times before, but this was different, more intense somehow. He'd never looked at her like this without touching or kissing her at the same time. She felt exposed to the quick, and she couldn't decide if she wanted to hide for the rest of her life or never look away from the awe in his expression.

"It's true," he said, and there was no teasing undertone to his voice. His hand ran up and down over her femur gently, his eyes thoughtful and far away.

"'If fields of autumn flowers

can shed their blossoms, shameless,

why can’t I also frolic here --- as fearless,

wild and blameless?'"

he recited suddenly, surprising her.

"What?" she asked, confused.

"It's a waka," he explained. "Ono no Komachi, before my time... It's about... well, it's about how women have all these societal expectations that prevent them from expressing themselves, from enjoying simple pleasures that men don't have to deny themselves... But you know what, I'll tell you more about all the literary bits later," he said, his crystalline blue irises glowering with heat as he studied her with all the focus of a starving predator, his lip slightly pulled in at the corner as he bit on it. "All you need to know right now is that you're allowed to enjoy this... and I really hope you are, cause the game isn't even close to over yet."

Hiyori flushed, warmed by the words, despite her apprehension. "I-I am... Yato," she said softly.

"Perfect," he said happily, though his eyes remained as full of unbridled lust as ever.

She took a sharp intake of breath, waiting.

"... Alright, we've delayed long enough. Here's your next order," he said firmly a moment later, his eyes glinting with new determination, something oddly... selfless, impossible as that seemed when she could still see the blatant yearning in his expression, when she could see one of his fists clenching tightly just shy of the thick bulge in his pants. "You're going to touch yourself, Hiyori. Your chest and your slit at the same time, and you're going to let me watch."

She burned so hot she could feel it sink into the mattress and the sheets under her, only to radiate right back at her and raise her temperature significantly. "T-That's a reward for you!" she accused indignantly.

"I will absolutely enjoy it," he admitted, without even a hint of shame. "But I won't do anything except watch, I promise. This is just for you. I'll get what I want soon enough," he said easily, "once you've earned it." She whimpered at the purr in his voice and involuntarily moved her ankle as though she meant to tug it away from his touch. "No, Hiyori, stay right where you are," he scolded. "I'm still waiting... Or are you really going to give up so soon? You haven't even heard about what I'm planning to do to you next-"

"S-Stupid, idiot, pervert!" she groaned, fighting the urge to hide her face in the crook of her arm. Yato was particular about eye contact when they were having sex; he never allowed her to hide her expression for longer than a moment before he went through a great deal of trouble to try and coax her back out to look at him.

"Not your best cache of insults," he noted with a smirk, bending in to lick and suck on the inside of her thigh, a spot just under her dripping wet sex. She felt the familiar burning sting of a kiss mark, and Hiyori was completely under his spell again as her body ached and craved to feel him inside her.

"Yato," she moaned, but instead of encouraging him forward, her voice merely seemed to remind him that they had an agenda to follow. He grinned at the sound but shook his head slowly at her, pulling back.

"Still a little early to be calling my name, don'tcha think?" he asked innocently. "But if you're that desperate, you'd better pick up the pace, Hiyori... or you might miss your chance to get the proper fucking that you so thoroughly deserve."

Every single one of her muscles clenched painfully at his filthy language and drew out another high pitched cry from deep within her chest.

"Come on," he encouraged, almost gently. "It's easy, just reach right down, I know you can do it... There you go," he said smoothly as she shakily allowed her hand to trail down her belly. "Let's start with just one finger... and remember, you have to let me watch everything," he insisted.

"Y-You don't have to just watch," she muttered, turning away from him to hide her embarrassment. "I... I don't mind... i-if you join..."

"Damn, that is tempting," he muttered under his breath, his hand twitching in the direction of his covered erection. But then he stilled and took a deep breath, and she distinctly saw him grit his teeth and firmly shake himself back to focus. "N-No, this is for you, Hiyori, and I think you're misunderstanding a little. I'm not denying myself anything, I'm just waiting for the right moment... and It's not like being a spectator is a punishment, either," he explained, his nose slightly reddening as he smiled at her. "I want to watch you," he said. "I love seeing you come, and it's not just about me getting excited over it. Gods exist to make people happy, remember?"

"E-Even so..."

"Don't worry about me," he said, scooting closer to kiss her navel and then her thigh with gentle pressure. "Just let me help you feel good, before we get started on earning your next reward."

Hiyori gave a small shiver at his voice. "H-How many times are you planning on making me c-come?" she asked, her voice so thick with blatant thirst that it made Yato throb desperately under his boxers.

Shit... Breathe, Yato, he told himself as he forced himself to give her his best, most seductive smile as he pretended he wasn't on the brink of a disastrous nosebleed (or worse) from the unbearable pressure of his heart thudding viciously in his breast.

"Y-You'll see. Now, open up, let me see that pretty, pink cunt."

Closing her eyes tightly, Hiyori drew a shaky breath but nevertheless slightly widened the angle of her hips as she reached between her legs again. Her finger paused at her opening, unsure.

"Is... Is this really that exciting to watch?" she asked in a soft voice.

"You have no idea," he admitted with a low growl. "I'm in actual pain from how hard I am. Looking at you like this is so fucking hot I can barely take it... but this is not about me right now," he reminded himself out loud. "I want you to relax, Hiyori, to feel as good as I can help you feel. Don't think about what I wanna do, just think about and do what feels best for you. I'm right here to help you along. Go on... just enjoy it, have fun. It is a game, after all..."

He saw her eyes flick up at him as though she'd just grasped something life-changing.

That's right, he assured her silently, smoothing his fingers over the curve of her ankle. Sex is supposed to be fun too. I tease you and make you laugh as much as I can for a reason, and it ain't just to get us both off... It isn't just an expression of love, either. It's an experience, and it's supposed to be whatever you want to make of it, it can be lots of different things at once... just like we are to one another, he thought with a warm twinge of affection as he offered her a reassuring smile. It's okay to have fun, Hiyori.

She bit her lip and he could practically see the thoughts clicking into place as she gave herself a tiny nod of permission.

That's my girl.

As soon as she'd gathered her nerve, she touched the inside of her opening with a small, longing noise, and he watched with awe as she moved it up to her clit, using her own lubrication to rub herself. She let out a heavy breath, her eyes lidded, as her other hand began to tweak and pinch at her still-wet nipple. Despite her obvious embarrassment, her legs spread much wider as she found the most pleasurable spot, and she threw her head back with a low moan as her finger traced a slow circle around her clit.

He was learning so much, he couldn't breathe. He could see every single fold, every ridge and ring of muscle trembling and gaping desperately for something, anything, to fill her up until she couldn't take it anymore. She was a little rough with her breast now, pulling and pinching harder than he'd ever dared, and he noticed with pleased surprise that she favored the right side of her clit, rubbing it longer and more intensely there. Her breath hitched as she dipped back between her folds again, her mouth parted as she reached deep into herself.

"Raise your hips," he told her harshly. "Let me see your fingers work."

She groaned but obeyed, and his erection throbbed as he saw her finger vanish into the depths.

"H-How does it feel?" He asked, his throat dry.

"Ahh... G-good... Really good, Yato..."

"It looks good," he admitted. "You're getting so wet..."

His words seemed to have effect on her because she gave a harsh sound and he saw a spasm tighten around her finger and travel down her thighs.

"You like that?" He chuckled. "I think you might be the real pervert, Hiyori."

"Sh-shut up," she groaned.

"I'm the one giving the orders, remember?" He teased. "Come on, go a little faster. Really get in there."

Wet sounds and heavy panting filled her bedroom.

"Hah, hah... Yato ..."

"Add another finger," he purred, laying a hand on her thigh. She faltered at his touch and her eyes found his. "I'm right here, don't look away."

She swallowed hard, her whole body tensing as she slipped in another finger and her belly trembled.

"How's that?" he asked, watching breathlessly as her fingers were swallowed up, creamy wetness gathering in the joints.

"Y-Yato..." She moaned pitifully.

"Harder, like I'm the one inside you."

Her back arched as the sounds became louder and more deliciously uneven. She rocked her hips back into the futon as she gasped, the hand at her breast stilling as her whole focus went into her fingers pumping hard and fast into her core.

"Oh. Yato... Yato...!"

"Wow... you're dripping, Hiyori... Look how enthusiastic you are," he said, his own voice trembling as he fought to stay in control. "I wish you could see how deeply you're fucking yourself. It's amazing... You're amazing... Fuuuck... I wanna come inside you so much, I want to feel that delicious unbearable sensation your fingers are feeling right now... You're so hot and tight inside. So unbelievably wet... Can you feel it, Hiyori...? Can you remember what it feels like when it's me moving inside you?"

His words visibly added to her pleasure. She was almost crying now, faint tears gathering in her eyes as the gasping became desperate.

"Just a little more, just a bit faster," he urged, his hands gripping her thighs and holding them open as her muscles started to tense and naturally tried to close up. Her toes clenched into the sheets, tugging them taut. "You're almost there, I can see it, you're squeezing so hard... just like you squeeze me, how you pull me in all the way into your belly and greedily try to hold me there until you can't do anything but call my name, until I'm all but fighting to bury every part of me in that pure, goddamn heavenly, fucking nirvana of a cunt-"

"Y-Ya...! AH! AH! YATO!!"

"That's it, let me see you come, Hiyori," he said hoarsely, and she did, with a wanton shriek of a cry, her entire body seizing up as her arm reached for the pillow behind her, clenching it hard in her fist as tremors wracked her body and her legs writhed against him.

He almost came with her without even stroking himself, just from the pure lewdness of her fingers buried in that sweet pink flesh. He flicked his eyes over her in awe, trying to memorize every single detail, the way her breasts were heaving, how hard and thickened her nipples looked after all that fondling, how violently her stomach muscles contracted in her protracted orgasm. It lasted for a full minute, a trickle of saliva spilling from the side of her open mouth as she gave several heaving gasps and one final, raw wail of ragged pleasure escaped her lips.

She suddenly went limp, and one of her legs collapsed as it slid against the sheets. Her fingers came free of their own accord, the sheer wetness coating them helping them to slide out effortlessly. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed with sweat and exertion, and Yato couldn't take it anymore. He got onto his hands and knees and crawled forward between her thighs so he could lather whatever affectionate post-sex attention he could manage, wherever he could, knowing that Hiyori was easily aroused multiple times in a row, and that the best time to prepare her for a second round was to take advantage of her lingering, heightened sensitivity to leave as many kiss marks, soft bites, and firm caresses as she could handle before she was just too sensitive for it to keep feeling good... by the time her nerves calmed down, assuming Yato had done his job right, she was always ready and willing with a new coat of wetness after just a few new licks and strokes to all those over-stimulated little pleasure points. 

He sighed against her heated skin as he stopped to kiss her navel, his tongue laving at the spot under her belly button that she liked. She made a pitiful, desperate whimper, her fingers reaching into his hair, and Yato groaned at the sensation of the gentle, wet caresses against his scalp, all too aware that her hand was still covered in slick, though he doubted Hiyori had the presence of mind to remember that. It suited him fine; he didn't have to announce every kink he had. Some of them were best kept under wraps anyway, so Hiyori wouldn't get all self-aware and do everything in her power to avoid triggering them again.

Like he was gonna let that happen.

Sighing against her skin, he moved steadily up her belly and found her breast. Slowly, deliberately, he ran his tongue over her hardened tip, cleaning the delicious taste of her pleasure off one lazy lick at a time. Once he couldn't taste anything but her skin, he pressed a kiss to the tip of her nipple and moved on to the other breast, even though he knew she hadn't gotten any lubrication onto it. He spent a few minutes lathering his attention there, suckling and enjoying her over-stimulated squirming as he held her in place.

Not wanting to cause her too much distress, he finished up and crawled forward, grinning down as her eyes fluttered open to gaze at him with an unfocused, blissed-out expression.

"I told you you would enjoy that," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her. She didn't have the strength to kiss him back, but she made a soft mewling sound as he sucked at her bottom lip.

"Yato," she sighed after a few minutes.

"Hmm?"

"You're the worst."

He laughed. "You always know exactly what to say, Hiyori," he beamed warmly down at her. "But was I wrong? You're really gonna tell me that didn't feel amazing? Remember, I saw everything."

Hiyori groaned and covered her mouth with her hands. "God, it was... I-I don't even know... Why did that feel so... so...?"

"We've been down this road before," he chuckled. "You can just overuse the word 'good', you know. We're not writing an essay here, and you start running out of synonyms pretty fast, Hiyori. But I know exactly what you mean," he said, pressing a gentle contented little kiss to her cheek. "As for the why, it's psychology, actually," he explained. "It's an instinct, you know how they say that you'll feel uneasy when someone's watching you from afar? Well, in terms of sex, 'unease' and 'pleasure' are pretty intertwined. Unease makes all your nerves go on high alert, which is why you shiver when you're freaked out or why you panic waiting for a jump-scare-"

"Okay you have got to get a degree in these things if you care this much about them, Yato," she groaned. "How much research did you even do?!"

"Eh, I wouldn't call it research, more like... picking things up from a hobby," he shrugged.

"You and your hobbies," she muttered. His lips twitched with amusement but he chose not to acknowledge the comment.

"Basically, the quick answer to your question," he continued. "Is that being watched makes you extra self-aware and uneasy, which in turn makes all your physical sensations way stronger. It's not that complicated, you just have to be self-aware to know how to use it... and how to make your partner really feel it," he chuckled impishly. "So, any other questions for the doctor? Office hours will end soon, sensei has plans."

She laughed and rested her arm over her forehead as she gazed up at him with a mildly exasperated, but still amused sort of smile. "If anyone's supposed to be the doctor here, shouldn't it be the actual medical student, sensei?" she teased. "I don't need lessons on physiology, but... I do have a question for Yatogami."

"What a coincidence, he's also holding office hours," Yato sniggered as he pressed his lips to the pulse-point of her throat.

"And here I thought he had plans."

"He's executing those plans right now," he murmured as he nipped her with his teeth. "Better hurry and ask before he gets distracted."

Hiyori gave a soft snort and he was sure she was rolling her eyes.

"Okay then, kami-sama: when are you going to get back to kissing the girl currently in bed with you? She hasn't had nearly enough of that yet."

Yato grinned and kissed her, an affectionate, sweet caress before he nuzzled against her nose softly. "Hmm... well sensei thinks you can have a couple now, especially if you call him by some more of these cute, sexy little honorifics... but Yatogami would like to remind you that the game is still on, you know."

Hiyori blushed scarlet. "H-Honestly, you're never satisfied, are you?"

"Nope."

"W-Well... I don't know how you plan to top this, Yato, because I'm not going to forget it anytime soon..."

"No, you're not," he said happily as his mouth curved into a mischievous smile. "And it was fucking amazing, you have no idea how hard it was not to come all over myself, pun intended for once."

"You could have," she said, a little sadly despite the bloom of rosy color across her face. "I didn't want you not to."

"Is that sympathy I hear?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "You feeling bad cause I gave myself blue balls?"

"Yato," she scolded, but he paid her no mind.

"Good, I'm counting on it," he said with an evil smile. "You need a little break before your next reward, after all."

He brushed the hair from her brow and kissed her forehead.

"See, I did my best not to come, just so I could save it aaaall for you, Hiyori. And I've got plenty of ideas on how to do that," he said nonchalantly as she went another shade of red. "B-But, before we do anything else," he said, dropping the levity with genuine seriousness. "I do want to check in with you, Hiyori. Truthfully, this next part might be a little too much for you," he admitted. "It's... well, I don't know if you'll actually enjoy doing it... I mean, it's not painful or anything, but... I'm not really sure it does much for female pleasure, so... so If there's anything you really don't want to do-"

"I think that ship has sailed, Yato," she said, softly running her fingers over the side of his face. "And I don't... I don't mind trying something you're interested in, especially not after you spent all that effort ignoring your needs for my sake... Let me return the favor, Yato."

He gulped. "E-Even if it's super embarrassing?"

She smiled. "Now you care about embarrassment? Don't worry about that, even if i-it's really d-dirty... I-I don't care, I'll get over it... e-eventually," she said with a small shiver of apprehension. "And I'm not pushing myself," she added pointedly, placing a finger over his lips before he could say just that.

"... Sure about that?" Yato raised a brow at her and drew her fingertip into his mouth to prove a point.

But while she did make a noise and blush all over, and though he felt her shoulders trembling slightly, she didn't pull away at all.

"S-See?" she said in a tiny voice when he was finished teasing her. He stared at her in admiration. "I-I got over it."

"Fuck. You are so damned cool, Hiyori," he chuckled fondly.

"H-huh?" she asked, thrown. "I-I thought you were going to say-"

"Oh you're super cute too," he said easily. "But you're literally the bravest human I know, your courage is always flat out inspiring. Hell, I'm a damned combat god, but I could literally swoon for you right now. My heart's going a thousand miles a minute..." He leaned in to press his lips to the side of her mouth with a passionate sigh. "I'll ask you one more time though, just to be clear; are you sure you want to keep playing?" he murmured between light kisses.

Hiyori gave a mildly irked groan.

"For the last time, yes. You can stop stalling, Yato," she complained. "What do you want me to do? I want you to feel good too."

"Y-Yeah?"

"Mhm, I want to win the game," she smiled prettily. He melted at the look, his heart pounding much too fast.

"Damn it, Hiyori, I fucking loooove you! SO much!!" he whined aggressively, pulling her into a tight, childish hug that made her laugh as he covered her face in tiny kisses.

"Jeez, Yato! Enough!" she giggled after a couple of minutes. "I love you too, stupid."

"The stupid was unnecessary," he grumbled petulantly.

She took his face in her hands and pressed a soft kiss to the bridge of his nose. "Fine, then. You're ridiculous, but I love you."

Yato beamed, so happy he almost forgot the ache still pulsing in his groin.

Almost.

"You okay to continue yet?" he asked after a minute or two of gentle snuggling.

"Yes, If you are."

He nodded and kissed her again, and this time she reciprocated with equal enthusiasm, a warm gesture that was more affection than heat.

"Ok."

He climbed off her and sat expectantly at her side, watching her body's movements as she pulled the last of her clothes off her shoulders and sat across from him, fully nude and with a sensuous little blush over her cheeks as he stared at all the marks he'd left with satisfaction.

She was so pretty. So flushed and perfect... He just hoped she was as prepared as she seemed to believe... that she wouldn't hate him for what he was going to ask.

"Now what?" she asked slowly.

He cleared his throat, feeling a little guilty at her easy trust and vulnerability. "S-Seriously, Hiyori... you gotta tell me if you're ever uncomfortable, cause this part is really dirty and I don't want you to-"

"Yato," she said firmly, "I want my orders. I don't care if it's perverted and embarrassing... I want to do all of it."

He flushed and nodded. "C-Come here," he said, patting his lap.

She moved forward without hesitation and he swallowed hard at the sight of her nakedness on hands and knees.

Screw porn, this is so much fucking better, he breathed through his mouth shakily.

"Should I sit, or...?"

"Y-You're fine." He touched her cheek briefly, brushing her skin with her thumb. "You're... you're gonna need your hands for this."

She blushed and glanced down at the obvious bulge in his pants and he chuckled. Cute... but no, it's not quite that simple...

"Help me pull this off," Yato said, tugging his pants and underwear down together. She reached forward, face determined, and slid the clothes off his hips.

He was harder than he thought, and the friction of his pajamas as she tugged them over and off him made him hiss with painfully sensitive desire. His legs freed, he tugged off his own top as she watched his erection with something like surprise, her mouth open in a soft 'o' shape that made him focus a bit too hard on the wet glimmer of her lips. 

He shuddered with longing as he stiffened with a visible twitch and his hardness resettled against his navel, curled up and weeping, undeniably ready for her.

"D-Does that really fit inside me?!" she asked. Almost awed by it."All of it?"

"Y-Yeah. You... You've seen it before..." He muttered, blushing at the abnormally blunt observation from a girl who usually couldn't even say the word 'sex' with a straight face. She had touched him before, of course, but that was almost always to prepare himself before he slid between her thighs, spreading her open to move between her tight walls, and it was usually done under the covers, or at least, with the lights turned off. Actually, he didn't think she'd ever really just... sat in front of him and had a proper look before.

It made him feel extremely self-conscious all of a sudden... and then that was gone as his eyes took in the sight of her crouched over him. He focused on her skin, soft and milk-white in the glow of the moonlight, so lovely it could have been silk. Her neck and shoulders had several new marks overlapped with the fading, dark bruises of older attentions, little possessive caresses he made a point of leaving to make sure she could always tell she was his. He had a fair few of them himself spread over his chest and abdomen, a couple on his neck and one on his upper arm, and he never got tired of looking at himself in the mirror and running his fingertips over the aching proof of Hiyori's passion; he always asked her to leave at least one when they slept together, a caress he paid back in kind, with plenty more for good measure.

He was basking contentedly in the presence of those marks when he realized that there was one place he almost never remembered to brand: the unblemished expanse of her back. Yato liked being able to see Hiyori's face when they were intimate, so he rarely had a chance to lavish attention there unless he specifically remembered in the afterglow, when he sometimes curled up around her and snuggled against her back to sleep. He hadn't really paid attention to the obvious disparity in his focus, but now, his jealous, possessive instincts were firing up and he had the strongest urge to cover that pale skin in every kiss mark he could manage, right up until his lips were sore and cracked, his mouth dry... He knew when he was done, and she was much better claimed, Hiyori would be more beautiful still for the starry constellations he would paint on her skin, each a little memory of a different jolt of pleasure, of loving passion, and precious intimacy.

I'll add that to the itinerary... later, he gulped as Hiyori moved in a little closer to the pulsing flesh of his erection.

"I have, but... Never this... erect," she admitted, flushing heavily. Shyly, she raised a finger to stroke his length and he shivered, the back of his neck tingling. "It's so hard," she gasped. 'It's not always that..." she trailed off, her touch flitting lightly over his form, drawing raw electricity from the pit of his belly with each little brush.

"M-mm," Yato managed in the most strangled, embarrassed sound he thought he'd ever made. Was this how Hiyori felt when he was making blunt observations? He felt like he was going crazy. But... he could definitely see why she enjoyed it so much, even when she stubbornly pretended otherwise; it did feel uncommonly good, and he thought it must have something to do with the fact that it was a form of ceding control, a kind of surrender or a show of vulnerability that made his insides give a weightless, nervous little flip and he closed his eyes for a minute to let her voice be the only thing that mattered in his world, to let his remaining heightened senses follow her lead.

He exhaled hard as she traced her finger over the head, stopping to touch the wet, smooth, rounded tip and the little ridge where it joined to the rest. "I know this part," she said softly, rubbing her thumb over it lightly. When he opened his eyes to see what she meant, he found her caressing him with a tender smile and a flustered, loving look in her eyes. "I... I always feel it, n-near the end..." she murmured, watching her progress breathlessly. "it's like it was made for me, to stroke m-me in just the right spot..."

He swallowed thickly. "I was made for you, Hiyori."

She made a strangled sound and whipped her head up to look at him, her hands clasping over her mouth, her cheeks and nose flashing crimson as her wide, astonished eyes gazed up at him in... in adoration, he thought with a jolt. She looked so happy, so touched and overwhelmed by his words that his heart skipped several beats and he felt a sympathetic blush spread over her shoulders, his neck, his face...

"Oh... Yato," she breathed as she shakily lowered her hands. "I... I..." she paused to hug herself slightly, her chest heaving. "P-Please..." she begged, her eyes brimming with fierce longing. "T-Tell me, I n-need to know what you w-want me to d-do."

He felt his throat close up and had to remember it was part of the game, that she was asking for his orders...

"C-Come closer," he said, a rough, desirous whisper.

She settled right between his legs, her lips trembling as he leaned in to kiss them, to take them between his own, her shaky breath scalding his mouth as he allowed himself one brief moment to glide his fingertips over her breast. She moaned into the kiss, and Yato had to break it off before he forgot everything else.

He rubbed his knuckles nervously against his sternum to try and center himself, and then he leaned back on his hands slowly, offering her a small, weak smile as he tried to give her more space. "R-Ready?"

"Yes...I am..."

"T-Then... t-take your hands and put them on your breasts," he instructed, steadying his voice as best he could. She seemed surprised.

"Yato?"

"Just do it."

She straightened up, confused, but placed her hands over her nipples.

"More to the sides," he told her. "Gather them up, bring them forward."

She pushed the weight of them together, forming a perfect line of cleavage.

"Like this?"

He nodded, licking his lips at the sight. "Keep them together like that, and bend down."

She did. And seemed to realize what he wanted as her whole face went red all over again.

"W-will that even feel g-good?" she asked, uncertain. "I... don't even think they're big enough to... all the way..." she finished under her breath, glancing down at her chest with a pained, clearly self-conscious expression.

Oh no. I fucking hate society's stupid insistence on tanking girls' self-esteem so much... fuck...

"Hiyori, no, please don't look like that, don't... You're beautiful," he insisted sadly, reaching to slide his palm reassuringly against her cheek. "You're perfect the way you are. There's not a single thing about you I'd change."

"B-But, they s-say i-it's... that men like it better if they're b-bigger..." she whispered.

"Who says? Idiots?" he scoffed. "And who gives a shit about men? Society and men as a whole can fuck right the hell off, and they can take their shitty opinions with them. When it comes to you, Hiyori, I'm the only guy who gets a say in this, and I love your body in every single way. Not because of your measurements, or how curvaceous you are, or any of that. I love it because it's you, and even if you had absolutely no tits at all, you would still be perfect to me. 

"Besides, I never want you to feel inadequate because you're afraid of what other people might think, not even me. But since I am a god, and you're the girl I love, then I want you to know that if you have to believe someone else's opinion, then just believe in me, Hiyori, the man who actually cares about you."

He smiled softly as she raised a hand to hold his in place and she nuzzled her cheek shyly into his palm, clearly relieved by his words.

"I-I believe you," she murmured, kissing his palm the way he liked to do for her.

"Good," he said warmly letting her go. "Cause I think you're stunning, just the way you are. And for the record, you have an extremely pretty chest, of a perfectly lovely size, and they're just the right heft and weight for my hands... and... a-and they just feel so fucking good in pretty much any context I can think of," he added in a rush, flushing, unable to keep the words to himself.

Hiyori gave an exasperated little groan, her whole body pinking up in a sweet, not-quite-blush that made Yato want to kiss every warm nook and crevice of her. She paused to tuck the loose waves of her hair behind her ears, the bridge of her nose still burning as brightly as his.

"Y-You really think so?" she asked softly, letting her fingers trail down over herself to cup her right breast in her palm with cute nervousness. "I... I really, really like it when you t-touch me here," she admitted, growing steadily redder as she stared down at the bed and her shoulders shook slightly. "You always... you make me feel so good, so wanted, so pretty... It makes me incredibly happy that... that you like touching me like that too..." she mumbled. "B-But I like it even more w-when..."

"W-When I kiss them and use my tongue, I know, Hiyori," Yato shivered at the thought. "I do keep track of your reactions, and those are always some of the best ones."

She glanced up at him with an overwhelmed sort of longing. "Y-You're sure it will feel good if we do this?" she asked, returning her hands to the positions he'd asked for. "I just want to give you what you gave me, Yato..."

"I'm not sure, actually... but... I want to find out," he said truthfully. "If... If that's okay. And if for whatever reason you d-don't like it, or it doesn't do it for me, we'll have learned something new, right?"

Hiyori nodded. "Okay, I trust you," she said with a gentle smile that made Yato's mouth go dry.

"G-Good. Move onto me, grip me tight," he said, his voice slightly higher than normal as he settled back on his arms.

She held her breasts together firmly as she lowered herself onto him, and he made a strangled sound as the soft, warm flesh touched his bare skin. She let him push through her cleavage instead of gathering him up, and the sensation was so strange, but so fucking good, that he could barely keep himself together.

"Hahh... Like that," he groaned. "Oh, fuck, yes..."

Her eyes looked up at his reaction and he saw the most ardent, joyful look cross her reddened features, which of course just made him feel even more desperate for her touch.

"It's... it does feel good?" she asked softly, as if she had to make sure, or like she was asking-

For praise, he realized, remembering that it was something she'd just gotten extremely turned on by.

"S-So, so good, HIyori," he moaned through a tremor. "Your skin feels so hot..."

She seemed to grow warmer around him, her eyes fixed on the shape of him held almost entirely contained between her soft, thoroughly kiss-marked cleavage, the contrast between the red little circles his mouth had left behind and the natural paleness of her skin forming a pleasing, lovely pattern. As far as Yato was concerned, it was a work of art.

"Y-You too, Yato," she murmured. "You're r-really warm... it's m-making my heart race..."

Shit, I think she was made for me every bit as much as I for her, he groaned inwardly as she squeezed him tightly and he felt exactly how fast her pulse was going.

"M-Move them up and down," he ordered as soon as he steadied his breath, watching with pure greed as her soft tits enveloped him, her nipples pert and still a bit swollen. "if you need a bit of lubrication-"

"It's o-okay. I think it feels good enough like this, I like it," she said, her voice full of awed warmth as she watched him slide against her. "O-Oh, but, d-do you need any?" she asked, glancing up at him as she hastily checked his expression.

"N-No, I'm kinda leaking any- fuuuck," he tensed as she started moving, and unintentionally smeared that very slickness across the head and onto her skin... and then it was reapplied to his shaft, from base to tip, drawing even more of his fluid from the throbbing depths with each wet little sound of her moving against him... He automatically focused on the purposeful movement of her hands, the pleasing way her hands pushed and squeezed her own flesh, and he suddenly realized she was actually going out of her way to let her fingers rub against the hardened points of her nipples whenever she moved. Her tiny, breathy little moans only augmented the eroticism of watching the hardness of his member bury itself into her chest and between her cleavage, pushing up from underneath to rest right over her sternum before he was dragged deliciously back through that perfect valley to go again...

It wasn't as tight as her insides, but the softness was incredible, like he was fucking the softest, most feathery pair of clouds, but so much lovelier, so much more titillating, which, he thought with a stupid, pleased, hazy sort of smile, was a pretty apt description. 

He breathed, becoming more measured as Hiyori's movements began to stabilize into a proper rhythmic motion, helped by the beads of sweat now forming and trailing down between her breasts, mesmerizing and gratifyingly sensual as each drop trickled onto and over his trembling shaft. Her palms squeezed firmly, a repeated, almost adorably bouncy movement as she pushed up, then let gravity restore the fluid, teardrop shape of her curves and her fingers spread wide, taking just a small moment to fondle herself as she prepared to do it all over again. It was really nice, just feeling her rub and stretch around him like that... not just hot and sexually satisfying, which, it definitely was... but just... nice. The way he felt when he was in a good mood and his skin thrummed with the enjoyment of the smallest, sweetest details of what made life worth living... The sun warming his face, the breeze teasing his hair, the relaxed, contented sound of his household laughing in the other room while his eyes drifted closed to savor it all.

Just that was more than enough to declare this particular round of the game perfect, but Hiyori was definitely going to need another reward soon, cause the heat and friction alone were also plenty good.

Not bad, he thought, glad he would be able to ride it out a bit longer. I can save it for her next-

He meant to have her do that for a bit before moving on, but Hiyori suddenly took the initiative and without waiting for an order, she bent her head and took him into her mouth, her warm tongue caressing the slit of his tip.

He cried out in complete shock, almost falling back as his vision went dark, his whole world reduced to the heat of her breasts and the ridiculously skilled ministrations of her lips.

Oh f-FUCK! H-How- WHEN d-did she learn-?! HAH!!

"Ah! H-Hiyori, Hiyori!!" he cried, twitching so hard against the roof of her mouth that it hurt. His hands fisted into the sheets, his whole body nothing but liquid, searing flame, his stomach almost cramping from the visceral spasms she drew out of him. "Fuck, n-nnnn, Hiyori, that's- HAH!! D-Don't stop, don't-!!"

She hummed against him with satisfaction and that also sent a tremor down his spine as his breath became a series of harsh gasps and he seemed to forget how to form words.

She sucked lovingly at him, running her tongue over the head and under the shaft as she began to match the rhythm of his cries. She abandoned her breasts after a minute, but that only made it better as she took him in deeper and her fingers wrapped around him, stroking firmly. She started to moan into him, and he could barely believe it when she started rocking back and forth, using her momentum to take him in at the apex of each stroke, her beautiful lips gliding tightly over his hardness, leaving trails of hot saliva that only made Yato want to 'help' her in her determination to taste as much of him as she physically could, to feel his cock pulsing against her soft tongue while he hit the back of her throat with abandon... 

But there really wasn't any need, Hiyori was doing far too good a job all on her own.

He bent forward, unable to handle what she was doing to him, his hands burying into her hair, shaky fingers winding distressingly around the glossy strands as she picked up her pace, and before he knew it he was bucking hard into her mouth, and she was making sounds so obscene, so lewd as she tightened the pressure of her lips and tongue, and fucking hell, this woman was milking him of every groan and whimper, and he loved, no, he worshiped the way her mouth moved, and he was gonna fuck her senseless, fuck her into the most mind-numbing orgasm she'd ever had if he could just-!

A loud, desperate cry tore out of him as Hiyori made a small choking noise but made no move to pull free of his desperate hold on her hair. He felt her tongue and throat convulse as she swallowed with a sigh of pleasure and finally released him, silvery wetness glistening on her darkened, ruby lips as his cock slipped wetly over her chin and onto her breasts for a second before she carefully pulled away, his hands reluctantly disentangling from her rumpled hair as she sat up.

"How... how was that?" she asked, her cheeks bright red as she ran her thumb over a trickle of his release left on the edge of her jaw. Her brown eyes seemed to sparkle, were so so goddamn irresistible, and to top it all off, she looked so damned pleased with herself. Like she had just discovered god.

So to speak.

He couldn't look away from her, eyes wide, his heart thundering in his ears and over his flushed, clammy skin as he panted breathlessly and was made painfully aware of his cum, glistening white in little specks and splotches over her chest, the kiss-marks, her nipples, and even smeared across the side of her face, where he guessed she'd tried to wipe it off and only spread it further. She'd swallowed almost all of it, but even those little drops on her skin...

"Holy shit," he managed after a moment. "Y-you didn't have to do that-!"

"I wanted to, I really did," she smiled at him, all love and warmth. "And... it actually felt really good for me too..." she blushed, and he could definitely believe it, because when he glanced down at her thighs the little gap where they met was suspiciously, amazingly slick, her wetness glistening invitingly. "I thought it might be a little... not gross, but... something I had to just... get used to," she explained, combing her fingers through the tousled mess he'd made of her hair in that nervous, adorable way she did when she couldn't quite bring herself to look at him. "But actually... you taste really... It's like... your scent... but with a form..." she murmured, almost to herself as she let her eyes wander back between his legs and a gentle smile spread over her darkened lips. "I actually... I like it a lot," she admitted, oddly serene as she reached down thoughtlessly to brush her fingers over the leftover semen still on his skin and wipe it away. "I'll happily accept this reward," she said, licking her fingers clean with little cat-like flicks of her tongue, focused on her task until she felt his stunned gaze and her eyes suddenly flicked up at him.

"W-What is it?" she asked, apparently a little surprised at the frozen awe on his face as she finished running her tongue over the back of her knuckles. She reached for the last little wet trace between her thumb and forefinger, needing to stretch them out and maneuver her tongue deep into the crease to lap it up, apparently oblivious to how angelic, how desirable and seductive she looked to him in that moment. "D-Did I do something wrong?" she hesitated when he just continued to stare with pure disbelief etched on his face.

"Hiyori-" he breathed, feeling weak and impossibly light and something about his tone of voice must have struck a chord because she seemed to realize he was just trying to regain his senses.

"O-Oh... I see," she giggled into the back of her hand with a delicate shade of red settling over her skin as she glanced up at him, a little shyly through her lashes, but clearly content and unbearably cute in her relaxed, happy movements. "Was that a good enough reward for you too, my god?" she asked, her nose wrinkling with satisfaction as she leaned in to rest her forehead to his and smiled warmly at the sound of his startled little whine as she moved closer to caress his face and neck.

"H-Hi..." he stammered, completely at her mercy. He couldn't think at all, she was everything, and she was so so close, those same lips and that soft tongue that had just been wrapped around his member now hovering so close that he could probably taste himself if his tongue were to dart forward and pry open her mouth-

"You look so cute right now, Yato," she sighed sweetly as she kissed the side of his mouth and he gave a terribly low, drawn out moan that made her eyes light up. "I think I finally understand why you always get so much enjoyment out of doing things like this for me even though... though they're incredibly embarrassing," she murmured in a surprisingly clear voice, letting her nose touch his. "But that was... I-I didn't know I could feel so good from seeing you like that... i think I really love doing this for you, I w-want to do it again sometime... Make you feel even better... And I had a lot of fun..." she teased with a soft nip of her lips against his.

He couldn't believe how easily she was saying these incredibly dirty, suggestive things! It was like she was a completely different person, like the experience of pleasuring him, of drinking down his... his... Yato shivered at the memory, his skin tingling with the vibration of her breath and voice as she nosed along the line of his jaw...

Had it really been that good for her?! He knew lots of girls did actually derive pleasure from performing oral, but he'd always thought it would be too much for Hiyori, never even considered asking such an indecent thing of her, an act that she would surely hate, that was way too inappropriate for her to handle.

Then again... He'd once thought that about sleeping with her in general, and she definitely wasn't a passive lover... Was this just what she looked and acted like when she was stimulated right past her usual inhibitions? Or was this some magic effect of the game they were still playing?

"M-mm, I-I'm glad," he managed to say as he finally grasped the smallest thread of thought that allowed him to fake coherent intelligence. He gave a deep sigh as he brought her into a proper embrace and hid in the sweet scent of her hair, which always smelled different, more enticing after sex. He loved that scent, the way she seemed to take on some of his own smell, the way the strands were impregnated with the remnants of her sweat, her pleasure, of their coupling... It made his whole body ache with the yearning of holding her close for the rest of his life. "I-I thought y-you'd hate that, so I never..."

"I thought I wouldn't like it either," she admitted breathlessly, her fingers trailing softly down and over his back, coming to rest in the dip between the shoulder blades. "I've never been so happy to be so wrong," she hummed into the edge of his Adam's apple, clearly content. "But..."

"But...?" he asked, tensing when she paused. I knew it, something bothered her, his stomach ached guiltily. But Hiyori didn't seem any less relaxed as she spoke her next words.

"But..." she repeated, drawing it out as he felt her lips trail up the side of his neck. "That was actually two acts, you know... two rounds... which means you now owe me a reward, Yatogami-sama," she whispered into his ear, and Yato almost fainted when her tongue ran from the edge of his jaw and up across his cheek.

He yelped in visceral shock and she stifled a little giggle against his jaw.

"W-What is happening?!" he cried, his voice hopelessly strangled, his blood pounding so hard in his ears that he felt feverish and overwhelmed.

She pulled back quickly, blinking up at him with confusion.

"Huh, what do you mean? We're playing the game, remember...?" she said slowly, concern creasing her brow. "Are... are you okay, Yato?" she asked hesitantly, the alarm in her face deepening by the second.

"No, I'm not!! Where did my sweet, flustered Hiyori go?!" he cried, too worked up to really notice how ridiculous and nonsensical he sounded.

Hiyori stiffened for a second and burst into a new fit of bright, clear laughter.

"Don't be so dramatic, Yato!" she said with a small, loving smile. "I'm right here, I've been here all along, idiot... I just picked up some of your tricks, is all," she said, her much more familiar pink-tinged cheeks and soft, warm eyes easing him back from whatever momentary insanity had lured him into its grip. "And I guess I am feeling a little more relaxed, but I'm just... I'm really happy right now, so... A-and you were the one who told me I shouldn't deny myself... that I should have fun... So I'm trying... I'm doing my best... is that so strange?" she asked, flicking the hair out of his eyes playfully.

"N-No, b-but..."

"I'm still me, I'm even still embarrassed, if I'm being honest..." she admitted, clearing her throat. "I just... I didn't want to care about it while showing you... showing my patron deity... that sometimes... sometimes all I want is to prove my devotion to you, in the same way you always prove yours to me, Yato."

That was the last straw.

His aramitama seized control as he pulled her flush into a crushing embrace, already hard again just from her words and the sight of her sitting there naked with proof of his orgasm lingering on her lips and breasts...

You're mine, he thought, his thoughts sharper, more focused and intense than usual, and every single one of them involved making Hiyori scream his name... loud enough to wake the entire damn neighborhood, if he could manage it.

"No more games, Hiyori," he whispered harshly. "I'm going to make sure I fuck you so deeply you're never going to be the same again."

She cried out with shock as he roughly reached behind her to grope her ass. His fingers sunk into the softness of her thighs as he spread her open and kneaded her flesh between his palms.

"Y-Yato!?"

Yes, yes, like that...! Call my name, more, louder!

He pressed himself into the crease of her with a harsh grunt, rutting against her wet entrance, against her clit as he grasped and squeezed her, drawing her hips into his desire, loving the obscene sound of her cunt stretching and pulling wetly as he rubbed her soaked lips up and down the length of his cock without actually penetrating her-

" W-Wait!"

Her shocked, desperate cry brought him crashing down so fast he almost felt sick.

He immediately gasped and let her go, scrambling away from her until his back hit the headboard.

"O-Oh, shit, I'm so fucking sorry, I'm sorry! Please tell me I didn't, I... I didn't... Did I hurt you, Hiyori?!" he asked desperately, shaking with fear and the still-desperate ache of lust.

She gave him a horrified look and threw her arms around his neck with an urgent, deeply apologetic squeeze as she clung to him with her whole self.

"No, no, of course not, Yato! That's not- you didn't hurt me at all!! You didn't even scare me, I was just so... so startled!" she reassured him frantically, reaching up to caress his face, her expression full of alarmed concern. "I-It just... It felt so good, my head went blank, and I j-just... It was a reflex, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

His face flushed immediately, and he let his hands slide around her waist with a tight embrace to stop himself from doing anything else.

"N-no, I'm the one who should be apologizing Hiyori!" He groaned, shutting his eyes closed as he firmly placed his hands at the small of her back, determined not to move an inch from that safe patch of skin. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I got... I lost control-" Had he been anything but a combat god caught in bloodlust the sheer guilt and fear would have completely softened him, but since he was fighting off his inner demons... He would not move on pain of death, he swore to himself through gritted teeth.

"Don't apologize! You have never hurt me like that!" she gasped with alarm. "if anything, you just proved that even when you lose control, when your aramitama gets the better of you, you will come back to me. I trust you with my life, Yato... so... so..." her voice trembled, uncertain.

"Hiyori...?" he asked, tense. He half expected her to start crying, so he was more than a little thrown by the heated whisper of her response.

"You don't have to hold back so much... Y-You can be a l-little rougher with me, i-if you w-want..." she mumbled. "I'm more than ready right n-now... and I won't... won't break..."

Yato could barely believe what he was hearing.

"I-Is that what you want?!" he demanded, thinking dizzily back to all the things she'd ever said or done in bed with him. She'd never said anything directly but... other than her initial shame and penchant for getting adorably overwhelmed...

"S-Sometimes," she whispered.

He swallowed hard. "Are you sure, Hiyori? I might not be able t-to stay in control in the heat of it- I c-can't take it back if I m-mess up-"

"Mm, I don't want you to hold b-back right now..." she flushed. "Y-You have my consent, Yato... All of it."

He gaped at her, his body tightening with desperation, and then he was all lust again, nothing but a beast in heat. He pushed her back roughly onto the bed, some inner voice of his yelping in worry, but there was no fear in Hiyori's longing gaze as he held a wrist over her head (not that hard, admittedly, she could easily break out of that and beat him to a pulp if she really wanted to, but they had been playing a game all night, and there wasn't any reason why they couldn't keep playing, even without all the... the rules... or rewards... or...)

Yato mentally smacked himself, annoyed.

SCREW IT, WHO EVEN CARES?! WHATEVER, IT WASN'T EVEN A PARTICULARLY WELL THOUGHT OUT GAME!! AND I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT IT RIGHT NOW-

Hiyori smiled up at what must have been his rather unhinged, conflicted expression and let her palm slide over his ribs to rest against his heart.

"Yato, relax," she said, repeating the same words he'd used with her earlier. "Don't overthink it... just do what feels best, I'm right here..." she murmured. "I promise you won't hurt me, and you know you won't, or you wouldn't still be worrying about it. Even if the specifics are different, even if we're trying something new... you still know all about this part, and I know you, I trust you, and I trust the experience you've carefully built up in loving me all these months, because I love you, you stupid, sweet, idiot."

He took a heavy breath, and everything seemed to slow down as he refocused only on her gentle expression and the sound of his heart beating for her, one tightening, sharp pulse of love and desire at a time, until he finally understood what Hiyori was really asking of him.

He didn't have to fight anything, he could grant her wish, make her feel better than she ever had before, be a bit more possessive, even, and it would all be fine.

Because he loved her. He knew her, he'd made love to her so many times over the past few months that he knew her body better than anyone, knew her reactions and her tells, knew when she wanted to stop, when she wanted to go a second time, or a third...

He loved her more than anything. And that always won out.

He exhaled, counting down from ten with measured steps, and let himself just...

Be the god he was, unbridled heat and desperate want, simple happiness and joy in action, and above all else, stronger than the aramitama and the dark wish that had made him, his choice to be more, to be better. That was his truest, deepest nature.

He was a god that knew how to love.

And just like the waka he'd recited to try and explain that there was no reason for Hiyori to feel ashamed about herself, the words were just as easily meant for him and his self-doubt. He didn't need to hide himself away, or pretend he was only one of the many sides that made up his identity. Not even in the throes of blood-lust, in the darkest corner of his identity that he still called Yaboku, was there a single part of Yato that didn't love and ache for Hiyori, that didn't think about her first.

"Hiyori, just... make sure you tell me if I'm hurting you," he said firmly. She nodded, a gleam of relief and excitement reflecting back up at him as he gave in and wasted no time pulling her into a breathless, heavy kiss.

His hand wandered down to check her readiness and he gave a low growl of animalistic pleasure against her tongue when he found his fingers slipped right into her, and she made that perfect, adorable, shaky little mewling breath deep in her chest that meant she was really enjoying herself.

"Sit up," he whispered harshly, allowing his fingers to feel her out, to enjoy the slickness that began trickling into his open palm.

She obeyed as soon as he pulled his hand away, and when he took her by the waist and turned her so he was facing her back, she trembled with anticipation. He kissed the back of her neck and shoulders, determined to leave his marks, just as he'd wanted earlier. She sighed with obvious pleasure, and when his hands wrapped around to cup her breasts firmly, she arched her entire self back to lie against his shoulder, breathing harshly into his mouth as he ravaged her lips and did his best to take everything he'd learned about her during their game and apply it into his caresses, into the way he stroked and pinched and tugged, and then ran his fingertips over her arched belly and rubbed his forefinger against her clit in exactly the way she liked.

"Y-Yato, ah... I... I..." she moaned senselessly, one of her hands reaching back to tug his hair while the other found his trembling erection against her thigh and began stroking him up and down his entire length.

He hissed, desperate to have her at last.

"This will be deeper than usual," he warned as he helped her sit up properly and brushed the hair off her shoulder to lightly suck against the nape of her neck, one of her strongest sensitive spots, and his last resort of a distraction before he gave in completely. "Last chance to back out, Hiyori," he murmured as she shuddered powerfully against his lips.

She turned back over her shoulder and kissed him, the same heated longing in his own breath lingering on her tongue. "Give me my reward, Yatogami-sama," she murmured into his mouth. "All of it. And don't you dare stop until you do."

He grew so hard at her words he could barely stand it.

"Be careful what you wish for, love," he whispered harshly into her ear. "Or I might just have to fuck that pretty little cunt raw." He bit down on her earlobe, enjoying her heated cry, and thrust two curled up fingers into her without warning, rough and grasping, feeling out every velvety tight, wet spasm as he probed and spread and let her little moans guide his movements until he was sure she was ready for him.

"You are mine, Hiyori," he growled into the nape of her neck. "And you're about to find out exactly how I reward my most loyal, my most obedient, most beautifully giving follower... and I expect to be thanked for every second of it."

"Y-Yes... please..." she gasped. "T-Thank you, Yato-sama, tha- ah!!!"

He tore his fingers out of her and all but shoved her over onto her hands and knees. As soon as he saw her wet, gaping cunt literally twitching for him, he just about lost it. He reached around her hips until his fingers found her clit, and she gasped, collapsing face-first onto her pillow. He slotted himself against her opening, pulling her back onto him as he rolled his hips forwards in one swift, rough movement that brought him as far inside her as he could reach.

The sight of her taking him in to the hilt, just like her fingers had vanished earlier, lit a fire in him, and he couldn't control the almost violent thrusts that followed as he fingered her clit with tight, rough strokes and she made unbelievable noises into the pillow, louder and more reckless by the moment. Her senseless moans kept breaking, rising and falling, her voice muffled but no less arousing, her fingers clenching the sheets with obvious pleasure as he feverishly buried himself inside her, pulled all the way out, and slammed back in with a shuddering grunt. He repeated that a few times, her cries growing louder and more helpless until he couldn't take leaving her heat anymore, until he just had to fuck her the way he'd promised at the start of the game, and which she'd definitely earned... more than once.

"You're so tight..." he groaned. "So perfectly, shamelessly wet, and all- hah...! All of it, just for me... You should see how greedily you're taking me in, how pretty and sweet you look with your legs spread wide, your cunt throbbing to welcome, to worship your god..."

"Nnn...! Yato!!!"

"Look how hard you're s-shaking... does it feel that good, Hiyori? Do you- hhh.. ah, shit-! D-Do you like feeling my cock get all slippery and h-hot with your slick? You're so eager, look... you're squeezing so hard- Hah! Ah!!"

Every word seemed to reach right into her core, seemed to drive her ecstatic cries, her trembling back. Her thighs were sodden with wetness, each of his movements spreading her pleasure over the taut ring of flesh around his erection, trickling down her opening and over her clit, over his shaft and down toward his scrotum. He watched with pure hunger as her ass bounced up and down with every movement of her hips, her cheeks sliding back to slap against his thighs, a lovely sheen of sweat forming all over her flushed body, dripping down her legs, her sharply bent spine, over her sides... She was burning up, and after a few minutes she ripped the suffocating fabric of the pillow out from under her face and breasts in her desperation to get free of it, and as soon as she had caught her breath to the best of her ability, she started crying and keening his name with each movement that dragged her entire body helplessly, rubbing her drenched skin back and forth against the sheets in quick, brusque motions.

"Yato! I-It feels so- ahhh! God!! My god..!! Hnnn, I lo- hah!! YATO, YATO!!" 

Her fingers were hooked into the sheets, and Yato saw her bodily drag them off the neatly tucked edge of her bed as she clawed instinctively for something to hold onto.

"Fuck... Hiyori!! A-Ah... !!! Y-You're such a good, sweet fuck, giving yourself t-to your -hnng!!- your god like- like this, so willing, so- ahhh!! D-Do that again-! HAHH...! Hiyori! T-This is heaven, this is torture, and I know you're l-loving every moment of it, every thrust inside your walls, every- hnn n-no, oh fuck...!! HAH!! Hiyori... H-Hiyori!"

"Yato...! Hah!! Y-Yato, i-it's not- not enou- AHH!! Yes, yes!! Harder, please, more!! More!! AHH!!!" she shrieked as he rammed himself into her as deeply and recklessly as he could manage.

"You're so- ah! This is what you earned, this is what you- HHH!! I-I'll grant every last wish you-  HAH-!!" he tried to keep talking, fought not to lose his train of thought, but it was impossible, he couldn't focus enough for dirty descriptions when her core squeezed and milked him of every sensation and cry of pleasure he had to give, like she would die for lack of his hard flesh... How could he speak when he could watch with awe as his unbearably hard cock was swallowed right up into that almost too-small, sweet, pink opening, when he could feel her clit growing shockingly firm between his fingers...?

Her voice carried so much heat and seemed to be drowning in lust as he effortlessly slid in and out of her, his thrusts echoing so deeply into her core that he was sure he was hitting her cervix, that he was filling her up as much as she could be filled, and that thought sent shivers of powerful electricity through his every nerve as he let his voice join hers, harsh but no less passionate.

"Hiyori, fuck... I can't.... you feel so fucking good, I c-can't take this, HAH! AH! SHIT!" he faltered, but managed to catch himself through some unbelievable miracle before he ruined the moment.

Not until she can't take it either, until she begs me, he thought, forcing himself to keep moving at all costs.

"Yato! Yato! Ah... God, god...!!" She cried, squeezing him tighter and tighter as her hips rocked back to meet him with a loud smack. He watched the perspiration-soaked curve of her spine and viciously circled her clit until she was actually crying.

Not the cute, overwhelmed flustered way she had when she'd been touching herself. This time she was literally sobbing in her desperation, but he didn't sense any fear or hurt in the way she recklessly rocked into him, and her moaning was still audible, breaking through the tears in predictable rhythmic patterns.

She feels that good, he noted with a fierce pang of satisfied pleasure that drew a harsh cry from them both in his renewed ardor. 

"Oh god, I'm- I can't, Yato...!! I'm going- ah, ahhh!!"

"N-No! Not yet, Hiyori!" he ordered with a low grunt as she suddenly began tightening against him and he saw her hands clench white against the sheets. She gave a ragged, desperate whine as her breath staggered and she tried her best to stay in control.

"Please, please," she moaned. "Let me, I need to... Yato, please...! Let me... god, please!!"

"Not yet!!" he insisted, and she writhed under him, screaming his name, begging for her release, until at last he clutched at her hips and came into her with such force that she immediately buckled under him with an unbearably hot cry and sunk into the bed face first, her hair a complete and total mess of brown locks pooling messily onto her hands, off her trembling, slender shoulders, and her core tightened so hard that he bent over in an agonizingly loud, guttural cry as she accepted him, every last drop as promised.

He collapsed onto her back, slipping out without needing to think it through consciously, unable to stop his lungs from heaving and gasping for several minutes as he pressed his forehead to the back of her shoulder, his hands shakily running up and down the back of her arms until she finally unclenched her stiff fingers from the sheets and allowed him to slide over her wrist, interlacing their hands with pure, tender pressure.

"Mm... 'yori," he sighed thoughtlessly, nosing softly against her spine.

Hiyori gave a very soft, muffled sound to show that she heard him.

"You okay?" he asked a few sleepy minutes later as he pressed his lips into her skin.

"I think..." she sighed. "Y-Yes, I think so, I just..."

"What is it?" He immediately tensed in alarm.

"Nothing, I just... it's like I'm made of jelly, and I can't feel my legs," she whined.

"Oh, sorry," he said sheepishly, doing his best to shift his weight off her.

"No, you idiot, not cause you're- You know what, I don't care," she groaned. "Too tired..."

Yato couldn't help a small chuckle.

"I definitely feel that."

It took them a little while before they managed to end up in a half-cuddle, aching and too sore to get as close and comfortable as they were used to. Still, Hiyori somehow managed to press her cheek into the curve of Yato's arm, her hand resting loosely over his side as he nosed into the side of her hair.

"S-Sorry," he murmured sheepishly as he tried to tug her waist flush against him like he always did and she gave a small wince. "I got a little carried away at the end..."

Hiyori gave a soft exhale of a snort.

"Just a little?" she asked drily.

"A lot," he winced. "But... I really didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked for the third time.

"No, Yato," she sighed. "You can ask me a million times but the answer isn't going to change," she yawned, feeling the familiar, drowsy weightlessness of her release and the gentle heat of Yato's skin enticing her over into dreamless sleep.

He smiled, drawing pleasant little circles into her hip.

"That's a relief. And you were such a good girl for me today, too," he grinned, a lopsided, salacious twist of the lips as he kissed the side of her mouth, his voice taking on his favorite, most seductive tone, letting it vibrate against her lips in a deep purr. "You did your absolute best, huh? Even though you were begging, though you were crying so hard... You held on right to the end for me, so obedient, so devoted... you deserved every inch of me, and since I'm such a generous god, I was more than happy to give it to you," he whispered hotly against her skin. "So tell me... how did it feel to win the game, Hiyori? Was it worth it? Did you like your reward?" he asked teasingly, kissing her forehead. 

Hiyori blushed deeply. Of course I did, idiot!! "M-My answer to that isn't going to change either!"

Yato chuckled, his voice back to normal as he hummed indulgently against her temple. "Sorry, I know, I'm being a little shit. I can't help it, sorry... You're just so cute, Hiyori... it always makes me wanna tease you."

She sighed, but it was with tired fondness. "As if you need a reason to be a tease."

"As long as it makes you smile and laugh, I'll be whatever you want," he sighed into her hair.

"Well, you'll always be my idiot, at least."

He snorted good-naturedly. "Sure, it's worked for me so far, hasn't it?" he noted, drawing a smile out of her.

"Has it?"

He gave a small, breathy chuckle and pressed another kiss to the crown of her head.

Hiyori sighed at the gentleness of his lips. Yato would never question his intentions if he could see the tender, careful look in his eyes when he looked at her, if he could feel how affectionate and innocently he treated her when it mattered most. She wished she could soothe his wounded heart as thoroughly as he always treasured hers, reassure him once and for all that he didn't have to be afraid of hurting her, that he didn't have to be afraid of himself, that his nature had always been gentle to begin with, no matter what anyone said to the contrary.

But she knew it was a lifelong endeavor to heal such deeply ingrained scars, and even then, all she could really offer him was her own heart and the firm belief that every small, seemingly inconsequential reassurance, every loving gesture of acceptance, would one day let him feel secure in his existence, in whether or not he deserved happiness.

"Hey...by the way..." he said after a few quiet minutes. "... Is it... I dunno, weird of me to say that as great as that felt - and it was fucking amazing, don't get me wrong - and as nice as this is, I still... I kinda still prefer when we do it face to face?" he asked slowly.

"I don't think there's anything weird about it," she said, warmed by the genuine confession. "You can enjoy something like this and still want to... to m-make love like we usually do..."

"Y-Yeah?"

"Mm," she mumbled, blushing hard as she felt her stubborn inhibitions starting to creep back up on her. "I really loved all of this as much as I love being with you in any way I can," HIyori admitted. "But...  I did miss being able to keep kissing you..."

His finger came to nudge her chin up. "We can correct that pretty easily," he smiled.

She let him draw her into the thoughtless, instinctive movements of the lush bites and gentle touches that were worlds away from the cute, clumsy, rather messy attempts of their first kiss and quite a lot of the ones afterward. But this was second nature now. Yato was part of Hiyori, and Hiyori was part of Yato. She fit right into his waiting embrace, perfectly met the curve of his mouth, knew what each of his little whines and hums meant, how to make him smile, how to annoy him, how to draw him into teasing exchanges that were practically games in and of themselves...

"I love you, Hiyori," he murmured when they broke apart.

"I love you too," she sighed, feeling warm and safe in his embrace.

Yato grimaced.

"Unfortunately..." he winced, rubbing his neck in an oddly familiar gesture she couldn't quite place. "Not everybody loves me at the moment."

"Hmm?"

The side of his mouth twitched.

"Er... so, I t-think we might've been way too l-loud, cause uh... Yukine has been s-stinging me for the past half-hour and... he is pissed."

Hiyori sat up immediately, blushing up to her ears with shame as she snatched a pillow and started beating him angrily over the head with it.

"SAY THAT EARLIER, YOU IDIOT!! LIKE WHEN THERE'S SOMETHING WE CAN DO ABOUT IT!! AND WHY ARE YOU JUST QUIETLY LETTING YOURSELF GET STUNG??!! YOU COULD DIE, YATO!! OR SOMETHING COULD BE HAPPENING WITH YUKINE-KUN!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???!!

"OWW!! HIYORI, QUIT IT!!! OWW!!"

"YOU. NEED. TO. GO. APOLOGIZE. RIGHT. NOW!!"

"No way!! He'll kill me if I show up right now! Plus, I haven't gotten all the cuddling out of my sys- OWW!!"

"YATO!!"

"I didn't know he was stinging me at the time, okay?!! I was kinda BUSY, and anyway, it started when you were using your perfect mouth on my c-! AHHH, NO, STOP!! OWWWWW!! HIYORI NO, I'M BEGGING YOU THAT REALLY- OW OW OW!!"

Hiyori dropped the (much worse for wear) pillow and gave a distressed wail as she buried her face in her hands, mortified beyond belief. "Gods, why are you LIKE this?!"

"I-It's just the way I am!" he grumbled churlishly, rubbing his neck. He looked like he wanted to argue, but then he blinked, his expression wavering for a moment as it was replaced by a disconcerted frown and his brow furrowed. "...Hold on, what did you just say, Hiyori?" he asked slowly.

"Huh?" she asked, confused by his sudden change in tone.

"Right now, what did you say?"

"Uhm... I asked why you're such a pervert... Why?" she asked.

"No, I mean, what exact words did you just use?"

Hiyori had no idea what was going on anymore, but Yato seemed to be growing more anxious by the second.

"...'Gods, why are you like this'...?" she repeated hesitantly.

Yato stared at her in horror.

"Absolutely not!!" he cried. "Take it back!! TAKE IT BACK RIGHT NOW!!"

"Take what back?!" she asked, baffled. "I don't know what you're talking about, Yato!"

"You can't invoke other gods while you're in my bed, Hiyori!!" he exclaimed, his guileless blue eyes wide with betrayal. "It's 'god,' singular, or not at all, thank you very much!!"

"Wha- What are you talking about?! It's just an expression! And I'm not in your bed, you're in mine!!"

"Oh, what, now your bedroom is an adultery-zone?!"

"ADU- ARE YOU INSANE?!" she cried, hurt by his accusation. "I have never so much as thought-!! How could you even think that?!"

"Then take it back!! Why else would you say it?!"

"Because it's habit, it's just an expression!! You can't seriously be jealous about something this stupid...!!"

"I'm one hundred percent, completely, utterly, and deathly serious!!" he insisted bitterly. "You can't do it, you can't cheat on me!! I refuse!!"

"That's not even-! Ugh, forget it! I can't deal with you when you get like this!" she snapped, reaching for her clothes. "I'm going to go apologize to Yukine-kun, if you're not going to come with me, at least tidy up a bit!" she huffed, face warm as she eyed the utter chaos that was her bed and the sheets that were going to need washing before anyone could sleep on them.

She turned away, still powerfully affected by the memory of what had just happened, but also terribly ashamed by what poor Yukine had been made to endure for thirty minutes-

At the thought of her closest friend, Hiyori's heart gave a guilty twinge and she tugged her arms through the sleeves of her top, searching the floor for the rest of her discarded clothes. She winced when she bent to pick up her discarded underwear, her legs and waist aching as she made to get out of bed to retrieve the pajama bottoms that had been flung out into the unknown-

Yato immediately grasped for her hand and pulled her back onto the mattress with frantic desperation.

"NO! You can't leave yet! Not without renouncing the others!! You're mine!! My one and only, my most precious, important believer!! I'm the only god you'll ever need, Hiyori!!!"

He burst into dramatic tears, clinging to her waist as she spluttered at his obnoxious clinginess and tried to pry him off.

"YATO!!"

"You have to take it back!! Hiyori!! PLEASE, YOU'RE KILLING ME, HIYORI, JUST TAKE IT BACK!!!"