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"It's spring, Terra-san," Amahiko announced with bombast.
Terra didn't look up from his magazine.
"The sexiest time of year," Amahiko clarified.
Terra flipped the magazine's page. He continued sitting on the couch, ignoring Amahiko no matter how sexily he posed. Even when he did a sultry little twirl. Eventually, Terra responded without looking up, "Didn't you say that about winter?"
"Well… Yes," Amahiko admitted. In the heat of the moment, he may have called winter the sexiest time of year. That was the season when people had to spend long nights huddled together for warmth watching flames flicker sensually in the fireplace—an eminently sexy time. "But spring is different. It's the season of new life, of youth, of mating. Of sowing the seeds of the year to come. It's a critical time for the World Sexy Ambassador."
"Okay…" Terra glanced between Amahiko and the article he was reading.
"Right. So in celebration of the season, I'll be helping each member of our household discover new aspects of their desires to explore in the coming year." Amahiko flipped his hair. "Sexily."
Terra sighed. "So you're just trying to get into everyone's pants? Like always?"
"I wouldn't put it so… brusquely." Even if Terra wasn't wrong, Amahiko saw his goals in a grander sense. "I'm helping everyone turn a new leaf of self-discovery for springtime."
"Whatever you wanna tell yourself." Terra waved a hand dismissively. "Well, it might work on some of the others, so knock yourself out, I guess."
"I'm glad you see my vision, Terra-san. Your intelligence is one of the many sexy things about you."
Terra was back to ignoring him.
Amahiko sat on the couch, sidling up to Terra and placing an arm behind him. "I'd love it if you could be my first partner in this sexy endeavor, so that I might discover many more wonderful sides of you."
Terra flipped a page. "Oh, looks like lavender is in style this season."
"You know what else is in style, is exploring one's innermost—"
Terra was not listening. He cut Amahiko off. "This skirt's kind of cute… It'd look cuter on me, though," he mused.
"Your confidence is truly sexy. I'd love to give you an avenue to best express your sense of self-love—"
"Ooh, and this top's totally adorbs. I know just how to style it, too." Terra moved to turn the page.
"—such as, perhaps, having sex in front of a mirror?"
Terra's hand stopped.
Ah. Amahiko thought that might spark some interest.
Amahiko continued. "Your form is wonderfully sexy—so much so that one wants to take it in from all angles. Something which you, I'm sure, can appreciate."
Terra didn't look up. But he wasn't focusing on the magazine anymore, either. "…How would it be any different than me being by myself. I have plenty of mirrors," he pointed out.
"And I'm sure you're very sexy on your own, indeed," Amahiko said with a nod. He paused to appreciate the mental image. "But with myself there as well, I'd be ensuring your pleasure so that you could focus on your own beauty." He placed a delicate hand on Terra's face. "My aim is to help you bring out your own sexiness, after all."
Terra swatted him away. "I don't need your help for that." But his scowl softened. "…And you're not gonna, like, get me to do anything for you?"
"While I would cherish all that you did for me, I would never force you into any activity you didn't want. This exercise is purely for your sake." Truly, it was part of the World Sexy Ambassador's duties to be magnanimously sexy.
Terra thought about it for a moment, closing and rolling up his magazine. As he got up, he batted Amahiko in the chest with it. "I'll come to your room at eleven. If you try anything other than what we just talked about, then I'll leave." He walked away.
His straightforwardness and his ability to clearly state his boundaries were so sexy. Okay—Amahiko ought to go set up the mirror.
Amahiko prepared everything. His bed was already a sexy space, but for Terra, he had to ensure it was perfect. Mainly, that meant weighting this mirror securely to the floor. It had to keep standing to matter how much Terra leaned against it. …Maybe he could nail it directly into the floor. No, no, he did still want to move it again eventually—weights would do.
Amahiko had everything ready at exactly eleven that evening, and eagerly awaited Terra's appearance. He even put on some of his sexiest underwear.
At 11:30, with no sign of Terra, Amahiko wondered if something was amiss.
He put on a robe and crossed the hallway to Terra's room. He knocked, and the door drifted open.
The sight in Terra's room… wasn't surprising in the least. "Trapped by your own beauty yet again, Terra-san?"
Terra sighed wistfully into the vanity's mirror, tracing the outline of his face's reflection. "I was getting ready to come over, but I had to make sure I looked as beautiful as possible… and I do. God, Terra-kun, you're so gorgeous, you'll be the death of me."
And he did look gorgeous, of course. He had a bathrobe on, but looking in the reflection, Amahiko could see Terra was wearing lovely white lingerie underneath—a lacy bralette, perhaps? If Amahiko didn't have immaculate control over his member, then he'd pop a boner just seeing that, surely.
Amahiko leaned over Terra, locked eyes with his reflection. "Indeed, your splendor is unmatched." He placed his hands on the vanity, caging Terra against it. "If moving is too difficult, then would you prefer to start here?"
"Ugh, no, I don't want you in my room," Terra scoffed.
"Then shall we go to mine?"
Terra pouted into the mirror. "But… Terra-kun…"
"You will see yourself again, you know," Amahiko reminded him.
"I can't bear to be apaaart! Not even for five seconds!" Terra whined, clutching at his reflection.
Amahiko might have to be more forceful. "They say absence makes the heart grow fonder." He moved his hands to Terra's back. "You may count the seconds until you are reunited. I promise you, it'll be very soon."
He picked Terra up in a bridal carry and left the room.
Terra did, in fact, count the seconds until Amahiko placed him on his bed, in front of another mirror.
"Terra-kuuun! I missed you so much!" Terra touched hands with his reflection. "You look so wonderful tonight! Is that new lingerie? Ugh, it's just gorgeous on you. Your aesthetic sense is on-point as always, Terra-kun."
As much as Amahiko would like to extend those same compliments to Terra, it was clear that Terra was sharing a special moment with himself right now. Amahiko didn't need to interject. Instead, he'd start on what they discussed—ensuring Terra's pleasure.
Amahiko leaned in to kiss Terra's neck, carefully brushing his long hair aside. He pulled Terra's robe down off his shoulders; Terra moved his arms to accommodate. Amahiko ran his hands down Terra's sides. He could appreciate the view in the mirror, too—the lacy lingerie framed Terra's slim form wonderfully. The panties matched the bralette. Incredibly sexy.
Amahiko started to lick and suck on the skin at Terra's nape—and got himself smacked for it. "Oi. Don't leave any hickeys," Terra scolded.
"As you wish." He hadn't been intending to, although he'd admit to the temptation.
As Amahiko continued—gentler, now—Terra sighed into his touch. He watched his own face of ecstasy in the mirror. As Amahiko drew a soft touch up Terra's side, Terra traced the movement in the mirror. He placed his hand to the reflection of his neck, where Amahiko's tongue glided down pale skin. Terra moaned with each movement. The vocal appreciation encouraged Amahiko to continue.
Until Amahiko glanced in the mirror again, and he realized something.
Terra wasn't just tracing over the movements—he was covering up Amahiko's reflection. Almost certainly, Terra was fantasizing that Amahiko wasn't even there.
…It only stung a little. But this, too, was Terra's unique sexiness. As the World Sexy Ambassador, it was his duty to bring this out. Terra was gorgeous in ecstasy. The duty was hardly a chore. Amahiko wondered if, maybe, he made him feel good enough, Terra would remember he was there.
It was unlikely, but Amahiko could dream. He moved his hands to Terra's chest. He slipped his fingers underneath the fabric of the bralette and drew circles around Terra's nipples. Sure enough, Terra covered Amahiko's hands' reflection with his own.
Terra moaned, "Mmh, Terra-kun…"
…Not the name Amahiko wanted to hear, but he'd accept it nonetheless. Terra's voice was sonorously sexy, after all—it resonated down to Amahiko's cock.
If they were talking, Amahiko would try some dirty talk. He didn't want Terra to completely forget he was the one touching him. "Does that feel good?" He purred into Terra's ear. "Were you fantasizing about this? About being with"—well, Terra definitely wasn't fantasizing about Amahiko, so—"yourself?"
"Ngh, of course," Terra groaned in answer.
"I was fantasizing about this, as well." Amahiko licked the shell of Terra's ear. "But no fantasy compares to the reality."
"Keep me out of your fantasies," Terra grumbled. "Can we, like, move this along? I want to see myself getting fucked." He turned back to his reflection. "Right, Terra-kun? You're so desperate. You're sooo hot."
Amahiko was into nearly every kink—or, at least, he could be convinced of them by a suitably interested partner. But he had not expected cuckoldry when there were only two people here.
Terra was in charge here, though, so Amahiko would listen to instruction. He tugged Terra's panties aside. He was delighted to see the telltale glistening of lube—Terra had prepared himself. Amahiko slipped a finger inside Terra's entrance. Hm, yes—even with Amahiko's prodigious size, Terra was ready. How thoughtfully sexy.
After seeing Terra in his fully sexy glory, there was no doubt whether Amahiko was at full mast. He slipped a condom on. Terra was already on his knees, leaning forwards onto the mirror. Thank goodness Amahiko had secured it to the floor. He grabbed hold of Terra's hips and pushed inside his slick entrance.
Terra moaned, sighing with ecstasy as Amahiko bottomed out. It was tight, so Amahiko stilled himself to allow Terra to get used to his size.
Terra was leaning close enough to the mirror now that he didn't need to block out Amahiko's image to ignore him. "Hey, Terra-kun, does that feel good? You feel so full, don't you? You're so cute."
In an indirect way, Amahiko did feel he was being complimented. It wasn't Terra that was making himself feel that way, after all—it was Amahiko.
He didn't dare pull Terra out of his moment, but Amahiko couldn't help himself from talking dirty, just a little. It was his nature. He muttered under his breath. "Oh, my. If you're feeling so good, I'll have to give you more." Slowly, he started to thrust.
Terra moved with him, pulling apart and then grinding his hips down on Amahiko's cock. As Amahiko sped up, Terra gasped. Each thrust pulled another moan out of his mouth—sometimes words, his own name, but sometimes wordless screams of pleasure. "Oh, Terra-kun, feel so good, love you so much, Terra-kun…"
The "I love you"s spilling out of Terra's mouth weren't meant for him; Amahiko knew that. But he delighted in hearing them despite it. He pulled Terra's hips close, thrust as deep as he could. He reached a hand around to Terra's front—his cock strained against those gorgeous white panties. Amahiko released it. He wrapped his fingers around it.
Terra came with a shout of his own name, coating Amahiko's hand in cum as brilliantly white as that lacy lingerie. Amahiko observed the image in the mirror. Beautiful—Terra was always beautiful.
Terra panted, and Amahiko stilled himself. He couldn't bear to cause any discomfort, were Terra oversensitive.
Terra took the opportunity to extricate himself from Amahiko's hold. He collapsed onto the bed. Making sure, of course, that he was still lying next to his reflection. He mumbled to himself, staring into his reflection's eyes. "Ah, you're so pretty, even like this. Oh, me too? Aha, you're such a charmer, Terra-kun."
Amahiko appreciated the sight. In post-orgasmic bliss, Terra was as gorgeous as ever.
That said, Amahiko was still achingly hard.
He lay down next to Terra and combed his hand through golden hair. "I don't suppose there's anything… else you'd like to do, Terra-san?"
"Huh? Why are you still here." Terra's reflection glared at him. "No. I'm done. Leave."
"I'm merely admiring your bewitching form," Amahiko said.
"Ugh, I know, right? I'm such a stunner." He blew a kiss to himself in the mirror. "But seriously, you're bugging me, leave."
"It… is my bedroom," Amahiko reminded him.
"So?" Terra said.
"Right. Of course."
Amahiko would go deal with this in the shower.
Even if Amahiko hadn't orgasmed—he'd still fulfilled his duty as the World Sexy Ambassador. Terra's sexiness had been nurtured, and surely he'd only continue to grow more sexy as the year continued.
On to the next five members of the household.