The couch creaked softly beneath them, the only sound in the quiet living room besides Ai's ragged breathing.
Shiki hovered above her, his weight braced on one elbow, the other hand still buried under her hoodie—fingers teasing slow, deliberate circles over her bare skin. Ai's body arched into his touch, her thighs squeezing his hips, her lips parted in breathless little gasps.
"Sh-Shiki…" she whimpered, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed crimson. "D-don't stop… please…"
He smirked down at her, thumb brushing over a particularly sensitive spot that made her jolt. "You like that, kitten?"
"Y-yes!!" Ai cried out, back bowing as his fingers pinched lightly. "Ahh—!! It feels… so good… more… please more…"
Shiki obliged, his hand moving lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her shorts. Ai's breath hitched sharply as his fingers found her most intimate place—warm, slick, trembling under his touch.
