The living room was quiet now, save for the soft crackle of the lanterns and the gentle rhythm of their breathing.
Ai lay curled against Shiki's chest, her body still humming from the intense pleasure he'd given her earlier. Her hoodie was pushed up, exposing the soft curve of her stomach, and her shorts were slightly askew. She felt limp, satisfied, her fingers tracing lazy, absent patterns on his shirt.
Shiki's hand stroked her back in slow, soothing circles, his smirk faint but ever-present. He could feel her heartbeat against him—slow and content, but he knew exactly how to make it race again.
"Kitten," he murmured, voice low and teasing, his breath warm against her ear.
Ai hummed softly, nuzzling closer into his chest. "Mm…?"
"You did so good earlier." His fingers trailed up her spine, light and deliberate, making her shiver despite the warmth. "Made me feel amazing with your hand."
