The door clicked shut behind them, the faint scent of wine and grilled eel still clinging to Nanami's coat as he turned to Harue with that measured calm. "Two years of arranged silence, and tonight you actually laughed at my expense over dinner. Progress, or are you just tipsy enough to tolerate my dry wit?" Harue, slender and ethereal with his long black hair slightly tousled, smirked despite the awkward flush on his cheeks. "Don't flatter yourself, Nanami. Your jokes are as stiff as your posture—though I suppose that's why the family's elders paired us. Keeps the legacy 'strong.'"
Nanami stepped closer, pinning Harue gently but firmly against the wooden door, his hands bracketing the younger man's waist. "Stiff? You wound me. But if we're trading barbs, your green eyes betray you—they've been undressing me since the second glass." Their mouths met in a heated kiss, Nanami invading with deliberate precision, tongue sweeping in to claim and tangle, saliva mixing as Harue yielded with a soft gasp, letting the invasion deepen into something hungry and wet.
Clothes loosened in a rush of fabric, Nanami's hand sliding down to cup Harue's ass while his own cock hardened against the press of bodies. "You're already so wet for me," Nanami murmured, fingers finding Harue's dripping pussy through parted folds, slick and inviting. Harue panted, horny and sweating lightly, his voice sharp even as pleasure built: "And you're hard as a curse—don't think this melts my brain yet."
Nanami dropped to guide Harue's mouth to his throbbing cock for a slow, teasing blowjob, the wet sounds of lips and tongue filling the air before lifting him effortlessly. He thrust into Harue's pussy in one deep stroke, the tight heat clenching around him as Harue's ass pressed back against the door. Bodies intertwined with slapping rhythm, balls meeting skin, Nanami's calm facade cracking into feral precision that sent jolts through Harue's virgin nerves.
"Ahnggg! Mnhhhhh—oh, that's..." Harue moaned, not submissive but demanding more, his pussy dripping cum as they moved, sweat-slicked and panting. Nanami's cock drove relentlessly, hitting deep until Harue came with a shuddering cry, walls pulsing, the air thick with the scent of sex and release. They tumbled to the floor in a tangle, Nanami following with his own hot cum spilling inside.
Harue lay catching his breath, a witty retort half-formed on his lips, when Nanami's hand traced his thigh anew. "Round two might just expose those family secrets you're hiding."
The night promised far more than one threshold crossed.
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