Let’s see, we’re on Day Four of this 30 day NSFW challenge.  I hope everyone is enjoying them so far!  I usually don’t do so well in sticking with these types of things, but it’s nice to do some type of writing everyday: it’s like brain/writing exercises… only naughty ones?

So, on to the next one!

Day Four:  Masturbation

Warnings:  Urm… *points up*  Oh, and strap-ons and… things.  And a bit of humor?  I think some parts are funny?  Ha ha?  I dunno anymore -_-

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“Not so fast, Naoto!”

“But… is this not how…”

“I told ya, ya have to go slow, to get a feel for it.”

“I know what it feels like.  I have touched yours several times.”

“Naoto…”

“In fact, I touched yours yesterday.”

“Yes, you did, and it was fuckin’ awesome, but ya ain’t never touched yours before.”

Naoto lets out a frustrated sigh and resists the childish urge to roll her eyes at her boyfriend.  When she had suggested purchasing the required tools for her to enjoy her boyfriend in a more… masculine… fashion Kanji was all for it.  He had even gone to the store with her, helping her pick something out – and thank goodness he did, because he swore that every leather strapped penis she looked at was much too big.  

“But yours is larger,” she had flat out said in the store, much to the amusement of the woman who had been assisting them and much to Kanji’s would be embarrassment had he not been use to Naoto Shirogane’s surprising lack of tact in such situations.  

“That may be the case, but I ain’t never had one inside of me before.”

“Neither did I when we first participated in intercourse, but that certainly did not stop you.”

“It’s different for guys.”

“Need I remind you that you have taken me like a man?”

“Yes, but we worked up to it.  It’s different for guys, Naoto.”

“How so?”

“Trust me sweetie,” the woman had said, “It’s different.”

And now here they sit, side by side in Naoto’s apartment.  Kanji’s down to his boxers, Naoto only wearing the strap-on, dark straps buckled around her perfect skin and creating an image that Kanji really wants to keep drinking in.  

However.

“Why do we even need to do this?  I was under the impression that I would just take you and that would be the end of it.”

“That’s boring!  Ya wanna know what it feels like, right?”

“Of course.  But such a thing is impossible.  How will I feel anything from this?”

Kanji sighs and takes Naoto’s hand in his, “It’s all about the details,” he says, and you’d think a rough guy like Kanji Tatsumi would know nothing about details but his crafts speak volumes about his meticulous ways, “Otherwise, it’s just a boring piece of crap buckled around your waist.”  He guides her hand in between her legs, gently wrapping it around the penis she’s wearing – not quite the strangest sentence he’s had in his mind but it’s up there.  Soon he’s slowly moving her hand up, then back down, whispering to her, “You have to use a bit of imagination.”

“How would you know?”

“What, you think guys just touch themselves and leave it at that?  We gotta come up with somethin,’ ya know?”

“There are visual aids for you.”

Kanji laughs and kisses Naoto on her cheek, “Yeah but those get old, so ya start comin’ up with stuff.”

“Such as?”

Kanji makes sure he keeps her hand going, his lips brushing against her cheek before trailing over to her ear, “Come on, you’re a detective, ain’t ya?  What do ya think I thought of when I did this?”

Naoto blushes a little.  Not that the two of them get as flustered around each other as they use to, but it’s a bit of an odd sensation to hear your boyfriend whisper about his masturbatory fantasies – assuming that she was the source of them, once upon a time, before they had sex.  Still… “I-I am not so confident as to presume that I was the one-”

“Naoto.”

“… f-fine, it may have been me, but-”

“Back when I still thought you were a boy.”

“A-as a male?  You…?”

“Every night,” he whispers, “Every night I would lay in my room and try not to think about ya, but ya always found your way into my bed.”

At some point Kanji realizes that he isn’t really guiding Naoto’s hand through the motions.  He’s holding onto it as it moves on it’s own, up and down, slowly, teasingly.  Her other hand has a loose grip on the edge of the bed, small fingers grasping at the sheets, naked legs trembling in just the slightest of movements.  

“It would always start out the same.  I’d always ask what ya were doin’ there, you’d say that line ya said to me when we first met.”

“I-I find you incredibly intriguing,” she whispers, eyes closed, lips parted with small breaths slipping past them.  At this point Kanji’s voice isn’t really speaking words.  It’s more like they’re painting a picture behind her closed eyelids.  His room in the middle of the night, his Ma sleeping soundly, unaware of the small detective slipping into bed with him.  It starts with a kiss always slow at first Kanji whispers but then it gets messy, I ain’t never kissed a guy before but the passion is there, Naoto imagines, the simple mechanics of being so into a person.  The kiss gets harder, deeper, and suddenly hands are anxious to drift over clothing: skull tank tops and sharp, yellow ties.  

She never notices when Kanji pulls his hand away.  She never realizes that she’s stroking herself now, legs spread apart and head tilted back.  Kanji watches, taking a couple of much needed deep breaths.  He should be doing something, he thinks, maybe talking to her more to keep the image fresh.  But she’s already lost in it, already laying back in the bed, spread across the blanket and jacking herself off like some sort of erotic centerfold in a movie he’s got no business watching.  She’s squirming, whimpering, and Kanji quietly wonders what she’s seeing, what her mind has come up with in her private little fantasy.  She’s bucking her hips into her hand, picking up speed, her other hand squeezing and groping at her breasts in a way that makes her voice rise in volume.  

He’s no good with self control.  He’s trying to be but it’s incredible difficult.  There’s a rush of excitement in the air, this delicious feeling that shouldn’t be enticing at all of being that guy who watches.  Maybe from her window, late at night, this beautiful girl – boy? – squirming in bed as she – he? – jerks off into the blankets.  Naoto unknowingly puts on this grand performance for him, maybe having just come out the shower after a long day of being a detective.  Body wet, lips chapped from moaning one too many times, throat getting hoarse from all of the cries.  

Suddenly Naoto is rolling over onto her stomach, up on her knees, still touching herself and whining as she waves her ass in the air, begging into the pillow please please please.  At this point when her hand reaches back, groping at her ass, trying to reach her back entrance Kanji decides that he’s no good with sex being an event he watches from the sidelines.  He’s out of his boxers in seconds and behind her, hands gripping onto her hips.  She can feel how hard he is, bites down into the pillow, drool soaking into it as he pushes himself inside of her.

And as she screams into the pillow she can’t help but think that Kanji was absolutely right.  Details.  You have got to have the details.