Kitsune Boyfriend: Oriharu (complete)

I’ve been working for Mr. Faire for a while now. A few months ago, I was homeless and living out of a twenty-four hours supermarket. I had been kicked out of my home when I was young. Ever since, I had to live in my car or couch surf with friends. After my car was stolen, I started doing what I could. I worked wherever would have me and I did some jobs I’m not too proud of.

When the carnival came to my neck of the woods, I had gone to the front gate, asking for work. I was willing to do anything then; shovel shit, bathe animals, anything at all. When I was imploring to the harlequin girl at the front, Mr. Faire had been listening in. He was an imposing man at the beginning, tall, rugged looking, and quite broad. He seemed intimidating, but as soon as he opened his mouth, nothing but a kind heart spilled out.

I was hired on to help with the cabaret. Apparently, the main manager of it was becoming heavily pregnant and needed help keeping some of the rowdy performers in line. Bron was a short young lady who was indeed heavily pregnant. She waddled around, trying to reign in the performers on stage. She was close to needing bedrest, but she wasn’t about to let me off the hook without some proper training.

“Muna,” she warned me with a very stern glance. “You have to keep your eyes on him at all times. He’s dramatic, selfish, and extremely prone to mood swings!”

“Isn’t he your husband?” I asked.

“Don’t back talk me, young man. That’s rule one!” Bron warned me. “Just because I love the man doesn’t mean he isn’t those things. You need to stay on top of him or else you’ll lose control of everyone here. And don’t let Fye fool you either! She’s just as sly as she looks.”

I was taught mainly how to handle the uproarious performers in the cabaret. I also learned that the carnival itself was more than it seemed. Mr. Faire saw the carnival as a home and safe haven for souls who have been rejected and abused in the world. He took in those who needed a helping hand and somewhere to feel they belonged. These souls included werewolves, living dolls, fairy folk, and monsters that I had only assumed were fairy tales. Bron, Muna, and Fye were something, but I hadn’t been completely let in on what exactly they were.

Once Bron was put on bedrest, I took over as manager for the cabaret completely. I had finally figured out some of my own methods for dealing with the performers, especially Muna. As long as Muna thought that things were going his way, everything was ok.

One day, just before performances are supposed to start, I can’t find any of the performers or crew. I finally find them in the hall of the dressing rooms, all crowded around.

“The show is about to start! What are all of you doing?” I snap but I am completely and utterly ignored. I whistle loudly. “I said: the show is about to start! None of you are listening to me!”

Muna grabs me and yanks me through the crowd. I stumble and fall to my knees as Muna keeps his clawed and manicured fingers around my wrist. 

“Family has just come back home!” Muna fusses at me.

“Good lord, you’re going to mangle this young man!” Muna’s fist is ripped from my wrist and I am helped to stand by the most beautiful set of hands I’ve ever seen. “You’re a new face.”

I look at a man who might as well be an angel. He’s beyond perfect and I can’t think of any way to describe his beauty without speaking some garbled alien language. He’s Japanese, tall, regal, and luminescent. He’s wearing a fitted and luxurious suit made from a patterned fabric featuring foxes, rabbits, and owls. 

“Oh, wow,” I whisper as my heart catapults itself against my ribs. 

He smiles at me and I am turned into pudding. “Is that your name? Ohwow?” 

I shake my head and try to recover. “No, I uhm-”

“This is the new boss while Bron in on bedrest.” Muna loops his arm around my waist. “Good kid. I think you’ll like him, Ollie.”

“Ollie?” I murmur his sweet name on my tongue.

“I was called that when I was a kid here,” he chuckles. “My mom and Dad both perform here in the carnival as well. My mom works with Muna a lot, doing costume designs.” 

“Oh,” I whisper in awe. I then shake my head. “Oh! Oh!” I gasp. “Emberlie! Oh, yes, she’s wonderful. So you’re the one she’s been talking about?”

He laughs and I want to swoon. “I left the carnival some time ago. I wanted to go out into the world for a while. Now, I’m home for the time being.” He holds his hand out to me. “I’m Oriharu.”

I take his hand and feel myself melt even more for him. “Oriharu,” I whisper his name like a prayer.

He arches a brow. “And you are?”

I quickly recover and clear my throat. “Nick,” I reply. 

Oriharu smirks. “Very nice to meet you then.” He then points. “Don’t you have a show to start?”

I bounce and quickly rally everyone, chasing them from the dressing rooms and getting them ready on the stage. The show goes on smoothly as usual, but then Fye comes up to me just before her act comes on. She nearly has me jump out of my skin when she shoves her fingers under my arms and tickles me. 

I swat her away with my clipboard. “Stop! What the hell?”

“We have a special act tonight,” Fye whispers.

“What?” I gasp. “Who?”

Fye winks. “Not to worry, they’re an old hat at this. I’ve got everyone prepped, so just enjoy the act.”

I’m still not sure when to trust Fye or not, but this time, I decide to follow along. Usually her act starts with her coming down on stage from a swing as the stage glows pink. Tonight, the stage is all lit blue and the curtains open up on a beautiful woman wearing a red and white kimono. She steps out and opens her umbrella, which erupts in cherry blossom petals that fill the stage and blow out into the audience. She swings the umbrella around as music begins to play. Her long white hair falls and blows in the wind.

She then removes the kimono in one motion, revealing a beaded bodysuit with seven tails attached at the back. She’s wearing impossibly high heels while doing cartwheels and backflips to the music change. She does several performances to Japanese pop songs before ending the show with a dance number choreographed to ‘Cherry Bomb’ by the Runaways. 

“Who is she?” I ask Fye.

Fye gives me a dismissive look. “You met him backstage,” she scoffs. “He’s still as good as he was when he was a kid too.”

My eyes nearly bug from my head. “That’s Oriharu?” I spurt.

Fye nods. “Muna is his drag mother. Those two used to spend all night practicing with one another. Oriharu was a damn good performer, I’m glad to see he’s back home.”

I find myself backstage, where Oriharu is sitting down and gulping a bottle of water until it’s emptied. He looks up at me and grins, his lips painted bright red. “So what’d you think, Boss?” He asks.

“Surprised,” I reply. I fetch another water bottle for him. “It was an amazing show. I never realized it was you.”

Oriharu removes his left shoe and his foot goes off with it. He sighs and rubs the nub where his ankle would be. “I must confess, I wanted to show off a bit.” He then smiles up at me and the seven tails move, lifting off the ground and splaying behind his back. 

“I’m used to this if that’s what that shocked look is about,” Oriharu chuckles.

“Oh, what?” I look into his face. “No, I uh-”

He taps his stub. “My foot was amputated when I was little. Birth defect.” His tails continue to move and sway behind him. “It was infected and I was very sick, so I was abandoned. That’s when my Dad found me.”

“Lancelot,” I murmur. I’m hypnotized by his tails.

“Artie and I had both found each other,” Oriharu sighs. “Until Dad found us, we had been left alone by the world.” He removes the choker holding up the bodysuit and lets it slip off. His chest is bare and smooth, and his olive skin glows with its own radiance. 

“And who are you?” He then asks me. “Nick, the new manager.”

I look aside then back to Oriharu. “I don’t have a story like that,” I reply. “I was homeless, living off the street, and Mr. Faire took a bit of pity on me.”

“He does that a lot,” Oriharu laughs. “But you’re human, correct?”

I nod and look down. “Nothing special.” I then hold up my clipboard. “Just someone who got lucky.”

Oriharu takes his prosthetic foot from the shoe and reattaches it. “Everyone here thinks they are lucky, but Mr. Faire is much more than he lets on. The people he chooses to be part of this family are all part of his divine logic and planning. He doesn’t make mistakes with that nor is it all random.” He smirks up at me. “You’re here for a reason, Boss.” 

That evening, just past two in the morning, when the cabaret has ended and the stage has been swept. I’m in my tent, getting ready for bed. I’m about to lay down when a light appears at the door.

“Someone there?” I ask.

The flap parts and Oriharu is standing there, carrying a lantern. “Sorry. Bad time?”

My heart is catapulting again, this time into my throat. Oriharu is slightly damp, his hair is slicked back and his skin looks dewy and clean. “Is something wrong?” My voice cracks as I look at him. I clear my throat and try again. “Is something wrong?” It still breaks.

Oriharu steps inside. “I’m having to share a room for a bit until I can get my old tent set up. It’s a bit cramped, so I was wondering if you minded me just using your floor.”

“My floor?” I say with a dumb expression on my face.

Oriharu lifts the sleeping bag under his arm. “Just for tonight, I swear.”

I stand up. “I have an extra cot, actually.” I go over to the storage trunk at the foot of my bed. Inside, I take out some books and albums and set them aside as I remove the folded up cot from within.

Oriharu picks up one of the books and looks it over. “Wuthering Heights,” he smiles. “Oh my,” he gasps as pages start falling out.

I gasp and grab the pages and the book. I place the pages back inside and close it. “It’s falling apart, yeah.”

Oriharu gives me an apologetic look. “Looks well used. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”

“It wasn’t you.” I set the book aside lovingly. “The pages have been falling out for years now.”

“You read it that often?” Oriharu asks.

“It’s kind of a comfort for me,” I confess. “I know, it’s a weird book to find comfort in.”

Oriharu smiles. “Not at all.”

I set up the cot so it’s parallel with my bed, but there is space between so we can walk around. “There,” I sigh. “All yours. It should be better than just the hard floor.”

Oriharu lays the sleeping bag out on the cot. “Thank you. This is so much better.” He sits down. “Pepper and her kids all snore.”

I sit down on my bed as Oriharu turns off his lantern. “I don’t think I snore, but I sleep alone, so no one tells me if I do or not.”

“I’ll listen then,” Oriharu chuckles. “But I bet you’re a beautiful sleeper.”

My heart is in my throat again. “Oh, shit, I doubt it.” I lay down and pull my blankets up.

“You’ve got a lovely face as is. So full of sunshine and expression, I would be shocked if you weren’t a sleeping beauty.”

I don’t know where my heart has gone, but it is no longer in my body whatsoever. “You’ve got to be joking.”

“Not even a little.” Oriharu sighs and he nestles down on the cot. “Good night, Boss.”

I’m not sure how I can sleep after that. “Sleep well,” I manage to squeak out with barely a crack.

I wake up in the morning, feeling warm and snug. My hand rests on something soft and fluffy. I cuddle closer, feeling the warmth directly. I smell something woodsy as a gentle touch brushes against my side. I giggle a bit and swat it away, but it tickles me again. As I open my eyes, I find a white fox is asleep on my chest.

It takes me a moment, as I am not a morning person. But when my brain starts to function, I sit up in alarm. The fox whines and pushes me down, curling back up on my chest as I begin to form a mild panic. I then see the white tails and remember Oriharu from the night before.

I tap on the fox’s snout. “Oriharu?” I whisper. “Oriharu, wake up.”

The fox groans and opens its big, yellow eyes. He stares at me and then yawns. “Why?” Oriharu grumbles as he rests his head back on my chest.

He then sits up, alert and staring at me in shock. The fox jumps down from the bed and when he rises back up, he’s Oriharu. “I am so sorry!”

“No, no,” I sit up. “It’s ok, really.”

“I get cold easily!” Oriharu gasps, his seven tails swaying behind him. “I just seek out heat and-” he slaps his hand over his face. “I’m so embarrassed.”

I find it hard to believe anyone as sexy and beautiful as Oriharu would ever get embarrassed. “It’s ok, really. I haven’t shared a bed with anyone in a long time. It was nice.”

Oriharu looks up at me, his hair is disheveled and falling before his eyes. “Still,” he grumbles. “You’re so cute, I really didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of you yet.”

My throat feels tight and my face is burning hot. “Oh, come on!”

Oriharu scowls at me. “What? You’re cute. You know that, right?”

I shake my head and scoff. “No!”

Oriharu rolls his eyes and grins. “Surely you’ve been told you’re good looking before.” He moves in close again. “Like a young Brando.”

I can barely catch a breath. Oriharu is the beautiful one in this room, not me. “Have you seen yourself?” I gulp down a sigh. “You’re like some sort of god or something.” I’m not good with my words and I am not doing him any justice.

Oriharu sits down in my lap. “Aren’t you sweet?” He kisses my cheek. “I’m flattered, really.” He then gives me a wink. “We’ll be working with one another from now on. I sure hope we can behave.” He then stands up from my lap. “I’m going to go have some tea, want to join me?”

I’m still having trouble breathing, but now a new problem has arisen. His perfect ass in my lap is not needed and it is already exacerbating a usual morning issue. I wave him off.

“I’ll be out in a minute.” I try to keep my composure. “I have a few work things I need to do before I get up and go.”

Oriharu gives me a knowing eye. “Anything I could help you with?”

“No!” My voice squeaks and I cough. “Nothing really. Go out and enjoy your tea. I’ll be uhm...I’ll be out later.”

Oriharu gives me the once over. “If you’re sure, Boss.” He saunters out of the tent and I collapse back down onto the cot. I cover my face with my hands, horrified I had gotten rock hard from him just sitting in my lap.

Why did someone so beautiful and sexy have to come into the cabaret? Why did he have to be everything I had ever wanted? I sigh and try to calm myself down before I get up and start my day. I need to get used to Oriharu, better yet, I need to become his friend. 

In the days that go by, I become ever more grateful that Oriharu has come back to the carnival. Not only is he a level head amongst all the divas in the cabaret, he has really helped me learn to manage everyone better. 

“Bron taught me all she could, but I’m afraid I’m still not quite as strong as she was. Muna has more pull than I ever will.” I sigh out my tired confession to Oriharu one evening as the stage is getting set up.

The carnival has just broke ground on a new destination and, while everything is set up, there is cleaning going on. So for the moment, the carnival and stages especially are quiet and drowsy from all the hard work. Oriharu and I linger at the stage, sharing a couple of drinks before we retire for the evening.

“They’ve been with the carnival longer than most here,” Oriharu replies. “I remember being little and Muna used to carry me around like I was one of his fur stoles.” His laugh is infectious and his smile makes him glow.

“I would be surprised if Muna didn’t,” I chuckle along. “Did he ever wear Mr. Artie as a hat?”

Oriharu snickers. “You call him Mr. Artie?” He shakes his head. “Sorry, he’s my brother so I can’t help but find it silly.”

“I call a lot of the others around here like that.” I fiddle with a piece of paper, twisting it around and distracting myself with it. “It’s just polite.”

“While you’re here, you’re family. No need with formalities.” Oriharu stretches out his legs and sighs in comfort.

“What made you leave then?” I ask.

Oriharu is quiet for a long pause before he closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath. “I’ve always been here,” he answers. “I grew up watching this carnival become what it is. When I was little, it was nothing more than a few tents held together by some dreams. Back then, when my Dad joined, he almost left because Mr. Faire wasn’t sure he wanted to add animals to the act.” He opens his eyes and looks up to the top of the tent.

“Back then, Artie and I had no human form and we were too young to hold a Glamour. We would have been a risk to the carnival. But Dad insisted, so Mr. Faire made an exception. Then as I grew up, even though we traveled the world, I had never seen it. In Japan, I came across my own kind and well…” He stops for a moment and stands up. He walks over to the stage, where he adjusts a bulb near the front.

“You don’t have to continue,” I speak up. “If it’s hard for you, that is.”

“I feel bad for leaving my family,” Oriharu grumbles. “I didn’t want them to stop calling me Ollie.” He frowns and turns back towards me. “Artie couldn’t say his R’s, so everyone called me Ollie.” He chuckles softly then places his hand over his jaw. He rubs his jawline then drops his hand back down to his side. “I thought I belonged somewhere else.”

I rise and go over to him. “I came out to my folks,” I start. “And they kicked me out. You have some idea of where home is. I never did.”

Oriharu looks up at me and he places his hand on my arm. “You belong here. You know that now, don’t you?”

I smile and drop my head. “Maybe I do. I don’t know. Once Bron gets back on her feet-”

“She’ll need you just as much. She won’t want to run this place alone once the babies come.” Oriharu’s fingers slip down my arm and he takes hold of my hand. “We won’t make you leave. We wouldn’t even ask that.”

I squeeze hold of his hand, still stunned by how soft his skin is. “Thanks,” I whisper.

“I would chase you down anyways,” Oriharu moves closer to me. “I’d drag you back and add you to my den.”

I swallow down my heart as it tries to leap out of my throat. 

“I’d make you stay to keep me warm.” Oriharu tilts his chin up and kisses me.

I gasp in shock, my lips parting slightly as his black tongue slips into my mouth. I suck on his tongue, wanting his taste to linger. His hands are strong as they wrap around my waist and pull our bodies together.

As I pull back, saliva strings between our lips and I am hot and shaken by the experience. Oriharu’s lips trail down my neck and I can’t help but blurt out a loud, foghorn laugh.

“What was that?” Oriharu stares up at me.

I cup my hand over my mouth and take a step back. “Nothing.” I shake my head back and forth.

Oriharu arches a brow then smirks. “Are you ticklish?”

I quickly escape his reach. “No!” I yelp then clear my throat. “I, uhm-” I lick my lips and taste him again. I scratch at my temple. “Nervous is all.”

Oriharu takes hold of my hand and kisses my palm. “Sorry.” He snuggles his cheek to my palm. “I’ve been holding that back for a while now.”

“You could have anyone,” I murmur. “You’re everything and I’m just-”

“You have big arms, a soft belly, and thick strong legs.” Oriharu smirks up at me. “It’s not often I meet someone taller than me.”

I clear my throat and turn my head aside. “I’m not sexy or beautiful like you.”

“But in my eyes, you are.” Oriharu jams a sharp nail into my chest. “I’d love your big hands to manhandle me and toss me around like a paper towel.”

My eyes widen and my heart explodes. “Oriharu,” I whisper in awe.

Oriharu licks his lip then bites his fingernail. “Ok so, that’s just-” He takes a deep breath. “The thing is, I don’t want to push you into anything. I’ve wanted to be your friend, more than anything. I have all sorts of family,” he murmurs. “It’s just...I don’t have many friends.”

I chuckle and rub the back of my neck. “I want that too, Oriharu,” I murmur. 

“So before we do that again,” he flicks his eyes up to me, “let’s become friends. But I will tell you it will be hard.”

“Oh?” I furrow my brow.

“Because I’m hard,” he whispers.

I cover my face with my hand. “Wow, Oriharu,” I groan.

He laughs and shakes his head. “Sorry, I had to take it.”

We agree to go slow and take things easy. We want to grow our relationship before we turn into anything. Days when the cabaret doesn’t perform, we usually spend hanging out together. We will wander around the carnival, and Oriharu will always hold my hand. 

There is one day when a rainstorm comes. The carnival is canceled and everyone takes to their rooms and tents to hunker down for what was going to be a horrible storm. I find myself bored and lonesome in my quarters, so I risk the rain and make my way over to Oriharu’s tent.

“Can I come in?” I ask at the door.

Oriharu parts the tent flaps and then pulls me in at the shock of seeing me. “You’re soaked! Don’t you have an umbrella?” He fusses at me.

I chuckle. “No. Sorry, I thought I could make it without getting too wet, but it started raining harder.”

Oriharu takes a towel and starts rubbing it to my hair. “You’re dripping wet all over!” He grumbles. “You’re going to have to take those clothes off.”

I hesitate for a moment and swallow as my throat grows tight. “Are you sure?”

“You’ll be cold,” Oriharu’s cheeks are bright red. “And what if you catch a cold?” he steals a glance up at me before turning around. “I think I have a robe that will fit you. Take your clothes off and hang them.”

I start stripping down, unbuttoning my shirt and laying it over the back of a chair. I peel away the undershirt and I hear Oriharu gasp from behind me. I turn, my hair hanging in my eyes as he bites his lip.

“Something wrong?” I ask.

“Thirsty is all.” He holds the robe out to me. “It should fit and keep you warm.”

The fabric is soft and it looks a little old. I put it on and it fits, but it stretches open over my chest so it doesn’t get covered. I sit down in a chair and Oriharu sits on the edge of his bed. We’re both quiet for a long spell until he clears his throat.

“Some storm,” he starts.

“I don’t mind it,” I reply. “I mean, I was getting bored all alone.”

Oriharu smiles. “So you came to visit me?”

I look down at my hands. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not in the least.” Oriharu stands up and reaches into his nightstand. “Actually, I have a gift I’ve been wanting to give you.”

He places the book in my hands and I see the gold lettering on the cover. “Wuthering Heights,” I whisper.

“Yours was in such harsh condition. I thought you might like a new one.” Oriharu smiles as I look over the book. 

“This is so kind,” I whisper. “I’ve never been given a gift like this.” I dab at the tears coming down my cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” Oriharu gasps.

I shake my head. “Nothing is wrong, it’s just...” I look at the cover of the book again. “Sometimes this was all I had. When I was cold and alone, I read this book and…” I chuckle. “I felt better that these people were so miserable. I may have been alone and with nowhere to go, but at least I wasn’t them.” I sniffle again and hang my head. “Is that bad?”

Oriharu chuckles. “No.” He walks over to me and hugs my head. “It’s ok.”

I put one arm around him and sniffle back a few tears. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to cry.”

Oriharu lifts my chin and licks the tears from my cheeks. I close my eyes, shivering as his hot tongue laps down my cheek. “Wait,” I sigh.

“Sorry,” Oriharu coos.  He takes the book away and places himself in my lap and kisses me. “I want to be of comfort to you.” His lips brush against my ear. “Will I be enough?”

“Well,” my throat is growing tight again. “You’re certainly nothing I ever expected.”

Oriharu kisses my neck and I try to keep my laughter in check. His fingers brush down my chest and through the dark curls there. His palm slips into the robe and I can no longer hold myself back. I snort and blurt out a horrible laugh, but Oriharu doesn’t stop. He kisses my neck and opens up the robe more. His fingers tickle down my sides causing me to gut laugh and flounder.

Oriharu groans and bites me and rubs his ass into my lap. 

“What are you doing?” I moan.

“Enjoying myself,” Oriharu straddles my lap and strips off his clothes. “I’ve wanted to tickle you like that for a while now.” He taps his fingertip to the tip of my nose. “And now that I’ve gotten you alone, I want to know-” he cups my face in his hands. “Do you want me?”

“So badly,” I put my hands around his waist. “More than anything.”

I feel his cock against my belly. “Good, because I don’t know if I could wait any longer,” he moans. He kisses me hard, tangling his sharp fingers in my hair. His nails drag down the nape of my neck and then grab onto my shoulders.

I hug him tight to me, feeling his entire body against mine. I rub my hand down his bare back and touch the base of his tails. Oriharu moans out loud and I scratch his lower back just above the tails. Oriharu’s cock rubs against my belly, rutting against it as he seethes and bites his lip.

“Please stop,” he groans. “I’ll cum if you keep that up.”

“Are you saying you’re easy?” I tease.

He bites my neck and groans. “It feels good there, shut up.” He then stands up and drags me over to the bed. He pushes me down and pins me so I can’t move. “Let me look at you.” He paws his hands down my body, taking his time to admire and drink me in.

He then takes hold of my cock and strokes it slowly. He licks his lips, his black tongue stark against his red lips. 

“You’re quite thick,” he smirks. “You must be very popular.”

I groan and my eyes roll back. “Not really.”

Oriharu’s black tongue lathes over my tip and I grip into the sheets hard. He lowers down more, taking me into his mouth. He moans against me, sucking me and swirling his tongue around me. My lashes flutter and I lose my breath.

Outside, thunder booms and the flash of lightning blazes outside the tent. I catch my breath as Oriharu rises and licks at his chops. 

“Wow,” I moan.

“You haven’t even had the best of me yet.” Oriharu kisses me, rubbing our bodies together for a moment. He then sits up and reaches for his bedside table. He pulls out a bottle of lube that he dribbles down my cock. He rubs it in then takes my hand and splashes the viscous fluid over my fingers. 

“I’m not used to something as big as you,” he moans into my ear. “You’ll have to warm me up before we continue.” He lays down beside me and guides my hand between his thighs. I roll over, looking at him as I swirl my slippery fingers around his pucker.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper to him.

Oriharu moans as my fingers stretch him. He ruts his hips back and presses his palms to my chest. “Nick,” he groans.

I move my fingers inside him and he tightens around me. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. I don’t deserve someone like you.”

Oriharu buries his face against my chest. “I need you though,” he moans.

    I can feel him shivering all around me. He’s eager and as willing as I am. I kiss him and he rises up. He straddles me and pins me down again. 

    “I’m going to ride you until the storm stops,” he growls.

    I gulp and nod. “Ok.”

Oriharu dips down, kissing me as he rubs himself against my cock. He raises his hips every so slightly and slips down on me. I feel him stretch to take me and his voice comes out impassioned and sweet. I look down, seeing myself disappear inside him.

Oriharu grinds me inside for a moment, a ferocious smirk on his lips. “You’re so sexy like this.” He drags his sharp nails down my chest. His seven tails sway and swish behind him. 

“Oriharu-” I moan. My fingers dig and knead into his hips. I grab hold tight of him as he starts to move.

Oriharu bounces slow at first. I watch his body move and I am enraptured by him. He then braces his palms against me and starts to move faster. He goes hard, using me and making my mind ravel like a poorly knit sweater. I dig my fingers harder into his hips and he cries out.

“You better not cum yet!” He growls warningly at me.

I can’t remember how to talk. I just make low guttural sounds and let him do whatever he wants to me. His voice then pitches and his tails go straight and stiff. He gasps, shuddering and groaning. His cock twitches and throbs and soon, Oriharu’s cum spills all over my chest and belly. He goes tighter and convulses and he strains to keep himself up.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “Mmm,” he grinds on me. “I couldn’t hold myself back.” He slips his fingers in his own cum then places them on my tongue.

I suck his fingers then sigh. “It’s ok. I liked watching you.”

Oriharu smiles. “Your turn,” he moans.

I hold onto him, grabbing Oriharu’s waist and moving from below. Oriharu moans with each thrust. He looks at me, his hair in his face as he licks his lips.

I roll my hips, going faster now. Oriharu cries out and scratches his sharp nails down my skin. I snarl and roar out as thunder booms again. My release makes Oriharu twitch and shiver. He grins, biting his lip as he takes all of me.

Oriharu lays beside me as the storm continues. He lifts his head and his ears flick back and forth. “Oh my.” He stretches and chuckles to himself. “What a workout.”

“You ok?” I rub his back.

“Of course I am.” He kisses me. “You didn’t do anything to hurt me.” He then wiggles his hips. “Nothing yet,” he winks.

I hold him and kiss him. “I’ve never felt like that before. What’d you do?”

Oriharu lays his cheek to my chest. “Have you never made love before?” He whispers. “Because maybe that was what was different?”

I run my fingers through his hair. “Was that what that was?”

“I wouldn’t have done it if my feelings weren’t rooted so deep.” He sits up again and looks down at me. “I also let you cum inside me. You’re the first I’ve ever allowed do that to me.”

My cheeks burn. “Oh,” I gasp. “Really?”

Oriharu tilts his chin up. “Now you’ll be the only one.” He smirks down at me. “Maybe next time, I’ll fill you.”

My cock twitches and I cover my face with my hands. “You’re too much!”

Oriharu pushes my hands aside and kisses me. “You’re all I want, Nick,” he whispers.

I pull him down, kissing him all over. “I don’t need anything else either,” I confess to him.

Oriharu snuggles back down next to me, his tails laying over both of us. They start to tickle and I let out a laugh.