⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— “You wish to touch me?” Hatori whispered, his monotone voice no louder than the flap of a butterfly’s wings, and twice as fragile. The dragon regarded her warily, not used to Akito being the one to initiate such activities, after all, he knew her proclivity for denying that which most men would seek. It was that little inclination that intrigued him- Akito was a prize to be won, in his eyes, he had never considered her to be easy. He was sure there were others who would disagree, but he would never regard his God in that way.
Her word was law, and if she deigned to tell him that he was about to be touched by her, far be it from him to disobey. Lowering closer to the ground, the dragon kept his grey gaze trained on her as he shifted into the seiza position. Trembling fingers were already reaching up to tug at his suddenly much-too-restricting tie- a half-assed attempt to undress for her, but his nerves were making his diligent hands all but useless.
It was then that he felt a coldness against his cheek; one of her bony, chilling little fingers stroking the skin underneath the layer of thick bangs on his left-side. It was enough to shoot a shiver down his spine, that was, before he relaxed into her touch. Eyes fluttering shut, Hatori gave the happiest, and quietest of sighs, finding comfort in God’s touch- the likes of which an outside would never know, nor ever understand.
“Akito,” Hatori breathed, his twitchy fingers now reaching out and treading carefully as he tried to tug her into his lap. “Just like this. This is the kind of touch I would like tonight, I…” I just want you to touch me here, I don’t want to spoil this moment. “Just… Please, keep your hand right here.” Reaching up, Hatori placed his own much-larger hand over hers, cradling it against his cheek ever so gingerly. “Just like this.”
Startling him greatly, Hatori yelped back- a rather unbecoming sound coming from the boy; as he hadn’t quite hit puberty yet, the dragon’s scream was more or less more feminine than he’d like for it to be. His trembling stopped, however, as soon as he felt the toddler wrap her arms around his neck. While the gesture was sweet, he hadn’t the slightest clue why she had to screech upon her arrival, and then hug-tackle him from behind. This was a daily occurrence, and not one he was too keen on complaining about.
After all, whether he deigned to admit it or not, snuggling with God was one of his favorite activities, as it were. He would be hard-pressed to find something more fulfilling than this.
“Aki,” Hatori grumbled, shifting her so she was perched in his lap, and not clinging onto his neck and choking him. Wrapping his arms around her, Hatori sighed. His chin moved to rest on the top of her head, his earlier anxiety melting away.
“Aki, you scared me…” Hatori whispered, idle fingers playing with the hem of her silken yukata. “Do you remember what we talked about? Gentle, we have to be gentle, okay? …And, you should use your inside voice when we’re in here, okay? Akira’s trying to get some rest, we don’t want to disturb him. My father said he wasn’t feeling well this morning.”
Holding a finger up to his lips, he pantomimed the “shh” gesture. “Quiet cuddles, okay?”
⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— “Akito,” Hatori sighed, cradling the tiny God close to his chest as he made his way to the bath with her in his arms. One of the maids had called in sick for the day; knowing this would displease the God, Hatori quickly decided to take her place: today, of course, would be the day she needed to be bathed, and it had to be an early morning affair as Akito had a business meeting later on during brunch.
Quietly, Hatori peeled the bed covers back and scooped her up. Akito struggled for a few moments, soft whimpers escaping her before she could sense that it was him. Perhaps it was his smell that she could detect; the dragon himself was positive that she hadn’t even opened her eyes, yet somehow, she was now keening his name as her lithe arms wrapped around his neck.
Sitting on the edge of the bath, he used one hand to reach over and turn the faucet, beginning to run a bath of lukewarm water for her. He tested the temperature a few times, ensuring it to not irritate her sensitive skin. His other arm was firmly wrapped around her, keeping her close as he ran his fingers under the water. “Akito, it’s ready. We need to undress you…”
The words trailed off, going quiet as she sleepily began peppering gentle kisses along his jawline and throat, a clear display of affection. The dragon stilled, his back going a bit stiff as he waited for her to finish. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy such affections- on the contrary, he very much reveled in times like this; however… They had a strict schedule to keep to today, and Hatori was nowhere near as skilled at bathing her as the maids were.
He didn’t want to waste any time.
“Akito,” Hatori breathed, long, deft fingers ghosting over her shoulders and down her back. “We have to get you ready. Wake up for me. Your bath is ready.”
⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— "What makes a mother a mother is not her clothes, Akito. Though, for the record, I’d like to state that you look quite nice,“ Hatori murmured, grey hues dancing along her feminine figure as she donned an outfit he truly never believed he’d see on her. It was different; something the ex-dragon was not used to…
But it wasn’t terrible.
Placing his hand on her lower back, he admired her in the mirror, looking at them as a couple. They were an attractive pair, particularly when Akito deigned to dress up like this. They looked formal, clean… Nice. Like a real family.
Perhaps this was truly something they could pull off.
Hatori had his doubts before, but now…
“I retract my earlier statement. You look more than nice. You look stunning,” Hatori murmured, his thumb tracing small shapes on the small of her back. “You look like a woman. You look like a mother. That is my opinion, Akito.”
⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— “You fell down, Aki?” Hatori asked worriedly, toddling over to the toddler and bending down a bit. The eight year old closely inspected her knee, finding it to be scuffed and bleeding, a bit of gravel still wedged into the wound. Akito was a tough girl; she wasn’t crying for her father now, just holding her arms up and making grabby hands at her dragon.
Sighing softly, Hatori glanced around to see if Shigure would help him carry her inside, he wasn’t surprised to find that Shigure had gone back home in favor of doing what he wanted to do, instead of playing with Hatori and Akito. The little God had demanded to play tag, and while Hatori was notoriously awful at that game, and he truly believed this was just a disaster waiting to happen, he agreed to play with her. That was a mistake.
Of course, he had been correct. In his eight years of wisdom, he knew Akito would hurt herself- she was entirely much too clumsy. Gently picking her up bridal-style, he held her close and carefully waddled inside the main estate building.
“Don’t cry, okay? I can put a band-aid on it. When we’re done, we can ask Akira if you can have some ice cream, okay? So, don’t be sad, Akito. It’s just an owie.”
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❝I said so already, stop questioning me && hurry up.❞ The god spoke towards the dragon, no they weren’t looking forward to it, they were willing to it. Just things never this never made Akito happy. It made him happy, && Hatori should be happy. What would Shigure do…? To know another one had Akito’s body, the body that the dog wanted to break && make his FOREVER.
..Don’t let him break her Hatori…
❝Let me help you.❞
She made her way up towards the male, seeing him already undressing. He seriously wanted this? Why though, what made him so HAPPY about being able to touch her? Akito was always disgust with her own body, she normally kept her clothing on, unless someone undress her.
Of course Akito was silent as soon as her cold hands, touched the male. Unbuttoning his shirt first. She hadn’t even pulled it off him, she just stared at his chest. Those tiny fingers running down his chest. Just soft touches. She wanted to cry, she wanted Hatori to hug her && tell her he loved her. She never got that, she never got anything.
❝You just gotta be gentle…You have me for tonight, no one will come before you on this night, just me & you. ❞
Without a single word, Akito’s face was lifted up to face Hatori. Those emotionless hues, her doll like figure. She was nothing but a doll that needed to be protected to all the olderMALES. She could feel his lips against hers, she could feel her body being pulled close to him, his warmth is something sheLOVED. He acted cold, yet Hatori’s body temperature was always warmer than hers.
Allowing the kiss to break, Akito didn’t even have her eyes closed. It’s sad, Kureno, Shigure && now Hatori. They don’t know, they never knew that SEX meant nothing to her, only a weapon to keep them close to her. It was so dark outside, the moonlight shined upon them. She could feel Hatori’s hands undoing her robe. He has seen it all before, the scarred body. The bruises she had caused on herself.
He never talked about the self abuse she gave herself. He didn’t care, he. he was selfish. Just like Kureno & Shigure.
Being laid down on the futon, was easy. Akito allowed Hatori to do whatever he wanted. She didn’t care where he put or how he did it. It was his N I G H T….Did this thing scare her? Yes, what if Hatori thought she wasn’t good enough for him anymore? What if he never asked to be with her again.
❝You need to calm down…Take it slow.❞ Akito spoke, moving her hands around his neck, he saw him still struggling getting his pants off. Akito, kept those darkened hues onto his, finally she could feel something pressing against her leg. She hadn’t even done anything yet & he has gotten into this type of mess.
He is a virgin after all, she wouldn’t expect that much of him today. A small breath escaped from her. She didn’t care much for foreplay, however she could feel Hatori’s fingers digging into her. She could feel her body reacting to them, clenching && moving towards his speed. Did she enjoy this? No, was it painful for her? Yes.
Sex hurt, but she’d carry on giving him the pleasure he needs. She will fake her moans, to please him. She will do anything for her animals. ANYTHING. She had finally closed her eyes, allowing Hatori to do what he pleased, feeling his lips against her breasts, this one was different. This made her feel more disgust with herself, a small gasp of air escaped from her. She wanted to cry, why is taking notice to them? Why isn’t he looking at her? She wants to be looked at, not at this ugly body.
Soon enough those two fingers were removed from her body, repaced with something bigger. Feel the pressure of something being pressed inside her. She heard a different sound from Hatori, Hatori stopped to look at her. Hatori’s face, he was crying. Yet Akito showed no emotion to him. Soon enough, his hips began working, he began to thrust inside the tiny female.
Akito’s hand reached up towards him, touching his face softly. Just to wipe those tears away. Her legs wrapped around his waist. To make the bond between stronger. What happened tonight, will always be kept a secret.
The thrusts, the pressure, Hatori stares. It didn’t last long. Hatori was already at this breaking point. ❝It’s okay…You can do it.❞ Akito told him, feeling herself being lifted up with Hatori, she sat upon him, her arms wrapping around his slender body, her legs still tightly around his waist. She began moving along with him. The loud sound of exploding came for Hatori, feeling the warmth filling up inside her. A small yelp escaped from the god.
Heavy breathing could be heard, until small whimpers from Hatori, he was sobbing. Akito turned herself to face the man who was digged into his shoulder. Pressing her lips against the top of his head ;; the god muttered soothing words. ❝Don’t cry, you did good Hatori…You did very good.❞ He didn’t do good, but she had no idea why the Dragon was crying…She just didn’t know. ❝I love Hatori very much…❞
⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— He cried. Like a child, Hatori had cried in her arms as he made love to the object of his desires, the very thing he had been born for- born to protect. Hatori was a succinct man; a stony expression with a heart of ice that kept others so very, very far away. Due to the curse, it was so rare for him to ever allow others in, allow them near. As far as women went, Akito was the only one he kept in his company.
Not even Kana had found her way into the dragon’s bed.
He’d been a virgin. His body was untouched and free of the bruises and fingerprints left behind of outsiders. Akito had been the only one to touch him, to relieve his body of that pent up desire that boiled deep in the pit of his stomach. It wasn’t often he came to her, keening and begging like a child for a toy. It wasn’t that he wished to do this- on the contrary, he never came to her unless he was utterly, and completely desperate.
Hatori had no intentions of burying himself inside the God, he had no intention to make love for the very first time by defiling her body in such a way. It had been her to suggest such a thing- Hatori was taken aback. In fact, it had been weeks since she last offered to allow him to use her. The dragon was a man who often internalized.
He needed to step away from the situation and think.
…And think he did, night after night, in the shower with his own hand pumping over his arousal and then damning himself afterwards for such lewd thoughts about their God.
He’d made the decision. If anybody were worthy of taking his virginity, it would be her. It would be the God they all worshiped, the God he had given his very life to. It was her that deserved this. Anyone else just would not do.
It happened. His hands, his mouth, floating over her body in a desperate attempt to make this just a little bit less revolting for her, make it just a little less like a chore. It an attempt in vain, desperately trying to apply the skills Ayame and Shigure tried to teach him about long ago in their teen years, trying to get her to just make a sound– just one pleasured utterance so he didn’t feel as guilty about this entire ordeal. He was struggling.
By the time he had buried himself to the hilt inside the fragile, little God, Hatori was sobbing. Coming undone in her hands, he fell apart. The sheer intensity of the sensations, the emotional connection he had yearned for for so long was finally here, at his very fingertips. He had spent twenty-seven long, tireless years staying awake at night, trying imagine what making love to someone he cared for would be like- what it could possibly feel like.
This had been everything he had expected, and more.
He was awful. Hatori was no fool; Shigure spoke of countless, sleepless nights with his lovers, not finding completion until the sun came up and both were entirely spent. The second he was fully sheathed inside her, he could feel it. That coil deep in the pit of his stomach was tightening, and all it took was a few more thrusts, a few more strokes, before he spilled himself inside her, tears running down his cheeks as she tried to wipe them away.
The damage had been done; he was a disappointment. He had been given a gift, he had been allowed to enter her body and yet again, he was a failure. Miserable, Hatori found little satisfaction in his release, now only concerned that she found him to be an inadequate lover and regretting her decision to allow him to make love to her frail, lithe body.
…It was to his surprise, however, that Akito began comforting him. It he who should be consoling her, yet here the God was, kissing his forehead and telling him that he had done well. Not even his own mother nor father gave him praise in such a way. Akito was wrong. He had failed, yet… Yet, somehow, her words were able to console him. It may have been a lie, but the fact that Akito was attempting to convince him otherwise was a rare, brief moment of kindness from her- a fleeting moment of empathy that made his chest swell with emotions so deep, not even he could ever know the ramifications of.
He hugged her. Pulling the God close, their bodies still connected as one as she sat in his lap, the dragon hugged the God to his chest, slick with sweat. There was a thin sheen of sweat on her as well, her ever-cold body now hot to the touch.
“Akito,” Hatori whispered, his nose burying in her neck as the tips of her silken hair ticked his cheek. “You… You took my virginity. I want to thank you. I want to thank you, Akito, because I…” There was a pause now, Hatori wrenched his eyes shut as he felt more tears start to spill, pooling in her collar bone. His voice went soft, the timbre wavering as the threat of his confession was resting just on the tip of his tongue now.
“I want to thank you, Akito, because I love you.” And I never thought I’d ever be able to feel this with someone I love. Thank you.
A Grumpy Little Dragon 