R18. Not as detailed, but minors KEEP OUT.

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part 1

Kai finds her at the mini library, her back turned to him as she stared at the white grand piano now occupying the huge space by the window.

She's been here for a while, he can tell. She's stripped down, only wearing an oversized white button-up that he knows belongs to him, her milky legs exposed for his eyes to feast on.

His gaze drops on her exposed left shoulder blade when he approaches her. Arms snaking around her waist, he plants a kiss on her neck. He feels her take a deep breath.

"Why are you looking at it like that?" he mumbles.

"Kelan pa dumating 'to?"

"Two days ago."

Her hands fall on top of his. "Why did you buy this? Be honest with me."

"I saw how you looked at it," he says. "It belongs to you."

"Sayang naman. No one will use it here."

"Ako," he answers promptly. "I'll use it. Teach me."

Milly's breath hitches, and then she's turning to him, her eyes wide with surprise, searching his. "Do you really mean that? Do you really wanna know how to play?"

There's something different in the way she asked that, but he doesn't know what.

He nods, leaning down to brush his lips against her. "Yeah. Take me to your world. Help me understand."

She softens, reacting to his advances right away, and chases his mouth for a deeper kiss. "I'll teach you," she breathes across his lips. "But only you will play. Okay?"

He agrees. Milly takes her place and settles on the stool, leaving enough space to fit the two of them.

"Sit with me."

"Don't you want to get clothed first? You're going to distract me if we'll do this while you're wearing that?" he says, sitting beside her while his eyes dart down to the alabaster skin of her thighs.

He fights the urge to run a hand across it.

"Sorry 'di na 'ko nagpaalam. I feel more comfortable wearing this than my own. Plus, it's easier to remove later. Try to focus na lang," she says with a laugh. "Do you have any idea how to play this or is this your first time talaga?"

"Wala. Wala akong alam kahit ano."

His eyes are still on her thighs, and how they look soft and small next to his own. Maybe even smaller under his rough hands.

Milly slides her fingers into his, getting his attention. His eyes flicker back up to her face.

Her eyes crinkling in amusement. Like she knows his struggle.

"I won't be able to teach you much ha, 'cause I don't really wanna waste our time learning this when we can be on your bed doing better things."

This woman.

He nips her neck before saying, "Don't worry about that. I can go straight to work from here. May gamit na 'ko dito."

"You won't be getting much sleep though."

"I'll live."

"Alright, then," she answers. "Watch me closely. I'll show you the proper posture. Pay attention to my wrists and fingers because you'll need to develop good posture to develop good technique later on."

Hard to do when she's in his clothes like that, wearing almost nothing underneath. He can see the valley of her breasts everytime she leans close enough to him. Good thing the material is thick enough to cover what he shouldn't be seeing right now.

His palms buzz with anticipation. And blood's rushing to where it shouldn't. But fuck if he can control it.

"Kai, are you listening to me? Eyes up here."

Milly's silently chuckling when he looks up at her face again.

"You're not ready to learn."

No.

No, he's not.

He did not think this through.

"Did you even understand what I was saying?" she asks, still chuckling. Because she knows.

"Proper distance. Relax my arms and fingers."

"That's what I was saying two minutes ago. Ano sinabi ko just now?"

He falls silent. He has no idea, fuck.

Milly slides a hand on his upper thigh, dangerously close to his already tightening groin, and presses a kiss to the side of his lips, mouth trailing to his ear, "I know. I want you too. Kaya can we just get to the better part na? We can learn this later."

He'll have to agree to that. Heat is already boiling his blood, and he's starting to sweat despite the low temperature of the room.

She's already straddling him by the time he manages to respond, arms locking around his, hands making a mess of his still-wet hair, mouth insistent and needy against his own.

When she starts grinding against him, that's when his brain fires up, and he automatically gets up, his arms pressing her against his body to support her weight as she wraps her legs around his torso.

"Not here."

"Kala ko makakaisa ako. Oh, well. There goes my library fantasies."

"Planado ba 'to?"

"Ako pa? Weren't you the one who had plans in mind when you brought that here?" she's saying as he brings them to the bed.

Milly pulls him to herself after he carefully places her back down. A moment later, and she's already straddling him again.

"Good that you're not wearing jeans tonight," she says, palm tracing the joggers he's wearing. "It's not that thick. You'll feel me."

And then she's grinding against him again in that hot, tempting rhythm, and his mind instantly shuts down. His body defaults to autopilot, almost becoming instinctual.

He tries to flip them over to regain control, but she uses her legs to brace against it.

"Don't move," she breathes out, lower lip between teeth, face crunching in pleasure and concentration. "Let me just feel you like this."

She nibbles on his lower lip before she moves to a pressure point in his neck.

The moan builds in his throat, which he swallows back down. It comes out as a groan when she grinds a little too strongly and electric fire burns through his entire body.

His hand reaches between her thighs to stop her torture, instantly feeling how wet she's gotten. He slips his fingers under her waistband and traces a line across her slit. Milly holds his wrist.

"Not yet. Just kiss me."

"You're aching."

And he's painfully hard and erect against her wetness now.

"I know. But I want to be good to you tonight."

When her hand dips under his joggers and sets him loose, his eyes shut closed, and he hears himself groaning again.

This woman.

Gonna be the death of him.

Her mouth returns to his neck and her hand slides up and down his member in alternating speed and rhythm.

His palm move to the space on her lower back, hungry to feel her softness and warmth without obstruction while the other smoothens the undersides of her left thigh.

Milly's moaning in his ear, and he comes in her hands like that.

***

"You're holding back again," she chastises after he returns the favor and uses his tongue to relieve her ache.

"I promised you I'll be more careful with your body," he answers, arms propping his body up, as he thrusts in and out of her in a slow pace she finds frustrating.

"By holding back. You look like you're in pain."

He is.

He's painfully hard again feeling her like this, and he desperately needs to pick up speed and chase after that high again, but it's fine. She needs to go first.

And he needs to be careful with her while she's still quite sensitive from the earlier stimulation.

"Good pain," he says.

"I don't know why you're doing this. I didn't ask you to. Never mo naman ako nasaktan."

Kai leans forward and brings his mouth to hers. "You feel good in bed, Milly," he's rasping out. "I easily get lost in the act when I'm inside you that I often forget you're still fragile despite how you act. I meant it when I said I'll treat you better."

"There's nothing wrong in the way you treated me last time. I told you. You didn't hurt me. 'Di na lang talaga ako sanay na tumatagal nang gano'n 'cause none of the previous partners I had can keep my arousal for that long," she says, biting her lips from time to time to stifle her moans. "Kai. Why are there lubes in your drawer now?"

"I read up on women. How to take care of you better. They'll help make sure I won't hurt you by accident."

"Ni-research mo what to do? You researched sex? How meticulous can you get?"

"I'm not a woman. I don't know what you need."

"You only need to ask me."

"Yes. But you have the tendency to sacrifice yourself for others. I don't want you to do that with me."

"Kai. I wasn't kidding. I'm fine with us going rough. I want it."

"You're not getting it today." He kisses her lips sensually. "You're tired, aren't you? That's not what you need."

"You promised me."

"Next time," he whispers to her ear and smirks, "baby."

She shuts her closed, moaning at the endearment, and he feels her walls tightening around him. She likes that, huh. When he uses her own words back to her. He pushes down the urgent need to slam into her and struggles to keep his pace slow and gentle.

Her pleasure's intensifying his own need. Fuck.

"Kuya Evan was right when he said you're nice. For all that frown and mad hulk attitude like how your sister calls it, you're a softie deep within."

"Hmm." He hums in reply. "Point me."

"Point you where?"

"To where it feels best for you. Teach me how to make you feel good. Show me how to touch you."

Milly takes his hand and guides him. "This. Right here. And here-" she stops when he hits her sweet spot. "Fuck, that feels good too. Speed up a little. There. Ganyan. Keep it up."

Hearing her talk like that is pushing him even closer to the edge. He follows her instructions, making sure not to use too much strength on her.

"Kai," she moans, calling out his attention.

"Hmm," he says, mouth back on her neck.

"If you're this good and nice, I wonder why your ex even bothered to leave you."

"Thought we agreed you won't mention others."

"Sorry. It slipped out."

"Boring," he suddenly says.

"What?"

"She said I was boring."

"Why would she say that?"

"Because I can't do the things she wanted to do at the time. We were in college. I was focused on graduating. She thought I was boring and inattentive. She wanted to play."

"What kind?"

"Clubs. Sex. Emotional connection. Communication. Everything I can't do at the time. And everything I struggle with even now. I'm not particularly expressive, as you've noticed."

"But you slept with her."

"Yes.

"Were you like this with her before? This rough? This gentle?"

"How do you think I learned, Milly?"

"She taught you."

"We learned together. I was her first. She was mine."

"Huh."

Her tone registers a little different to him. She falls silent, and Kai pulls away from the crook of her neck to look at her face. There's an odd expression swimming in her eyes that he's not familiar with. Never seen it before on her.

"Must be one hell of a memory," she says.

"It's just that. A memory now. She wanted to explore a lot of things. Go to places I can't at the time."

"So she left."

"She didn't leave. She cheated on me," he says and adds, "She wanted to get what I couldn't give from others while I was busy. She said it was necessary if I wanted her to stay. She was right in a way. I failed that relationship."

Her face flashes in disbelief.

"What the fuck?" she curses. "You don't believe that, do you? Is that why you forgave her?"

"I loved her."

"And why did you break up?"

"We were trapped in a cycle. I realized I can never give her what she wants and she'll always seek that from someone else."

"So you let her go."

"Yes," he says, driving faster into her. Milly moans louder in response. "And I really can't handle being cheated on anymore. Like I said. I don't like sharing. It was a bad break up."

"Do you still love her?" she asks in between her moans.

"Sinabi ko na sa 'yo. Matagal nang hindi."

"You don't think about her anymore?"

"How can I when you've been occupying my thoughts most days? You're hard to get rid of." To prove his point, he pulls his member out and slams back in, burying himself to the hilt.

A hiss escapes her lips, and Milly tips her head back, her nails clawing at his back.

"I won't be touching you like this if I'm hung up on another," he murmurs to her lips.

"Wala namang problema sa 'kin kung mahal mo pa. Basta 'di na kayo. I don't wanna be a mistress. But I can help you forget."

"Hindi na."

"Okay. Hindi na."

"Do you think I am? Boring?"

Kai pauses for a second to wait for her answer. Milly moves her hips to continue the friction.

He can feel her tightening even more, her breathing coming out sharper with every thrust they make.

She's close.

He continues his pace.

"Babe. I won't beg you to fuck me if I thought you were. Tsaka you're not boring. You're just a little bit too serious and intense. But I wouldn't want you if you were any different." She pulls him into a sweet kiss, and Kai halts completely.

He pulls out of her and slides his palm up her thigh. Milly complains at his sudden withdrawal.

"Turn around."

She does, and when he's back inside her, he adds more speed to help her find her release. She's climaxing in no time.

She turns again after the orgasm hits her in full force. He watches as the mask of pleasure clouds her face. Eyes shut closed, lips swollen and parted slightly, peaks hard and still so ready for him, sweat glistening her smooth skin. She looks magnetic like this, and he doesn't want to think that some other man can see this same view when he's not with her.

His member throbs at her sight, and the urge to continue fucking her churns at his stomach. But he slides out of her.

He moves down to take her hardened nipple into his mouth. His other hand massaging her other breast in soothing, sensual motions.

"You can continue. You didn't come yet," she's saying in a breathy voice.

"You're oversensitive now. I'll hurt you."

She opens her eyes to glance at his arousal. "What about you?"

"I'll handle it."

"No, no. Come up here. Give me a few minutes. I'll be fine after." She pulls him up by his arms and wraps her hand around his neck. "I'll help you. Lean over to me."

She pulls his mouth into a lazy kiss, and then her hands are back on his shaft again. She works him up against her lower abdomen until he's losing himself at the blinding pleasure ricocheting through this body. He moves inside her hand, against her skin, so hard that he's spilling hotly onto her stomach in no time.

Panting, he brushes his lips against the shell of her ear to thank her. "I'll clean you up."

He's trying to roll off of her, but Milly keeps her arms around his neck, exerting pressure to keep him down. "Stay for a minute. We can clean up later."

He's crushing her, so he uses his elbows to hold his weight and keep his upper torso up as his mouth softly finds hers again in a languid, sweet kiss.

When both of their breathing finally stills, and a comfortable silence engulfs them, Kai finally rolls to the side, pressing her back to his chest, his hand resting on the space above her heart.

He can feel every beat under his fingertips. Milly places her palm on top of his.

"Did that feel good for you?"

He murmurs his confirmation. Because it did.

part 2

After shower, Milly finds him outside. He's back in his territory, moving around the kitchen to get some ice and a bottle of whiskey.

"Martini?" he asks her when she sits at the island stool.

"Yes, please."

"Gin or vodka?"

"Vodka."

He finishes making his own and starts preparing her martini with vodka and vermouth.

It strikes her then that they got all this backward. She usually gets her drink before sex to fire up her mood and keep her going. But it's different with Kai because she doesn't even need to drink to get aroused.

He can do that by himself just fine.

With just his voice.

Now she's having martini with him as a post-sex downtime routine.

She bites her lip as she watches him prepare her drink, his rather sexy back muscles flexing when he reaches for the Vermouth inside the cupboard.

"You're so fucking hot," she blurts out when he slides the drink to her.

Kai lifts a brow in amusement, making way over to her side to sit on the stool beside her.

"What is it about you that got me so hooked on you? Is it because I know you're not into this, and you weren't into me at first, kaya I'm enjoying your attention now?"

"You're only wondering now? Ang tagal mo na 'kong pinapahirapan."

"Is that really how you see it? Pinapahirapan kita?"

"You're not the one dealing with pesky thoughts at night."

"And what do you do to remove those thoughts?"

"I work out."

"Kaya ba super ripped mo these days? Is that courtesy of me?"

"I'm a man. What do you expect?" he answers with a flat tone. "Then and now, perception ko lang sa 'yo nagbago, but your effect still remains the same. You're one frustrating woman."

She grins.

Kai's gaze traces down to her neck. He reaches out and runs his thumb over a spot under her jaw.

"Does this hurt?"

"No. I'm more worried I'll run out of concealer one day, but it's fine. It's my fault anyway. I forgot to add that to the rules. No one's allowed to leave me marks anywhere visible."

Kai leans down and plants a kiss on the exact same spot he touched. Molten fire zaps through her skin upon contact, and she breathes in to compose herself.

"I'm sorry," he's murmuring.

"It's fine. I'm glad you're still gigil over me kahit na nagpipigil ka. Plus, I like it when you suck me there. You turn me on massively when you do."

Kai leans away and sighs. "You feel too good that I often lose my control when we're together. It won't happen again."

She twirls the martini glass with her fingers, her chest filling out with a flutter of emotions she can't put a name to. "Don't because I want you to do that-I want you to lose your senses everytime you're with me. I like it like that, so don't hold back."

He lifts the glass of whiskey to his lips to take a sip. Milly leans forward to kiss him.

The aftertaste of whiskey teases her tongue, but his mouth feels sweet against hers.

His brows are set into a puzzled frown when she meets his gaze again. She gives him a mischievous, playful grin, and his eyes darken, but he says nothing else.

He takes a gulp of the whiskey instead.

She grins again, knowing she turned him on with what she did. "Kuya Evan will probably die from a heart attack if he finds out what we're doing."

"Don't tell him."

"Not planning to. It'll be annoying to fend off people's questions when they find out."

"Good that we agree on that."

She lifts a hand and traces his lower lip with her index finger. It's swollen now, and a bit stained with her lipstick, but he looks even hotter being marked by her like this. "Obsessed with this too."

Kai takes a breath and locks his hand with hers, his thumb running across the back of her hand, before he returns it to her.

It's such a simple move but her skin burns.

"Your appetite doesn't end," he's saying, taking another drink from his whiskey.

"I thought since you asked me out, you'd wanna fuck 'til morning."

"I wasn't planning to get you to bed. I was just bored. I don't wanna use sex to alleviate my boredom, but you just had to wear my clothes. I was hoping to abstain for a few days."

Her spine tingles at the implication of his words.

"Damn, babe. You really know how to make me feel special," she answers with a smirk. "It wasn't like this before naman. I mean, I've always been in touch with my sexual character. But you make my sex drive spike high these days. I agree we should abstain for a few days. Makes it more exciting when we meet again."

Kai turns to her, an amused smirk on his face. "You can hold back?"

"I'll try," she says with a laugh. "Hey. Call me that again. Baby."

She can still remember how she shivered when he said it to her ear, dark, teasing, but so him.

But Kai ignores her flirting.

"You want another?" he asks instead when he notices that her glass is empty.

"Yes, please."

He gets her glass and walks back into the kitchen to make her another. "'Di ka rin nagsasawa dito."

"I can be quite devoted when I want to," she says. "To the things I like."

His gaze is cast down, focused on pouring the shot of vodka into the glass. "Eccentric. Unpredictable. Ano pa bang iba sa 'yo?"

"You're psycho-analyzing me. Don't, sasakit lang ulo mo. Let's just enjoy the flow, okay? We don't need to overthink this. We can just have fun."

"I didn't agree to you to have fun, Milly," he says, pausing to look at her.

"Then why did you agree?"

"Because you won't leave my thoughts. If I can't get you out of my system, I might as well just satisfy my need until it's gone. There's no point denying anymore. I'm highly attracted to you. You're not bad in bed, and we have chemistry."

There it is again. The inexplicable flutter of excitement rising in her chest.

"Now we're communicating. Glad you're finally telling me what you really think."

"Kailan ko ba tinago sa 'yo totoong iniisip ko?"

She shrugs. "You rarely talk."

"And you talk too much."

"Believe me, only to certain people."

He raises a brow.

"Only to people I trust."

"You trust me," he says in disbelief.

"Kai, you're not just a guy I'm fucking. You're a friend. I care about you."

He doesn't respond to that and hands over her drink. "How many of us did you become friends with?" he asks when he's back on her side again.

A teasing smile pulls at her lips. "I thought you don't want me to talk about them?"

"Gusto ko malaman."

"Not all. Some, but not all. There's not a lot of them though. And I've never had anything with them like I have with you. I mean, in terms of frequency. Except Spiro siguro because I've known him for years," she explains. "The difference you have with them though is we were actually friends first before we ended up like this."

"I thought you and that guy are friends?"

"Spiro, he has a name. And no, we were acquaintances. Nakasama ko siya a few times in travels, but we weren't really friends talaga when we started... Anyway, we don't sleep with each other often. Only when we really need it. Only when we can't find others. It's comfortable with him. Safe, coz he won't fall for me and ako rin. But we don't really wanna keep doing it, respect na rin for Ollie.

She continues, "No one has really lasted that long either. Either they find someone else, someone serious, or they break our agreement. I didn't really sleep with them as much as I slept with you. Ikaw pa lang tumagal. I guess that's your charm. Your stupid ego got me obsessed with you. You bring the thrill to my life," she says and adds in a whisper, "As I do yours, you can't deny that."

He looks away. "I don't need to deny the obvious."

"But it doesn't need to be just that. This doesn't need to be purely transactional. This can also be comfort, you know. A way to release stress. A way to release pressure. To breathe. To feel." She smiles and leans over to start kissing him again. "Maybe I have a thing for suplado guys who don't say much. Your attitude comes through even in the way you fuck. Sometimes. Not anymore 'cause you've changed."

"You provoke me too much," he says but his hand is back on her nape, making rubbing motions there.

Arms around him, she buries her face in the crook of his neck and takes a whiff of his perfume. "We're not you and me if we're not clashing so hard, Kai. It's our thing."

She feels his arm snaking around her body in response. "And you're not you if you're not making things difficult for me."

"You want me for that anyway."

"Unfortunately."

But his mouth on hers tells her otherwise.