This Body Naturally Does Mornings, Too
"I'm sorry... first thing in the morning."
Alper rested a hand on the edge of the blanket and leaned toward her, eyes averted even as he drew closer. His knee creaked as he carefully climbed onto the bed. He planted a palm beside her thigh, sweat beading along his shoulders, and caught his breath with earnest gravity.
"This situation right now... I really ought to hold back..."
He hadn't even finished the sentence before Seira sat up at her leisure and reached a hand between the young master's thighs.
"Oh, come on. Hold back what?"
She worked her hand with a lazy, almost bored air, then bent at the waist and dipped her head toward his lower abdomen.
"Young master, you do know that if you just shove it in first thing in the morning when you're already hard, it takes forever, right? And you last plenty long as it is... I'll give you something nice first, so just sit back and enjoy, okay?"
The moment those words left her mouth, her warm lips pressed flush against the head of his cock.
As far as he knew, Seira had only had her first time yesterday—so how did she know something like that? The puzzled thought flickered through Alper's mind for a heartbeat before the stream of his consciousness was cut clean off.
"Nngh...!"
Her lowered head, her tongue, had begun to lick across the slightly parted glans. The base of him was still flushed a vivid red, and pre-cum was already leaking out. Seira gathered her breasts around it as if drawing it into an embrace, wrapping her tongue slowly around the swelling length. A long thread of clear saliva dripped down, then wound like silk around his steadily hardening cock.
"Hah... hah, Seira..."
Alper tried to hold still, but his hips gave a twitch. His abs trembled in a faint spasm, and his thighs clenched with a reflexive tightness.
"This isn't right, first thing in the morning... it's dangerous... I-I really...!"
And yet Seira looked up at him and smiled.
"Mm, well. That's why—"
Then, teasingly, she dipped her head even deeper. The young master's glans vanished as if buried in her mouth, and from above, the pressure of her breasts coiled around him. Between her slightly parted, enormous breasts, his rigid length was sliding in just as it had the night before.
"Or we could just speed things along."
"Nngh...!"
Alper covered his face with both hands. The tranquil morning was already a distant memory. His mind was half gone, and his hypersensitive glans was on the verge of bursting from even the lightest suction. But she was using every advantage of her body with the utmost leisure.
"Pwah—"
Then, as if releasing the pressure in her mouth, she blew a light puff of air and popped his glans free with a wet sound. The flushed tip slipped from her lips, glistening with saliva from below.
"......Seira..."
Alper's voice was already ragged, as if he were drowning, and the look in his eyes was no longer that of an innocent young master. Seira lifted her head and looked him full in the face—the man she herself had made of him.
With a smile and a little hum, she slowly leaned her upper body back. One hand braced behind her, both legs slightly spread, she opened herself to him as if offering her very center.
It was neither a command nor a seduction. It was simply the confident invitation of a woman who already knew the answer.
Alper didn't even catch his breath. Instinct came first. His hands gently wrapped around Seira's thighs and spread them, while one hand gripped his own cock and drew it forward.
Squelch—
His cock, still wet from her mouth, slid straight into the opening between her spread legs.
"Nnh...!"
Seira swallowed a short breath and gave a little twitch. Then she stretched both arms out across the bed and lifted her hips slightly. The inside of her was sucking him in with a familiar, springy tightness.
"Seira... it feels good. It feels so good..."
"Mm, mm... Young master, you're already in heat first thing in the morning."
Short breaths, and a rhythm of bodies that could not have been more perfect. Seira wrapped her legs around Alper's waist as if to tickle him, lifting her own pelvis to take him even deeper.
"Hah...!"
The bed shook once more. Sunlight filtering through the gap in the window settled over the two bodies soaking the bedding. Out in the world, people would be busy with the midday hour—but inside this room, only the breath and joining of a man and a woman filled the everyday.
Slap— slap—
With every collision of their bodies the mattress bounced, and Seira arched her back hard, pulling her hips up along his arms.
"Hah...! Ah, young master... there, it feels... so good..."
At Seira's moans, Alper's face flushed as he breathed hard, losing himself inside her. The breasts swelling and trembling before his eyes, the thighs wrapping and squeezing his waist, and that wet sensation that refused to let go of his cock by even an inch. He swallowed and gently stroked her cheek.
"...Seira, I... I'm about to..."
And then he tried to ease his hips back. As he'd intended—outside. That damned sense of propriety, determined not to cross the line.
But—
"No."
The instant his hips lifted, Seira wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed down, firmly blocking the movement.
"You're trying it again? We talked about this yesterday."
Her cheeks were flushed, but the stubbornness in her eyes was firmer than anyone's.
"I like this. If you keep doing that... it makes me feel bad."
Alper looked down at her with startled eyes, swallowed, and whispered.
"...Seira, inside is... too dangerous. And... yesterday..."
But Seira smiled.
"Mm. You came inside yesterday too."
She gave a cute little shake of her head, the corner of her mouth lifting. There was no mercy for a reason already in ruins. Gentleness was stronger than force.
At those words, Alper's eyes wavered for a moment. Then he wrapped his arms around hers and drove his hips forward again.
"Hah...!"
Seira arched her back and threw herself toward the peak of midday. The sensation of being filled to the brim. Something sticky and hot was pouring into her, shaking her depths.
"Nngh...!"
"Nnngh...♡"
The inn, filled with the sounds of sex, felt in that moment like a honeymoon suite belonging to the two of them alone. She wrapped her legs tighter, and Alper, in the midst of pouring out his pleasure, pulled her closer with both arms. The heat filling the room spread toward its climax.
"Hwaaah~"
After lingering a while longer in the afterglow, Seira swept her hair back and stretched. She had been strikingly beautiful to begin with, but now there was a peculiar sheen to her. Room service that delivered every kind of dish right to the door—premium-grade, the works. The particular glow of someone who had slept too well and eaten too well. And on top of that, a bellyful of a man's dense seed. Whether the sex routine simply agreed with her body, she looked like someone who had been meticulously tended with refined beauty water.
"Shall I help you get ready to go out?"
Alper, who had been her partner since yesterday, still had a few faint kiss marks along his neck from where Seira had sucked on him—but after quietly washing up and combing his hair neat, he looked, from the outside, like the picture of a perfect young gentleman. His shirt was buttoned with precision, and even the sash at his waist was tied at the exact right angle. His eyes, however, were faintly unfocused. It was the look of someone who had tasted an adult's lingering heat for the first time—a languor that had soaked all the way down to the depths.
Far from having been the one consumed, he was a man who had thoroughly taken a woman. And thanks to Seira's hands, her lips, and her body, he had been polished to a shine, carrying the particular glow of a handsome young man who had eaten extremely well.
"Oh... look at you, young master. You're a wreck."
"Pardon?"
"Never mind."
Seira shook her head and set her feet on the floor.
"I don't have much to get ready. All I've got to wear is that one robe."
"Then shall we stop by the dressmaker's before we move on?"
"Hmm. Sure."
The two of them left the room, and when they arrived at the first-floor lobby, the innkeeper was sorting through a bill with one hand. He took one look at them and launched into several entirely unnecessary coughs.
"Ahem. Ah... I trust you weren't inconvenienced during your stay..."
"We weren't."
Seira answered as if it were nothing, flicking a few of Alper's coins across with her fingers.
"Wow, this inn is amazing. All fancy and sparkly and so quiet~ We slept like a dream thanks to you."
The innkeeper froze at that.
"...I-is that so. Well, ours is a modern building, you see. Very sturdy."
As he said it, he snuck a glance at Alper. The young master averted his eyes, making a determined effort to pretend he had not heard the innkeeper's implication at all.
...No, even so... that room isn't built so you'd hear it that clearly...
Leaving the innkeeper to his dizzy inner turmoil, the two of them departed as if nothing had happened, their faces clean and fresh.
Coming down the stairs, Seira glanced back at Alper following behind her and let the corner of her mouth lift.
"Guess we were a little loud, huh?"
She already knew. The words came with a smile in her eyes. She hadn't said it particularly loudly, but Alper coughed to cover her anyway, in case anyone overheard.
"Ahem...!"
The instant he realized she had stopped on the stairs, he hurried his steps, putting himself below her as a living guard, and gently reached out to catch the hem of her robe. There was, of course, nothing underneath it, and if the fabric happened to part on a steep staircase... he didn't even want to imagine it. There was a careful tenderness in that hand. Because he had held his tongue, the way he tidied her clothes spoke all the louder.
"Hey, so, I'm trying to go down?"
The tone said let go of this hand and stop blocking the way, and Seira arched an eyebrow.
"Ah, yes!"
At that, Alper hastily dropped his hand—but he couldn't give up the other part, and took the lead, volunteering himself as her personal bodyguard. For Seira, now walking behind him, his pace was too slow, and this wasn't a formation she particularly cared for either.
"Walk properly, would you? This is suffocating."
"I was worried that if you took a long stride, your robe might fall open..."
Alper explained his behavior in a quiet murmur, answering the complaint from behind. Seira, brimming with teasing, smiled with a laugh in her voice.
"Young master. In the room you wanted me to spread it wide, but outside you're embarrassed?"
"......!!"
Alper spun around at once, scooped Seira into his arms, and simply carried her down the stairs at speed on his own two feet—as if he had to get her onto solid ground before she could drop another bombshell.
"Excuse me!!"