Luca is so strong that it would be scary if it wasn't so hot. By the time you make it back to his dorm, you can barely speak as mouch as touch. It's almost unnerving how much you could want someone, how much you could ache to have them, but there's something about this bright sweet man looking so utterly debauched that leaves you breathless with the desire to make him yours.
So even though he's the one who picks you up and throws you on the bed with a proud, confident flash of his pretty grin, you're the one who takes over from there- startling him in the best of ways as he melts under your touch. Luca is loud- little hitches of breath, whines, even whimpers, it drives you wild as you straddle his hips and start to unbutton his shirt.
"Fuck," he pants, leaning up to help you out of your top and kissing a trail back down the exposed skin. "You- you look so good, you're so- you're so cute," he says, voice almost a whine, like he's embarrassed to admit how much he likes you. "I... I can't believe you're here like this, I've, you know, I've- ahhhhh," he covers his face, suddenly overcome with a wave of charming shyness as he tries to admit to something. "Y'know... I've thought about it before," he mumbles, groaning again. He peers at you through his fingers as if scared you'll be upset, and for a moment, you're struck dumb by just how cute this all is- Luca on his back, shyly hiding his face, cock half-hard already from just a few kisses and face red as a cherry tomato.
It occurs to you in that moment that you're going to ruin this man for anyone else.
His fingers are a little rough with callouses from some kind of hard work on the edges- so you kiss them, gentle and sweet, tenderly prying his hands away from his pretty face so you can kiss that, too, and kiss away his nerves and shyness with a kind of fondness that would surprise you with its intensity were it for anyone other than Luca. He giggles, tickled by the feather-light pecks, but gradually he relaxes against you, and before long you're both giggling and trading sweet little kisses meant to treasure rather than titillate. It's terribly sweet, but so is Luca at the end of the day- beautiful, mischievous, and so, so kind to everyone he meets. Even you, from the very first day.
Especially you, you realize, as he grabs your hands and looks deeply into your eyes before wordlessly pressing his forehead against yours in a silent gesture of affection.
"You're... you're so sweet." He whispers, a touch of awe in his tone, as if he's surprised that you like him just as much as he seems to like you. "I- listen, I really do, you know. I like you... you're so- so cute, and... and I really love it when we spend time together- you always help me out. I notice this stuff! You started carrying a spare umbrella after that time I forgot mine, and- and how you always just happen to have bought the wrong flavor of food so I can have it, right? You're always looking out for me, and I... I really appreciate it. I really," he whispers, drawing close again, "I really want you to know how much I like you," he breathes, as his lips press against yours with renewed desire.
Luca's hands are so strong, but he's gentle as he coaxes you off of his lap so he can shimmy out of his pants. You follow suit, and there's a moment of shared hesitation as you both feel out how far you want this to go, just how much of each other you want to give up tonight. It's obvious what Luca's body wants, already at half-mast again from just the sight of your body before him- but it's just as clear that Luca doesn't want to ask for too much too soon, and risk making things uncomfortable when they're going so so well.
"I, it's just- y'know, it's a lot. It's a lot," he repeats, softer this time, uncertain as you both feel out the boundaries of this new thing between you. "We don't- we don't have to do anything, if you don't want to. I mean tonight, or... or in the future. Maybe, if- if you, you know, if you want to come back again, uh." He swallows thickly, tries valiantly to gather his thoughts when all the blood in his body wants to rush south. "I- I'm happy like this, is what I want to say. Just... I'm happy that you want to kiss me, that, that you even want to do this much makes me- it drives me crazy," he admits, as has gaze rakes slowly down, then back up your exposed skin. "I want to touch you so badly, but... I don't know if... I'm not sure if I'm ready for... for that yet." He admits, looking down and away like he's embarrassed to say it, like there's something wrong with him as a man for not wanting to nine inch nail someone the moment they step into his room.
Something pulls at your heartstrings to see him so uncertain, and in no time at all you've crossed the distance between you to loop your arms around his neck and kiss him again, to reassure him, to tell him that you're just as happy to spend time with him as you are to share your bodies- and the relief on his face is palpable, the gratitude in his eyes almost painful to see. Luca doesn't hesitate to lift you up again, and it's natural the way your legs wrap around his waist. It doesn't seem to tire him out at all to hold you suspended against him, strong arms flexing as you kiss and whisper gentle affirmations between one another, reassuring each other that this is okay, that you're both okay, until there's no room left between you and Luca for anything except the plain, simple honesty of your own desires.
Luca eases back onto the bed, setting you below him like you're something precious and breakable that he needs to protect, and oh, how many times have you dreamt of this, longed for the vision of Luca Kaneshiro's strong body caging you in to become a reality? It's even better in person, you think, it's even better because you can touch and feel, can revel in the flexing of his muscles as you run your hands down his beautiful chest and across the broad plane of his back, tracing the whorling patterns of his tattoos as you go. Luca's mouth is hot and needy, trailing hot open-mouthed kisses across every bared inch of your skin he can reach.
"You feel soooo good, fuuuuck," he whines, dropping his head to your chest for a moment like he has to catch his breath. "I want- I want to, fuck, I don't know- I want to touch you, I, I want you to touch me, I want to make it good for you- is this good for you?" He asks, worrying his lower lip in concern and visibly brightening at your reassurances, like he's proud to make you feel good. "Fuck I want to just grab you, want- I want to put my hands all over you, I can't get enough of you... even with all I said, I still... I wanna touch you so bad. I can't- I can't... do that yet, but... when I can..."
Luca steals another kiss, hot and wanting, before he shifts to lay beside you instead, pulling you flush against his body.
"You feel that, huh?" He asks, voice low and rough and hot as he grinds his hip against your leg. "You feel what you do to me? Do you even- you even know what I wanna do to you?" He asks, but he doesn't wait for an answer, instead leaning in to kiss you again, insistent now, so hot and bothered and needy for whatever you're willing to give him. "D'you know how many times I- how many times I thought about it, thought about doing this with- doing this with you, having you here, I- fuck," he shivers, and you can feel his cock throb against your skin even through the thin fabric separating you both. He whines at the sensation, breath shaky as he exhales, but it's clear he doesn't know what to do with himself, doesn't want to push for too much- so you take the initiative.
It only takes a moment to slip off your own underwear.
It only takes another moment to convince Luca to join you.
"Fffff- shit," he hisses, skin breaking out in goosebumps as you lightly run your fingers across the blunt head of his cock. The moisture beaded at the pretty tip follows in a sticky trail as you pull your hand away, and you have to resist the urge to lick it up, lest Luca lose his composure entirely. He's beautiful like this, flushed and wanting, body entirely bared for your appreciation and yours alone. He's perfect, you decide- or he will be, by the time you're done with him.
Luca arches into your touch as you return your hand and begin to stroke him lightly, swearing and burying his face in your neck as if to try and muffle his moans. It's unfairly sexy how affected he is from one simple touch, but it's sweet, too- he's precious, something worth spoiling, you decide. You want to make this as good for him as it is for you- better, even, if that's even possible. So you let go- murmuring a soothing reassurance as he lets out a strained plea for more- and fish around in his bedside table until you find what was almost guaranteed to be present: lotion. Luca pointed looks away as you tease him gently about the little container, but this, too, is somehow charming, and before long, your slick hand is back where you both want it to be.
"Aaah, it's cold!" Luca whines, but from the way his cock bobs against his belly at your first experimental touch, he doesn't seem to mind as much as it sounds like he does. "Fuck, oh fuck, that's- shit," he hisses, trying and failing to keep his hips still as you work your hand around his length. "It's so good, fuck, I- can I touch you?" He asks, desperate to reciprocate, hands practically shaking from the need to give pleasure even as he receives it. "Please let me touch you," he whispers. The desperation sends a thrill down your spine as you part your legs in silent invitation. With a noise that sounds almost wounded, Luca reaches out to finally get his hands on you, and suddenly it's so real what you're doing- here, with him, sharing this, sharing each other's bodies as you touch and breaths as you kiss, as words fall away to be replaced by the obscene sound of hands bringing pleasure and soft pleading moans- whether they are Luca's or your own it's hard to even say. The calloused pads of his fingers are electrifying against your skin as he strokes and teases them where you're most sensitive, and if it didn't feel so good to have him hot and throbbing in against your palm, you might entirely lose yourself to the feeling of his clever, wicked fingers giving you all you ever wanted and more.
"I want you," Luca breathes, or is it a whimper, the way he bucks up into your grip and shakes at the sensation of it, the way he kisses your lips and your neck until they're both marked from passion, the way he cries out when you do the same. Your free hand moves to brush against one of Luca's peaked nipples, impossibly pretty on the chest of a man, and he gasps, precum oozing from his tip as though in tacit affirmation that this, too, is good. So you do it again, tracing his pebbled areolas and rolling the peaked bud between your fingers as his own hands falter in your pleasure and his hips jerk erratically.
"They're- oh god they're sensitive, oh fuck, please don't- I don't- nnnnn, fuuuuck," he whines, almost incoherent as he begs for more from you, more of you, begs for you to bring him to his release until tears bead at the edges of his pretty long lashes and his cock starts to pulse and then all at once he cries out, broken and perfect like the most beautiful thing you've ever heard and he's spending against you, coating your belly and chest in white, holding onto you so tight it will leave bruises on you later-- marks you'll wear with pride. You work him through his release, milking every precious drop from his oozing cock until he's shaking from it, until it borders on so good it hurts.
"Oh my- god," he pants, face buried in the crook of your neck and strong body still shivering from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He murmurs your name, vulnerable as he shifts to wrap his arms around you and hold you tight, needing the closeness as he comes down from his high until he can finally breathe again, finally lift his head and meet your eyes.
Luca has always been beautiful to you, but like this- eyes dark with arousal and wet with emotion, expression longing as he reaches up to cup your cheek and gently pull you into another kiss- it hits you all over again just how stunning Luca really is. And just as much, how oblivious he seems to be to his own radiance. How despite his cheerful facade, he's vulnerable as anyone else in a moment like this, where he's been laid bare and open for another person's judgment.
He's perfect, you think, as you lean up to kiss away the tears threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes. In every way, and especially for his imperfections, Luca Kaneshiro is perfect.
When you lean back to look at him, he's smiling, warm and relaxed and so full of fondness that it makes your heart clench. And despite everything, there's that cute little furrow of his brow, that little concern he always seems to have for you and you alone.
"You didn't... you know," he says, voice now horse from overuse. "I want to make it good for you," he adds, as if anything about this wasn't so good already, wasn't already so fucking good just because Luca's laying pliant and boneless in your arms and you're the one who did this to him. He moves his hand low all the same, pausing in a wordless gesture of permission- but when you shift to grant him access, there is no more hesitation in Luca Kaneshiro. His hands return to their rightful place, one above on your chest, and one below where your body is burning for his touch, aching to feel his hands explore your body anew. You shift more, wanting to give him more room to work, to touch, to do whatever he wanted- and he swears as he sees the mess he's made of you, kisses you roughly despite his own exhaustion because the sight is so goddamn beautiful so unspeakably erotic. "I want- I want you again, I can't even go again, yet, you know? But I want to, I want... fuck, but I want to do everything with you," he whines, practically moans, in between sucking on the tender skin of your neck before- in a stroke of inspiration, shifting lower to instead work on your chest, apparently unbothered by the remnants of his own pleasure if it means getting to lick and suck at your nipples.
Each movement of his mouth against your skin sends a jolt of sensation straight down your spine to the throbbing heat pooled low in your stomach; as well, Luca's fingers are relentless in seeking your release. It's overwhelming in all the best ways, and when he mumbles something about using his mouth next time, you can't help the way your hips buck against his hand at the very thought of such pleasure, of seeing- and feeling- Luca Kaneshiro with his face between your thighs.
"You- you really like that, huh?" He laughs, pulling off of your chest with a prideful smirk. "You really like the idea of me, kissing down you, yeah? Kissing my way down... past these," he pauses to suck against your nipples again, nibbling lightly just to hear you cry out, "past these... and down your legs, and..." he trails off with a laugh that feels sinful coming from such a sweet person, but you'll gladly go to hell if it means dragging Luca down there with you. "Well, the thing is- the thing is, right?" He laughs again, dark and far too wicked to mean anything good, "I wanna be down there right now... I want to. I want to do everything with you... bet you taste so good," he whispers, pulling his hand away just to suck on his fingers and fuck, if that doesn't make something hot and molten twist inside of you, desire sharpening your need to a fine point at the way he grins at you, knowing damn well the effect he's having. It's infuriating- or at least it should be, but the sight of him looking so goddamn proud of himself now- the knowledge that he's comfortable doing this despite his earlier hesitance- makes something warm and soft bloom in your chest.
It's dangerous, the way it's impossible to stay mad at Luca- but as he gets back to work with a whispered promise of "next time," you find that you don't actually care so much at the end of the day- not when Luca is making you shudder and gasp, making you cling onto him, now, unaware that your nails will leave red crescents in his back for days to come. There's something molten coiling deep and low in your very core, something aching and tense and building, building ever closer to something that feels almost too much to bear. Your hips jerk and move of their own accord, chasing pleasure as much as Luca can give it, just as affected from his touch as his words as he whispers sweet praises into your skin. You're sexy, you're gorgeous, you taste so good, you're so good for him, it feels so good to have you like this... it's overwhelming to be touched like this, to be with him so intimately, and when he whispers your name, it's almost enough to break you down entirely. Luca twists his fingers just so, sucks another mark into your skin and bites- and something in you snaps, sight momentarily washing out as pleasure and heat engulf your senses. Luca works you through it, trying to make it last, making sure it's just as good for you as it is for him to see you come undone like this.
Luca's name has never tasted sweeter on your lips as you finally come down from the rush of it all, and by the time you start to feel less like a live wire and more like a person again, Luca has somehow managed to find the energy to get out of bed for a washcloth and a glass of water.
He's too thoughtful. It's just not fair how good he is. Deliriously, you realize you could very well get used to this- a dangerous thought that you shelve for later, when clearer heads and cooler libidos may prevail. For now, Luca takes the time to clean you up like the gentleman he is, apologizing for the mess he's made as if it's not the best thing that's happened to you in recent memory and even helping you sit up to drink some water before crawling back into bed beside you.
"Hey... I really... I really enjoyed this." He says, trying so hard to be sincere even as he states the obvious- but he's precious, and the endorphins of orgasm are still clouding your brain, so you indulge him- would indulge him right now no matter what he said, but especially sweetness and light like this. "I really enjoy this... us. You," he clarifies, like it's important. "I... maybe- oh god, maybe we did this all backwards? But, um... do you want to spend the night? Do you have... if you have somewhere else to go, I mean, you know, that's fair," he continues, babbling as you move to lay your head on his chest and close your eyes, preferring to answer his question in actions instead of words.
"Pog!" He says, and then he grimaces. "Goddd, I- I told myself, right, I told myself I wouldn't... rgggh, never mind! Never mind- come here," he grouses, pulling you closer and dragging the blanket over top of you both. "Let's just- I'm so tired!" He says, but he's laughing, and as he snuggles you close and kisses the side of your head, you decide maybe- just maybe- you won't roast him for saying 'pog' immediately after sex.
At least, you think, as you close your eyes and begin to drift off to sleep, not until after the wedding.