[Muramasa Uemon]

Muramasa

Steam rose in wisps around their half-submerged bodies as they both began to melt into one another.

Lean as he was, Uemon seemed to be enveloped by her shapely figure. "I don't want to leave..." The words flashed through his mind as he explored her, his mouth leaving a trail wherever it went. A kiss placed over her heart... and then further around. One hand still supported her upper back so she would not lose her footing as he dipped her. Cradling her lovingly in his arms. "Ever..." Perhaps it was hormones talking or the sake from earlier. Or maybe he just couldn't help but be absorbed fully in the moment. In her. Utterly and completely.

Only a fool would let this moment pass without appreciating it... so he graciously allowed himself to give in.

Feeling her shiver from his touch, his mouth only drove him further. His other hand on the small of her back slid down first, seeking some hidden flower that no doubt bloomed in this moment. After some gentle persuasion it moved artfully around her thigh, then up to her navel. Further up it became lost in her curves. Every tease, grasp, knead deliberately made. The young man always paid great attention to detail... and this was no different. Judging by her reactions it seemed his efforts were appreciated. Before long the two locked lips again and he could feel her begin to lead them away from the springs. Mind humming and awash in chemicals he simply followed, in lockstep with her movements. Two of them conductors in some grand symphony of their own design. Uemon normally felt most comfortable taking the lead... but when it came to his encounters with her he did not mind following. Not at all.

No... Ryuujin Shiina could have whatever she wanted from him.

A silly thought perhaps, but at least in that very moment he believed it true. Warm, wet kisses ensued the entire way back to the bedroom. "Lay down." A whispered instruction as their lips finally separated, one of his arms easing her onto the bed. Seeing her on her back, ready for him nearly made his heart skip a beat. Uemon wasn't far behind, his body moving close to lean over her. Some final adjustments ensured they were both in the center of the mattress, nothing but a sea of the soft comforter surrounding them. Cushioning Shiina for what was to come. Like an angel shrouded in pillowy clouds... only with less pure intentions. "I'll take care of everything..." Not a promise, but a guarantee. Gently he hooked one of her legs with his arm, his face drawing near so he could breathe her in. 

Slowly, thoroughly his hips began to move. Dictating a deep, constant rhythm for their performance. Heaven... or close to it.

~FTB~

[Ryuujin Shiina]

In the city of fools, I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricane.

TAG - Muramasa Uemon



NOTES - 

Like an artist painting on a canvas, each kiss of his lips and each touch of his hands were like brush on paper, painting her picture of beauty and bliss. There was not a single stroke that was too soft or too hard, not a single touch of his lips that held any hesitation, as though he had wanted to paint this picture all his life. Muramasa Uemon was something else, something far than just an artist. He had skill, poise, allure and confidence, all things that no man she had ever met seemed to have. Her body squirmed and twitched involuntarily, and for once she wasn't the one in control. It seemed to be a common theme when it came to him; her semblance of control lost as soon as he even so much as touched her.

The desire was there, the want was even more prominent than ever before. Shiina allowed him to take care of everything, as he said. Even though she would have preferred it not to be the case, the woman understood that she was in no physical position to argue. She wanted him to enjoy himself, to feel all that she had to give despite having to put in most of the work. Even in the most harmonious and agreeable terms, both parties required some form of give and take. If he was willing to give, she would take, but not without giving some of herself in the process. A faint smile crept her lips as she just nodded her head, pulling him closer as she herself sank deeper into the sea of cushions and mattress.

They were made for one another, or at least she firmly believed this. The sounds of pleasure were all that would be heard, mixed in with heavy breathing here and there. By now, they had gotten used to each other's shows of pleasure and love that they merely sough more out of the other every time. And after a rather rigorous dance, Shiina would pull away from Muramasa, panting and face flushed. If she could ask for forever, she would want this moment to last forever, to be taken in and taken care of by the man whose face was still centimeters from her own.

"...Uemon..." was all she could manage as she gazed into his eyes, her features softened despite her breathing and heartrate quite the opposite.

MADE BY MIZO

[Muramasa Uemon]

Muramasa

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as the two became one.

Absorbed in one another, seeking out the softest of spots for fulfillment. A craftsman he was. Ever dedicated to the quality of his work he invested himself fully into the work of art that was Ryuujin Shiina. In his mind, his job was not finished until she was completely satisfied. With that in mind he redoubled his efforts. The rhythm their bodies moved to slowly becoming profound. Increasingly thorough. Joyous sounds filled the air.

It was an orchestra of the sweetest noises he'd ever heard... with some of his own thrown in the mix to match hers.

Once it was over at long last he remained close. Just as out of breath as she, a few beads of sweat trickling down the side of his face. "Shiina..." Sharing of names felt so intimate for some reason... perhaps because he heard his own so little. Most of the time he was only ever 'Muramasa' or 'the drifter'. Not anymore. At least when he was with her. Never had he thought his own name could sound romantic but when it fell from her lips it became almost a poem in and of itself. "It's her voice." He thought. Melodious at all times its allure was undeniable. A hand moved to brush some strands of purple hair away from her face. He kissed her again... a deep and impassioned embrace of their lips. Letting his mouth and tongue say what words could not. Showing her his affection. Not just telling.

Realizing the position might be uncomfortable for her if he lingered any longer, he reluctantly broke from the kiss and rolled off to the side. "I need you close..." A soft, desirous murmur came as his hand moved to her waist, pulling her near so that their bodies pressed against one another. Need, not want. She was like some new drug he could not seem to get enough of. With her face so near to his own he couldn't help but admire her features. The way she looked at him... it was to die for. Uemon could only hope his attentive gaze equaled the amount of care she displayed. Idly his hand ran along the length of her back and then to her shoulder. Down the side of her body to her waist and beyond. "You're... perfect." Came a quiet whisper. Not a sudden realization but something he should have told her much sooner. Flawless... a masterpiece.

Tracing his fingertips ever so slightly along her soft skin he continued to take her in. Memorizing every shape, every curve that they passed.  Almost trancelike in his staring.