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(I'll be uploading two regular chapters before the end of the night as well to get caught up with the whole seven chapters ahead thing! Just gotta go make a couple of pies for Easter real quick. I hope you enjoy this! Also, this is technically non-canon, but if you want to somehow retcon it in your head so that it's canon then you do you. Also, apologies, but just a quick editing job again. I'll be able to dedicate more time to editing once I'm caught up on chapters and Easter is done with.)

Serra leans her head forward. He feels the tip of her nose press against the crown of his jeans’ tent, and then she tilts her head a bit more so that her mouth is directly over his denim-covered tool.

The closer her lips get to the hidden tip, the more desperately it throbs and aches – wanting nothing more than to break free from its prison to directly meet her lips.

Ryouta and Serra are still and silent.

This is normally when somebody would conveniently barge in through the door to interrupt what is about to happen, but no such event occurs.

Instead, Serra summons the courage to slowly lower her head until her warm lips press down against his aching tool.

Even if he can’t actually feel much due to the jeans being in the way, just the sight of her head being where it is ends up being enough to fill him with an extreme desire to take this to the next level.

Serra plans on satisfying that desire of his.

First, she places a single soft kiss on his clothed tip. With her face being so close to it, and with how aroused he is, she can already smell his aroused musk permeating through the fabric of his pants.

It might not be the best smelling thing in the world, but it’s his scent, and that excites her.

She nuzzles her nose down against his bulge to get more accustomed to his scent. She wants to be able to memorize this aroused scent of his.

He realizes what she’s doing and feels incredibly embarrassed by it. Sure, she’s probably about to suck his dick which is something he knows that he should be happy about, but she’s so intently sniffing his crotch that his face is burning red with embarrassment rather than arousal.

And then he can feel something new press against him.

Serra sticks her tongue out from her mouth to teasingly grind it down against his covered tip.

Then she takes it even further by gently wrapping her lips around it as much as she can.

Ryouta is pretty sure that he’s developing several new fetishes during this: one, being slowly teased; two, having his cock sniffed; and three, getting sucked off through clothing.

But this isn’t enough for either of them.

They each want it to go further.

And further she takes it.

Serra pulls her lips off of his pants and moves her hands to slowly unbutton and unzip his jeans. All she has to do then is tug them down a little bit, stick a hand underneath his jeans, and pull his tool out.

It pops up like a children’s toy from a box and smacks her in the face! She recoils from surprise, but once she’s recollected herself, she stares at his veiny length with a wanting desire.

Ryouta rests a single hand on top of her head.

Encouraged by his hand, Serra presses forward and rubs her soft, puffy cheek against his hot tool. She carefully rubs the side of her face up and down along his length as if she is trying to embed his scent into her.

Regardless of what she’s doing, it feels incredible. The stimulation is nearly overwhelming for somebody who’s only ever had his dick touched by himself before aside from that one time Aiko accidentally kicked him in the crotch as a kid.

Serra lets one of her hands slip down to his hanging sack. She lets the tips of her fingers experiment with touching him by gently prodding and rolling around the orbs hidden within his scrotum. Meanwhile, she turns her head so that she’s now directly facing his aching tool.

A soft, sensual kiss is placed on the tip of his cock.

When she feels a bit of liquid on her lips, she looks down and sees his tool glistening with his pre. She sticks her tongue and licks it up.

With the liquid on her tongue, she gets her first taste of his seed.

She wants more of it.

Her warm, soft tongue rolls around the underside of his tool’s crown.

She licks up and down, side to side, from base to tip, and from tip to base.

Every single movement she makes, whether it is with her tongue or her fingers, is as gentle and as teasing as can be.

Ryouta squirms around in his seat on the couch and subconsciously nudges her head closer to his cock with his hand on her head.

Feeling him so needily pressing her forward makes her smile.

If he’s awakening to being teased, she’s awakening to doing the teasing.

Serra presses her lips against his tool once more, this time wrapping them around the side of his tip.

She places a series of kisses followed by gentle, soft sucks on it. Every single one makes his cock throb even more greatly than it was before.

At this point, his hand is holding her head in a way where she’s no longer allowed to pull backward. She can only go forward – closer unto his cock.

Serra happily obliges by sliding her lips up until they are centered directly over his length. Finally, what they have both been waiting for, she pushes her head downward and takes an inch of his rod into her mouth.

Ryouta moves his hand from the top of her head to the back of it. His other hand reaches up to her face to brush her hair out of the way so that he can watch her cute, flawless expressions as she works his tool with her mouth.

This backfires.

He expected her to be shy and bashful despite realizing that he should have expected the opposite. Instead of shyly looking down at his cock or closing her eyes, she peeks up at him and looks directly into his eyes the moment that he’s pushed her hair out of the way.

Yet, as embarrassing as it is, he keeps his hand holding her hair from blocking her face. He looks right back into her eyes.

Well, he tries to. He only lasts until she starts burying more of his shaft within her mouth. The moment that half of his length is within the warm, wet confine of her mouth, he lets go of her hair and rolls his head back against the couch.

This feels amazing – this feels far better than anything he could have ever imagined. It probably helps that he’s always had a fetish for blowjob porn, but even without that, he’s sure that this would still feel incredible.

Serra starts struggling once she gets three-fourths inside of her. He might just be average in length, but he’s thick and she’s small. Her jaw is already starting to ache from having to keep it spread so far open to accommodate his rod without any teeth grazing against it.

She’s going to have to be strategic about this.

Pulling back so that only the top half of his length is within her mouth, she wraps the fingers of her free hand around the base of his cock to rub and squeeze while her other hand continues its teasing of his sack.

He knows that he can’t hear her, so instead of praising her verbally, he pets the top of her head to let her know just how good he feels as he groans from the pleasure.

One of the pros of her being deaf is not having to worry about his own erotic sounds.

Serra begins raising and lowering her head in a slow yet steady rhythm. She lifts her head until only the very tip of his thick, veiny length is left within her mouth, and then lowers it until her lips meet her fingers now stroking the bottom half of his shaft.

Ryouta is already on the verge of cumming and trying his best to hold it in so that he can enjoy this for as long as possible.

Serra catches on to just how close he is thanks to his throbbing tool growing warmer and leaking more of his pre, and she can also tell by how his thighs underneath her head are trembling and stiffening.

She goes in for the final blow. She feels like this wouldn’t be proper unless she does this, and she wants to be as perfect as possible for him, so she forces herself to do it.

Her hands are pulled away from his cock to instead wrap around his thighs as if hugging them.

“What – why’d you sto—” Ryouta tries asking, but when he sees what she’s doing, he stops.

Serra pushes her head farther and farther down his length until its entirety is sheathed within her mouth, its tip plus an inch pushing into her tight, constricting throat.

Her nose is smooshed down into his crotch which overwhelms her nostrils his with erotic scent.

She may not be able to hear herself, but Ryouta hears her gagging and struggling not to cough on his cock. He wants to pull her head of him to relive her of the discomfort. But instead of that, he tightly grips her head.

His hips instinctively buck upwards to further press into her throat as thick ropes of hot cum splash into her throat.

Serra swallows as much as she can of his seed before having to tap on his legs to let her know that she needs help.

Immediately, Ryouta lets go of her head so that she can pull herself up and off of his tool.

One final spurt shoots out and splashes onto her face right between her eyes which dribbles down over her nose.

Ryouta pants and groans as the rest of his cum weakly leaks out from the tip of his cock.

Feeling bad about not being able to swallow it all on the first try, Serra licks up whatever cum is dribbling down the sides of his rod before returning her lips to his tip, tightly wrapping them around and sucking up any remaining cum.

It reaches a point where it becomes more painful from over-sensitivity than pleasure, so he has to pull her head up off of his cock.

Serra, happy with her work now, crawls up onto him so that she’s straddling him again. She looks directly into his eyes with a satisfied expression and cum still on top of her nose.

“That – that was amazing. Thanks, Serra,” Ryouta says.

Serra reads his lips and replies by puckering her own, pointing one finger at them.

“You – you don’t… you don’t want me to kiss you, do you?” he asks. He’d normally never have a problem with kissing her, but he can still see some of his cum left on her lips.

She does him a courtesy by licking the cum off her lips, but then she goes back to puckering them.

Ryouta can’t say no. After everything she just did for him, he’d feel like a complete ass to deny her a kiss.

Cringing, he leans his head forward and moves to place a quick kiss on her lips.

He’ll just kiss her and back off before he tastes anything.

It doesn’t work.

Serra wraps her arms around his neck in a sneak attack! With nowhere to run to, he’s forced to endure her pressing her lips against his own as she refuses to let them easily part.

The kiss lasts a good ten seconds with him shaking his head trying to break free.

Alas, when she is finally done with him, he can taste himself on his lips.

He sticks out his tongue and wipes both his tongue and lips off on his shirt to the tune of Serra giggling.

Seeing those slightly red cheeks, her precious smile, and her beautiful eyes lovingly looking into his own – yeah, he really can’t resist her.

Shoving his pride and taste buds aside, he wraps his hand around her waist and pulls her in for some more kissing.