La Corda d'Oro -- Naked (Hino/Tsuchiura)
Title: Naked
Fandom: La Corda D’oro
Pairing: Hino x Tsuchiura
Rating: NC-17 (for SEX)
Disclaimer: La Corda D’oro and its characters do not belong to me.
Kahoko Hino was naked in the shower. She was also in a state of internal disarray as she mentally kicked and berated herself for leaving her violin at school. She’d finished for the day when Tsuchiura had passed by, looking for a room to practice in. She’d given him her prettiest and most persuasive smile to coax him into playing a Chopin piece just for her. She’d been so caught up in the beauty of the music that she’d lost track of time, and when he was done, she’d realized that she was late for meeting Nao and Miho for dinner. She’d been in such a hurry to leave that she’d forgotten her violin-and now it was too late for her to go back to the school and get it. She sighed as she turned off the water and wrung out her dripping wet hair. She would just have to hope it would still be there in the morning.
-
Ryoutarou Tsuchiura stood outside of the Hino residence, clutching a violin case in his hand. He’d planned on just keeping it for the night and returning it to her in the morning-but he hadn’t wanted her to worry about it all night, so he’d looked up her address. But now that he was there, he was reluctant to go any further. He’d never been very good at meeting people’s parents-especially not a girl’s parents. He frowned and, before he could change his mind and book it back home, he took a deep breath and knocked on the front door.
“Yes?” A woman who must’ve been Hino’s mother (she gave Tsuchiura that nervous feeling in his stomach) opened the door, looking a little surprised when she saw him. “Oh! How may I help y-”
“Good evening, Hino-san!” He blurted out quickly, bowing so fast it made him feel lightheaded. “I’m a friend of Kahoko’s and she left her violin at school, so I’m here to return it!”
She smiled at him, warmly, kindly, knowingly, and Tsuchiura got the feeling that she could see inside him, through him-that she knew all his secrets, knew everything he felt. It sent chills down his spine. Damn, but he hated meeting parents.
Thankfully, he didn’t have to say much more. She pointed him in the direction of Hino’s bedroom, he thanked her, and he made his way to the new, unknown territory. He stopped outside her door-her bedroom door; his face flushed scarlet, and he quickly shook it off. He quietly cleared his throat and, focusing on just returning the violin and not getting distracted by anything he might see inside, turned the knob and opened the door.
“Hino, I brought your-”
He got distracted.
Kahoko Hino was naked. And he could see absolutely everything. She stared at him with her eyes wide as saucers, as he quickly set down the violin case, stepped back, and closed the door. There, he was done. Now, as long as she didn’t scream…
“EEEYAAAH!!!!!”
Oh, well. Face turning several shades of red, he dashed out of the house, calling out a forced, “goodnight”, to Hino’s mother as he passed by.
-
At school the next day, the two avoided each other like the plague. Whenever they caught a glimpse of each other, their faces burned red and their pulses quickened dangerously. Hino was finding it difficult to concentrate on anything other than the burning questions that filled her mind.
Will he tell anyone? He wouldn’t, would he? I’m sure he wouldn’t on purpose, but what if it just slips out? Oh no, what if it slips out of ME?
Did he like what he saw? I mean, I know I’m not a goddess or anything, but-wait a minute! Wh-Why should I care if he liked seeing me?
…What would he look like? Ahhh, no! No more questions!
She was relieved when the end of the day was near and she was ready to practice. She didn’t go to the music school like she usually did; she didn’t want to chance running into Tsuchiura after successfully avoiding him all day. She went to the roof instead; the fresh air was very relaxing. She did find, however, that going on the roof allowed her to see the soccer field, where the team was practicing. She couldn’t make out which one of them was Tsuchiura, of course, but she knew he was there-and that was more than enough. She could just imagine what he looked like as he ran across the field-brow furrowed in concentration, lips parted to allow gusts of panting breaths to escape, muscles tightening and contracting as he moved, beads of sweat traveling down his forehead and his exposed legs-
Hino could feel her face flushing, but she didn’t push the image out of her head as she positioned herself, closed her eyes, and started to play.
-
Tsuchiura waited until the rest of the team was gone before undressing and heading for the showers. He winced a little when the hot water hit his knee-he’d tripped up when he’d heard Hino’s violin, and his concentration was off for the rest of practice; he knew he’d probably bruise tomorrow. But he didn’t care about that.
He sighed softly, letting his head fall back as his slick hands moved down his body. After seeing her naked the night before, he hadn’t been able to even hear her name without getting aroused. He needed this, badly needed some sort of release. He could still hear her violin, faintly, over the sound of the shower water, as his fingers slid over his erection and gripped hard, prompting a quiet grunt. He closed his mouth, almost frowning, and breathed harshly through his nose as he quickened his pace. He thought of Hino, not as she was the night before, but the beautiful and happy way she looked when she played her violin, when he came, slumping down to the tile shower floor, sated.
-
Hino was feeling much better after practicing, so when she found Tsuchiura waiting for her by the school gate, she managed to not turn around and run the other way.
“Yo.” He raised his hand in greeting. “You sure practiced late.”
She laughed and rubbed at the back of her neck sheepishly.
“I guess the time got away from me!”
He smiled in a way that made her heart skip and asked, “Can I walk you home?”
-
Tsuchiura gulped and wiped his sweaty palms on his pants-legs. He and Hino had shared a pleasant walk together-the previous awkwardness was gone and they joked and teased each other like nothing had happened. But he hadn’t expected her to invite him inside. Her mother and sister were out, and it was just the two of them, sitting on the couch, their math homework spread out on the coffee table before them.
“So,” he started after clearing his suddenly dry throat, “I think the answer to the first one is 54.”
“Really? I got 72.”
“…Hey, you’re right.”
“Ha, looks like I’m smarter than you!”
“Oh, be quiet…”
“The next one is 102.”
“I got 80.”
“…Oh, yeah, you’re right.”
“Smarter than me, are you?”
“Hey, don’t make fun of me!”
He laughed, not unkindly, and reached over to tousle her hair. She pouted and he laughed again, but didn’t pull back his hand. She blushed at the contact, he blushed at her blush, and they each scooted away-right back in that uncomfortable, unbalanced mood.
Tsuchiura sighed. He had to fix things between him. He removed his uniform jacket and hesitated for just a second before starting on the buttons of his shirt.
“T-Tsuchiura-kun? What are you-”
“The way I figure it,” he explained, trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice. “if you see me, then we’ll be even. Equal. We can go back to normal.”
“But-”
“Well, it’s just skin, right?”
She nodded, not trusting herself to speak as he shrugged his shirt off. His shaky fingers undid his pants and he glanced at her-took in her wide eyes and pink cheeks-and stood so he could slide his pants down and off. Hino’s breathing grew shallow, her eyes traveling down the skin of his neck, his chest, his stomach, down to the waistband of his boxers; boxers that, a moment later, were no longer there. Her eyes, if it were possible, got even wider.
Tsuchiura’s stare was firmly trained on the ceiling, questions running through his mind like crazy.
Okay, now, how long should I stay like this? I mean, how long did I look at her? A minute? If that? Man, I can’t even remember…
Should I wait for her to say something? Hey, why isn’t she saying anything? She does want me to put my clothes back on, right? But what if she doesn’t…? Do I want her to? Of course I don’t! I mean, I do!
Wait, what? What am I even thinking about? I’m NAKED in front of HINO!
When he heard the rustle of clothing, he abandoned the ceiling to look at his companion, who was removing her own clothes.
“H-Hino…”
Her eyes met his shyly for a moment, even as her skirt fell to the floor and she moved to tug down the straps of her bra.
“It is just skin.” She surrendered her last article of clothing and, taking a deep breath, reached over to take his hand. “Right?”
He nodded, taking his time to rake his eyes over her exposed body. He swallowed hard.
“You’re beautiful, Hino.”
“I am?” She giggled, glancing down. “I can tell you think so!”
“Oi…” His face grew flushed with embarrassment, but she didn’t seem put off at all. If the fact that she was kissing him was any indication.
She pulled away almost hastily, an apology already formed on her lips, but it went unspoken; his mouth was on hers in an instant. She lifted her hands to tentatively tangle her fingers in his dark green hair; her fingers tugged encouragingly as she slowly backed up until the back of her legs hit the couch, and she stumbled somewhat ungracefully onto the soft cushion. Inevitably blushing now that the contact was broken, she tried to ignore the nervous pounding in her chest and took Tsuchiura’s hand again and gently pulled him to sit beside her.
“This is okay?” He asked, lacing their fingers. He wanted to believe he could stop if she wanted him to, but his eyes were betraying him as he couldn’t meet her gaze for more than a second before looking at her soft and inviting lips.
“Yes,” she said, and she was sure of it. She trusted him. And she wanted this. Her free hand reached out to feel the skin of his neck as she moved to resume their kissing; he shivered when her fingers moved up to caress his ear, and his hand went to hold her lightly just above her waist. His fingers itched to move higher-she was naked, for crying out loud-but he didn’t want to screw things up after getting so far.
Hino moved closer, shifting until she was almost in his lap, and her pulse skyrocketed when she noticed she could feel how hard he was. She’d never done anything like this before, and she was nervous, but she was also overwhelmed with curiosity. She giggled against their kiss when Tsuchiura jumped, startled, as her fingers brushed over the very sensitive head of his erection.
“Hino!” He gasped, even the tips of his ears burning a bright red.
“Sorry!” She held up her hands, suddenly sheepish. “I just-”
“No,” he cut her off, averting his eyes. “It’s okay.” Anything, everything, was okay, as long as it didn’t stop.
Her touch returned, clumsy, a little less gentle; he closed his eyes and exhaled shakily as the soft skin of her fingers rubbed over the head, down his shaft and back, her thumb spreading the pre-come that gathered at his tip. He kissed her deeply, responding to her touch and hiding his nervousness as his own hand moved down; his questing fingers inched along until they were between her thighs, until they touched the warm, moistened flesh hidden there, and then slid inside. She jerked towards him, a moan muffled between their lips, and her grip tightened-hard and unbearably pleasurable, and Tsuchiura broke their kiss to call out her name as stars exploded behind his eyelids. Hino watched in fascination as her hand was coated in the thick strands of his excitement, Tsuchiura panting faintly against her cheek. As caught up in his orgasm as she was, she still noticed that his fingers had stilled, and she shifted slightly, a not-so-subtle reminder.
“Oh,” Tsuchiura managed, his already flushed face coloring even more in embarrassment. “Uh, I was thinking…”
She tried to meet his shy gaze, curious, as he removed his fingers and gently eased her into a reclining position on her back. He ran his hands up her slender legs as he bent down to kiss at the firm muscle of her calf and up to her thigh. She bit her lip, trembling in anticipation at the first wet touch of his tongue to her most intimate area. Her chest heaved as her breathing grew quick; her hips rocked into Tsuchiura’s embrace and her rocked with her, moving his tongue in time with her motions. She reached down to grip at his hair, whimpering aloud, as his lips found her clit and pulled it into his mouth, flicking his tongue back and on forth on the sensitive bud. Her entire body tightened and shuddered; the tight knot of pleasure between her thighs exploded and she cried out as she found her release.
She pulled him up to settle on top of her and they wrapped their arms around each other, neither one quite managing to look directly at the other’s face. They both knew that now things would never be the same, but whether it was for better or worse still remained to be seen.
-
They met each other at the school gate the next morning. For a moment, they just stood still, waiting to see what the other would do. When neither of them made a move to run away, Hino smiled warmly, and Tsuchiura was unable to resist returning the gesture. They walked into the school, falling into step, side by side, and Tsuchiura teased, “So, Hino, did you manage to finish your homework without my help?”
“You’re one to talk!” She retorted with a smirk, bumping her hip playfully against his. Then, smiling again, she added, “I’m pretty sure you can call me ‘Kahoko’ now.”
He nodded, blushing lightly, and they were both pleased to find that it was wonderfully easy to fall back into their comfortable routine. And working in the addition of quick, sweet kisses between classes and the occasional afternoon alone together, was even easier.
Fandom: La Corda D’oro
Pairing: Hino x Tsuchiura
Rating: NC-17 (for SEX)
Disclaimer: La Corda D’oro and its characters do not belong to me.
Kahoko Hino was naked in the shower. She was also in a state of internal disarray as she mentally kicked and berated herself for leaving her violin at school. She’d finished for the day when Tsuchiura had passed by, looking for a room to practice in. She’d given him her prettiest and most persuasive smile to coax him into playing a Chopin piece just for her. She’d been so caught up in the beauty of the music that she’d lost track of time, and when he was done, she’d realized that she was late for meeting Nao and Miho for dinner. She’d been in such a hurry to leave that she’d forgotten her violin-and now it was too late for her to go back to the school and get it. She sighed as she turned off the water and wrung out her dripping wet hair. She would just have to hope it would still be there in the morning.
-
Ryoutarou Tsuchiura stood outside of the Hino residence, clutching a violin case in his hand. He’d planned on just keeping it for the night and returning it to her in the morning-but he hadn’t wanted her to worry about it all night, so he’d looked up her address. But now that he was there, he was reluctant to go any further. He’d never been very good at meeting people’s parents-especially not a girl’s parents. He frowned and, before he could change his mind and book it back home, he took a deep breath and knocked on the front door.
“Yes?” A woman who must’ve been Hino’s mother (she gave Tsuchiura that nervous feeling in his stomach) opened the door, looking a little surprised when she saw him. “Oh! How may I help y-”
“Good evening, Hino-san!” He blurted out quickly, bowing so fast it made him feel lightheaded. “I’m a friend of Kahoko’s and she left her violin at school, so I’m here to return it!”
She smiled at him, warmly, kindly, knowingly, and Tsuchiura got the feeling that she could see inside him, through him-that she knew all his secrets, knew everything he felt. It sent chills down his spine. Damn, but he hated meeting parents.
Thankfully, he didn’t have to say much more. She pointed him in the direction of Hino’s bedroom, he thanked her, and he made his way to the new, unknown territory. He stopped outside her door-her bedroom door; his face flushed scarlet, and he quickly shook it off. He quietly cleared his throat and, focusing on just returning the violin and not getting distracted by anything he might see inside, turned the knob and opened the door.
“Hino, I brought your-”
He got distracted.
Kahoko Hino was naked. And he could see absolutely everything. She stared at him with her eyes wide as saucers, as he quickly set down the violin case, stepped back, and closed the door. There, he was done. Now, as long as she didn’t scream…
“EEEYAAAH!!!!!”
Oh, well. Face turning several shades of red, he dashed out of the house, calling out a forced, “goodnight”, to Hino’s mother as he passed by.
-
At school the next day, the two avoided each other like the plague. Whenever they caught a glimpse of each other, their faces burned red and their pulses quickened dangerously. Hino was finding it difficult to concentrate on anything other than the burning questions that filled her mind.
Will he tell anyone? He wouldn’t, would he? I’m sure he wouldn’t on purpose, but what if it just slips out? Oh no, what if it slips out of ME?
Did he like what he saw? I mean, I know I’m not a goddess or anything, but-wait a minute! Wh-Why should I care if he liked seeing me?
…What would he look like? Ahhh, no! No more questions!
She was relieved when the end of the day was near and she was ready to practice. She didn’t go to the music school like she usually did; she didn’t want to chance running into Tsuchiura after successfully avoiding him all day. She went to the roof instead; the fresh air was very relaxing. She did find, however, that going on the roof allowed her to see the soccer field, where the team was practicing. She couldn’t make out which one of them was Tsuchiura, of course, but she knew he was there-and that was more than enough. She could just imagine what he looked like as he ran across the field-brow furrowed in concentration, lips parted to allow gusts of panting breaths to escape, muscles tightening and contracting as he moved, beads of sweat traveling down his forehead and his exposed legs-
Hino could feel her face flushing, but she didn’t push the image out of her head as she positioned herself, closed her eyes, and started to play.
-
Tsuchiura waited until the rest of the team was gone before undressing and heading for the showers. He winced a little when the hot water hit his knee-he’d tripped up when he’d heard Hino’s violin, and his concentration was off for the rest of practice; he knew he’d probably bruise tomorrow. But he didn’t care about that.
He sighed softly, letting his head fall back as his slick hands moved down his body. After seeing her naked the night before, he hadn’t been able to even hear her name without getting aroused. He needed this, badly needed some sort of release. He could still hear her violin, faintly, over the sound of the shower water, as his fingers slid over his erection and gripped hard, prompting a quiet grunt. He closed his mouth, almost frowning, and breathed harshly through his nose as he quickened his pace. He thought of Hino, not as she was the night before, but the beautiful and happy way she looked when she played her violin, when he came, slumping down to the tile shower floor, sated.
-
Hino was feeling much better after practicing, so when she found Tsuchiura waiting for her by the school gate, she managed to not turn around and run the other way.
“Yo.” He raised his hand in greeting. “You sure practiced late.”
She laughed and rubbed at the back of her neck sheepishly.
“I guess the time got away from me!”
He smiled in a way that made her heart skip and asked, “Can I walk you home?”
-
Tsuchiura gulped and wiped his sweaty palms on his pants-legs. He and Hino had shared a pleasant walk together-the previous awkwardness was gone and they joked and teased each other like nothing had happened. But he hadn’t expected her to invite him inside. Her mother and sister were out, and it was just the two of them, sitting on the couch, their math homework spread out on the coffee table before them.
“So,” he started after clearing his suddenly dry throat, “I think the answer to the first one is 54.”
“Really? I got 72.”
“…Hey, you’re right.”
“Ha, looks like I’m smarter than you!”
“Oh, be quiet…”
“The next one is 102.”
“I got 80.”
“…Oh, yeah, you’re right.”
“Smarter than me, are you?”
“Hey, don’t make fun of me!”
He laughed, not unkindly, and reached over to tousle her hair. She pouted and he laughed again, but didn’t pull back his hand. She blushed at the contact, he blushed at her blush, and they each scooted away-right back in that uncomfortable, unbalanced mood.
Tsuchiura sighed. He had to fix things between him. He removed his uniform jacket and hesitated for just a second before starting on the buttons of his shirt.
“T-Tsuchiura-kun? What are you-”
“The way I figure it,” he explained, trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice. “if you see me, then we’ll be even. Equal. We can go back to normal.”
“But-”
“Well, it’s just skin, right?”
She nodded, not trusting herself to speak as he shrugged his shirt off. His shaky fingers undid his pants and he glanced at her-took in her wide eyes and pink cheeks-and stood so he could slide his pants down and off. Hino’s breathing grew shallow, her eyes traveling down the skin of his neck, his chest, his stomach, down to the waistband of his boxers; boxers that, a moment later, were no longer there. Her eyes, if it were possible, got even wider.
Tsuchiura’s stare was firmly trained on the ceiling, questions running through his mind like crazy.
Okay, now, how long should I stay like this? I mean, how long did I look at her? A minute? If that? Man, I can’t even remember…
Should I wait for her to say something? Hey, why isn’t she saying anything? She does want me to put my clothes back on, right? But what if she doesn’t…? Do I want her to? Of course I don’t! I mean, I do!
Wait, what? What am I even thinking about? I’m NAKED in front of HINO!
When he heard the rustle of clothing, he abandoned the ceiling to look at his companion, who was removing her own clothes.
“H-Hino…”
Her eyes met his shyly for a moment, even as her skirt fell to the floor and she moved to tug down the straps of her bra.
“It is just skin.” She surrendered her last article of clothing and, taking a deep breath, reached over to take his hand. “Right?”
He nodded, taking his time to rake his eyes over her exposed body. He swallowed hard.
“You’re beautiful, Hino.”
“I am?” She giggled, glancing down. “I can tell you think so!”
“Oi…” His face grew flushed with embarrassment, but she didn’t seem put off at all. If the fact that she was kissing him was any indication.
She pulled away almost hastily, an apology already formed on her lips, but it went unspoken; his mouth was on hers in an instant. She lifted her hands to tentatively tangle her fingers in his dark green hair; her fingers tugged encouragingly as she slowly backed up until the back of her legs hit the couch, and she stumbled somewhat ungracefully onto the soft cushion. Inevitably blushing now that the contact was broken, she tried to ignore the nervous pounding in her chest and took Tsuchiura’s hand again and gently pulled him to sit beside her.
“This is okay?” He asked, lacing their fingers. He wanted to believe he could stop if she wanted him to, but his eyes were betraying him as he couldn’t meet her gaze for more than a second before looking at her soft and inviting lips.
“Yes,” she said, and she was sure of it. She trusted him. And she wanted this. Her free hand reached out to feel the skin of his neck as she moved to resume their kissing; he shivered when her fingers moved up to caress his ear, and his hand went to hold her lightly just above her waist. His fingers itched to move higher-she was naked, for crying out loud-but he didn’t want to screw things up after getting so far.
Hino moved closer, shifting until she was almost in his lap, and her pulse skyrocketed when she noticed she could feel how hard he was. She’d never done anything like this before, and she was nervous, but she was also overwhelmed with curiosity. She giggled against their kiss when Tsuchiura jumped, startled, as her fingers brushed over the very sensitive head of his erection.
“Hino!” He gasped, even the tips of his ears burning a bright red.
“Sorry!” She held up her hands, suddenly sheepish. “I just-”
“No,” he cut her off, averting his eyes. “It’s okay.” Anything, everything, was okay, as long as it didn’t stop.
Her touch returned, clumsy, a little less gentle; he closed his eyes and exhaled shakily as the soft skin of her fingers rubbed over the head, down his shaft and back, her thumb spreading the pre-come that gathered at his tip. He kissed her deeply, responding to her touch and hiding his nervousness as his own hand moved down; his questing fingers inched along until they were between her thighs, until they touched the warm, moistened flesh hidden there, and then slid inside. She jerked towards him, a moan muffled between their lips, and her grip tightened-hard and unbearably pleasurable, and Tsuchiura broke their kiss to call out her name as stars exploded behind his eyelids. Hino watched in fascination as her hand was coated in the thick strands of his excitement, Tsuchiura panting faintly against her cheek. As caught up in his orgasm as she was, she still noticed that his fingers had stilled, and she shifted slightly, a not-so-subtle reminder.
“Oh,” Tsuchiura managed, his already flushed face coloring even more in embarrassment. “Uh, I was thinking…”
She tried to meet his shy gaze, curious, as he removed his fingers and gently eased her into a reclining position on her back. He ran his hands up her slender legs as he bent down to kiss at the firm muscle of her calf and up to her thigh. She bit her lip, trembling in anticipation at the first wet touch of his tongue to her most intimate area. Her chest heaved as her breathing grew quick; her hips rocked into Tsuchiura’s embrace and her rocked with her, moving his tongue in time with her motions. She reached down to grip at his hair, whimpering aloud, as his lips found her clit and pulled it into his mouth, flicking his tongue back and on forth on the sensitive bud. Her entire body tightened and shuddered; the tight knot of pleasure between her thighs exploded and she cried out as she found her release.
She pulled him up to settle on top of her and they wrapped their arms around each other, neither one quite managing to look directly at the other’s face. They both knew that now things would never be the same, but whether it was for better or worse still remained to be seen.
-
They met each other at the school gate the next morning. For a moment, they just stood still, waiting to see what the other would do. When neither of them made a move to run away, Hino smiled warmly, and Tsuchiura was unable to resist returning the gesture. They walked into the school, falling into step, side by side, and Tsuchiura teased, “So, Hino, did you manage to finish your homework without my help?”
“You’re one to talk!” She retorted with a smirk, bumping her hip playfully against his. Then, smiling again, she added, “I’m pretty sure you can call me ‘Kahoko’ now.”
He nodded, blushing lightly, and they were both pleased to find that it was wonderfully easy to fall back into their comfortable routine. And working in the addition of quick, sweet kisses between classes and the occasional afternoon alone together, was even easier.