Vial moved to pull out, his body heavy with spent heat, ready to let her rest. But before he could fully withdraw, Celeste's hand reached for him — trembling, but firm.
"…Don't go," she whispered.
He blinked. "Celeste… are you sure?"
She nodded, flushed and dazed, but unmistakably wanting. "Just one more…" Her voice was soft but steady. "Please."
He studied her, chest still rising and falling, before letting a slow breath escape his lips. "Alright," he murmured, brushing a thumb over her cheek. "Just tell me if it's too much."
She smiled faintly — a small, breathless thing — and shifted onto her side. Her body leaned into the cushions, one leg bent naturally while the other remained extended. She looked up at him, chest still heaving slightly, lips parted.
Vial moved into position — kneeling between her thighs, gently lifting her upper leg and resting it across his lap. With her side pressed to the couch and her leg draped over him, the view was different now — open, inviting, intimate.
He ran a hand along her thigh, up to her waist. "You're beautiful like this," he said quietly.
Celeste turned her face away, flustered. "S-Stop saying things like that…"
He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her bare shoulder. "But it's true."
She didn't respond — but she didn't resist, either.
Vial guided himself to her again, brushing against her still-sensitive entrance. Celeste gasped, her hands curling near her chest as the pressure returned — but this time, it felt easier. Her body welcomed him, the stretch familiar now, the sensation deeper from the new angle.
He pushed in slowly, her leg tightening around him as he seated himself fully. Celeste let out a soft, trembling moan, her eyes fluttering closed.
"Aah… Vial…"
He gripped her thigh gently for support, leaning forward without putting his full weight on her. The angle let him move carefully — not fast, but steady, deep. Each motion pressed into her with warmth and precision.
Celeste arched faintly, her breaths turning into soft gasps. "Nnngh… this position… it feels… more…"
She trailed off, unable to find the word — her mind too clouded by sensation.
Vial smiled faintly, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. "More intense?"
She nodded quickly, clutching the couch. "Y-Yeah…"
He moved slowly, watching her reactions — her parted lips, the way her leg shifted higher, how her back curled ever so slightly to meet him.
This wasn't just another round — it was a new experience entirely. One that neither of them expected to crave so soon.a
Vial's thrusts remained steady at first, his body moving with practiced control, but the feel of her — warm, welcoming, already slick — made it harder to hold back. Her body clung to him with less resistance now, more giving, more eager. Each push coaxed a breathy moan from Celeste, her leg flexing across his lap as her toes curled.
"Mmh… Vial…" she whimpered, her voice caught between pleasure and hunger.
He leaned forward slightly, his palm sliding behind her bent knee and gently pulling her leg higher, spreading her open further. The new angle made her gasp — a sharp, desperate sound.
"Aah! W-wait— that's… that's deep…"
Her nails dug into the cushions as he pushed in again, slow but firm. Her inner walls fluttered around him, pulling him deeper, her body betraying her protests with the way it arched into him.
"You can take it," he murmured, kissing the back of her neck. "You're doing so good, Celeste…"
Her breath shuddered, face turning halfway toward him, cheek brushing against the pillow. "Nnnh… y-you're not fair…"
Vial chuckled lowly, then shifted his hips again — this time faster, drawing out a louder cry from her lips. Her hand flew back, trying to grab at his wrist, her thighs trembling.
Every movement now sent sharp sparks across her nerves, her slickness growing with each thrust. Her breasts pressed against the couch, her back flexing with every bounce. She felt full, stretched, hot — the sensations sharper than before, almost unbearable, but impossible to stop.
"S-So good… I— Vial… I don't want you to stop…"
"Then I won't," he growled against her ear, gripping her thigh and thrusting harder.
The room filled with the wet, obscene rhythm of their joining, her breath ragged, his groans low and controlled. He adjusted slightly, pulling her closer by the waist while his hips moved faster, her soft cries rising with every slap of skin.
"Ahh—ah—nnhh! D-Don't—stop—! Don't stop—!"
Her voice broke with each impact, her words almost drowned by her own moans. She was lost in it — in the rhythm, in the weight of him, in the burn building deep inside again.
"C-Cumming—! Vial, I—!"
Her whole body tensed as she clenched around him, crying out, legs shaking wildly as the second climax surged through her.
Vial groaned through gritted teeth, feeling her tighten, her walls milking him again. He thrusted a few more times — sharp, deliberate — before burying himself to the hilt and releasing with a deep, shaking breath.
They stayed like that — bodies pressed together, heat pulsing between them — until the aftershocks slowed.
Celeste let out a soft whimper, her arm limp over the cushion, eyes unfocused. "Nnh… can't move…"
Vial stroked her side gently, still catching his breath. "You don't have to… Just breathe."
She did — slowly, deeply — her body twitching lightly as she nestled closer, leg still draped over him.
After some time passed — warm, quiet, and shared only in whispers and sighs — they finally dressed.
Celeste sat on the couch, now fully clothed but visibly glowing. Her cheeks carried a light flush, her eyes soft and distant like she was still reliving moments from just a few minutes ago. A faint smile lingered on her lips, peaceful and content.
Vial sat beside her, his arm gently reaching up to caress her hair, fingers combing softly through the strands.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, voice low and warm.
Celeste tilted her head, resting it against the backrest as she looked at him. "I feel… good. A little sore, maybe. But mostly… happy."
Vial smiled, brushing her bangs away from her face.
She shifted, glancing toward the door. "I should go soon. I need to get back to my apartment… and work is waiting."
Vial nodded slightly, though something in his eyes dimmed at the thought of her leaving.
"But," she added, turning toward him with a playful but sincere look, "you'll visit me, right? From time to time?"
He reached for her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I promise."
Their eyes met — no longer just curious strangers, but something more connected now, shaped by something shared and real.
She leaned in first, kissing him — soft, slow, not rushed like earlier. A kiss that lingered as a promise of return.
Then they stood together and walked out of the room.
Vial accompanied her outside the building. The cool air brushed past them, the sky tinged with late-afternoon hues. Celeste stopped by the steps, turning to him.
"I guess this is goodbye… for now."
Vial gave a small nod. "For now."
They shared one last kiss — light and lingering — before she stepped away, casting one last glance over her shoulder.
Then she walked off, disappearing into the passing crowd.
Vial stood there a moment longer, the warmth of her lips still lingering.
And the door behind him quietly shut.