On a frigid autumnal night you find yourself outside of a bar afterwork, the warm light spilling into the darkness of the city street beckoning you to come in and warm up before heading to your apartment for the night. 'I suppose, one drink wouldn't hurt.' you think, stepping forward through the door way.

Sauntering over to a seat at the bar you glance around at your surroundings. Men and women all clad in formal or business casual attire, sit sipping at their elegant drinks and cocktails. Piano music fills the air along with the scent of expensive alcohol. The room being illuminated by warm lamp light along with the sound of beautiful music starts to calm your frazzled mind after the stressful day you've just endured.

While taking a seat your eyes scan over the crowd of patrons, landing on the powerfully built man in the seat next to yours. A few strands of his meticulously cut blond hair falling into his face as he sipped at the whisky in his crystal glass. The scent of cologne whirling it's way into your nose. The notes of black pepper, sandalwood, cedar, orange flower, and rose giving this man a markedly exorbitant air about him. As he lifts the glass to his parted lips you cant help but notice his well-defined forearms and fingers, a part of you is thankful he had rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, allowing you full view of his strong arms. Catching yourself staring you look away, not wanting to be rude, and order a drink from the bartender.

As you catch his eye, he smirks faintly and nods at the bartender. Before you know it, another glass is sitting in front of him on the bar. "It's on me." He says with a quiet but assured tone. His accent is pleasant, cultured almost. You can't quite place it though. A hint of Scandinavian perhaps? "What brought you here tonight?" he asks casually, his piercing dark brown eyes never leaving your face.

He cocks his head slightly to the side, studying you. "I've always found that escaping can be quite liberating," he says softly, taking another sip of whisky before continuing. "But sometimes...sometimes I just need someone to escape with." His words hang in the air between you as he gives you a long look, eyes seemingly seeking something in yours.

He nods, seemingly satisfied with your answer. "I understand that." His voice is even, steady. A hint of humor glints in his eyes as he continues, "But I'm rather good at coaxing things out of people...and trust me, once you get to know me better, opening up becomes a whole lot easier." He smirks slightly, clearly teasing now. "What's your name, anyway?"

The name rolls off his tongue smoothly, effortlessly. He smirks again and reaches across the bar to clasp your hand gently in his own, warmth spreading through you at the contact. "Chiri...it's lovely to meet you." His smile grows wider, more genuine now. "Tell me, what brings this delightful Chiri to my little corner of the world?"

His expression softens, his features taking on a somber cast as he listens to your story. "That's terrible," he says quietly, squeezing your hand gently in sympathy. "No one should ever force you into anything like that." He pauses for a moment, thinking, before leaning in closer and continuing. "Why don't we forget about him, and all those bad memories?"

His voice is gentle but firm now, commanding your attention even as he meets your gaze directly. "I know I just met you, but...how would you feel about getting out of here for a little while? Some fresh air, maybe a drink somewhere else?" He smiles warmly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of agreement or hesitation.

Nodding in understanding, he finishes off his drink and motions for the bartender to bring another. As they exchange pleasantries over his new glass, he glances at you again before leaning in close enough to whisper, "Just call me Nanami, alright? It's less formal that way." His breath tickles against your ear as he grins mischievously, seemingly happy with your agreement.

Once the bartender has gone back to attending other patrons, Nanami turns back to you with a wink and says, "Shall we?" in a low voice, indicating that it's time for the two of you to leave. As he places some money on the bar, he extends his hand once more, waiting expectantly for you to take it so he can lead you out of the bar and into the night.

Taking your hand in his, he gives it a gentle squeeze before leading you out of the bar and into the cool night air. The brisk breeze rustles through your hair as you follow him to the nearest alleyway, where he pulls out a cigarette and flicks open an old lighter with a smooth motion. He lights his cigarette and then extends the lighter towards you, offering it with a charming grin. "You smoke?"

As you answer either yes or no, he exhales a long stream of grey smoke into the air, watching the tendrils dissipate before leaning against the wall beside you.

He nods, lips pursed in acknowledgement. "True enough," he admits with a wry smile. "But then again, what harm could it do to take a drag off my cigarette? It's not as if we're doing anything else particularly naughty tonight." His voice is teasing, eyes gleaming in the flickering light of a nearby street lamp as he watches you for your reaction.

Withdrawing his lighter again, he offers it to you with another crooked grin. "Go on, what do you say? Live a little?"

His expression flickers, the amusement briefly replaced by something akin to disappointment. "Ah, I see... Well, then..." He says, taking another drag on his cigarette and exhaling it back into the night. "I suppose that means we should probably find somewhere else to go, hm?"

Pushing himself off from the wall, he extends a hand towards you once more. "Do you have anywhere specific in mind? Or shall I take you somewhere?"

His features soften as he meets your gaze, seeing the desire in your eyes. "Alright," he says gently, leading you away from the alley and back onto the sidewalk. "I know just the place." With a nod, he hails a cab that's been slowly cruising down the street, then opens the door for you before sliding into the back seat himself. He leans forward, speaking briefly to the driver in what sounds like Danish before sitting back and turning his attention to you once more. "So," he says with a warm smile, reaching over to place a hand on your knee, "tell me about yourself. What do you teach?"

Nanami Kento sits back in his seat and nods thoughtfully. "Ah, so you're an educator... That's very admirable of you." He takes another puff on his cigarette before exhaling a stream of smoke out the window. Looking at your knee where his hand rests, he studies it for a moment before gently squeezing. "Do you enjoy your job?" he asks with genuine curiosity.

"Ah, that's lovely to hear." He sounds sincere. "You must be quite talented, then. You seem like someone who knows what they want out of life." There's a pause as he takes another drag on his cigarette before continuing, "What about when you're not teaching? Do you have any hobbies or interests?"

"Ah, I love reading as well! What sort of books do you enjoy?" He asks with genuine interest. "And embroidering? That sounds rather...exotic." He chuckles, leaning closer to you in the backseat of the cab. "I've always wanted to try my hand at that. Care to show me sometime?"

His eyebrows raise in surprise at your sudden outburst, but he grins nonetheless. "Well, you seemed rather excited about it... I'm not one to disappoint a pretty girl." He reaches over and gently brushes some hair away from your face before leaning forward to murmur into your ear, "But you do know that I'll expect some sort of payment for this service, right?" His voice is low and husky, sending shivers down your spine.

The cab comes to a stop in front of a quiet little coffee shop, its windows glowing warmly against the night. Looking outside, he turns back to you with an amused smile. "Perhaps we can get some coffee or tea while we discuss payment?"

"Well then," he says with a playful grin as you both step out of the cab, "lead the way, beautiful teacher." He offers you his arm, the offer surprisingly chivalrous given his earlier remarks about not being one to disappoint. As you walk together towards the coffee shop, he can't help but glance down at your knee where his hand once rested before taking another puff on his cigarette and blowing it out into the cool night air. The warmth of your body and the scent of your perfume fill his senses as they walk side by side towards their destination, leaving him feeling oddly lightheaded...

Nanami Kento can't help but notice your reaction and feels pleased by it. He is grateful that you seemed to enjoy the thought of teaching him something new, as much as he enjoys being around you. As they step inside the cozy little coffee shop, his arm still politely wrapped around yours, he asks, "So, what kind of embroidery do you like doing best?" His gaze shifts towards your face now, studying every feature. "And by any chance," he continues with a playful smirk, "do you ever experiment with anything more...spicy?"

Nanami listens intently as you talk about your favorite embroidery designs, nodding along with a small smile playing on his lips. "Well then," he says once you've finished explaining, "perhaps when we get to that part of our arrangement, I could model for you? Show off some of my finer assets?" His voice is teasing, but there's genuine interest in his eyes as well.

When the barista hands them their drinks, he takes a sip of his tea before leaning back against the couch and regarding you thoughtfully. "And about those experiments..." He trails off with a wink, leaving it up to you whether or not you want to elaborate further on that subject.

Nanami sees the hesitation in your eyes and decides to break the tension with a gentle laugh. "My dear Chiri, there's no need to be shy with me." He leans forward, putting his tea cup on its saucer before cupping your cheek with one hand, his thumb gently stroking your jaw. "I promise I won't bite," he murmurs with a smile, "So feel free to share whatever you like with me... after all, we're having such a lovely time together, aren't we?" His gaze holds yours as he waits for your response.

Taking your phone from you with practiced grace, he turns it to face him and begins to scroll through the pictures. He studies each one carefully, a small smile playing on his lips as he takes in the delicate stitches and vibrant colors. "These are lovely," he murmurs after a moment before looking up at you again, an appreciative gleam in his eye.

He reaches out to set your phone down on the table beside him, then leans closer still, running a thumb over your lower lip as if lost in thought. "I must admit, I've never really thought about it before... but perhaps you could show me how sometime?" His voice is soft, almost raspy with desire.

His expression is almost shocked at the uncertainty in your voice. "Of course I want you to show me, beautiful teacher." His tone is reassuring, his fingers never ceasing their gentle movement against your lips. "Why else would I have asked?" His gaze drifts downward, taking in the rounded curve of your breast visible through the fabric of your blouse before lifting back up to meet yours again.

"I just want you to be sure, that's all," he whispers huskily. "If it's not something you feel comfortable with, then please say so. I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable." His voice is quiet but firm as his thumb continues to trace lazy circles around your mouth.

His heart swells at the sight of you leaning into his touch. "I'm glad, Chiri." He says gently before giving you a soft kiss on the lips. As your mouth opens beneath his, he slides his tongue inside, tasting the sweetness of tea and honey on yours. He moans against your lips before pulling back slightly, his breathing labored. "Now, let's see some embroidery." His voice is hoarse with desire as he brushes a strand of hair from your face, revealing your neck in the process. "And then... we can talk about that other payment you owe me..."

He watches as she digs through her phone, searching for pictures of her embroidery. His gaze lingers on her slender fingers, before snapping back to the screen when she finds what she's looking for. "That one." He points to a particularly intricate design of roses and vines. "Why don't you show me how you did that?" he asks, his voice already thick with anticipation. She takes his hand and places it on top of hers, guiding his fingers over the fabric and thread. Her touch sends shivers down his spine as he begins to mimic her movements, eyes locked onto their hands.

When she's satisfied that he has the hang of it, she pulls her hand away and fixes him with a look that nearly makes him lose focus. "Now show me what else you can do," she purrs. Her voice sends a shiver down his spine as he

His smile is slow and seductive as he cups her cheek, tracing the line of her jaw with his thumb. "I want you to show me exactly what it is that I owe you." He murmurs huskily before leaning in to claim her lips once more. His other hand finds its way under her blouse, caressing skin until he feels the heat emanating from her core.

As their kiss deepens, he pulls back slightly to look into her eyes, desire burning brightly there. "Tell me what you want, Chiri," he whispers against her lips. His fingers slip lower, parting wetness with his touch as they seek out the source of her arousal.

Her sharp intake of breath only serves to fuel his desire, spurring him onward in his quest to feel her heat all around him. "I want to see how much you need me

His smile grows wider as he listens to her murmur. "Then let me be that safety, my love." He kisses her deeply again, his tongue dancing with hers before trailing along her jaw and down her neck. His fingers find the small of her back, pressing her closer as he feels her tremble under his touch.

Breathlessly, she manages to gasp out, "You... You make me feel so safe." Her words are slurred from the kisses he's been bestowing on her neck.

"And loved?" He asks softly, feeling her body tense beneath his hands before relaxing once more as if surrendering completely to him. "Do you feel loved when I'm with you?" Her answer is a shuddering gasp against his lips and the tightening of her core around his hand.

"Then show me," he whispers, nipping at her ear

His breath quickens as she arches into his touch, her soft moans fuelling the fire burning deep within him. He kisses down her neck, following the line of her shoulder and then back up to her lips again in a slow, teasing motion.

"That's it," he growls against her mouth. "Show me what you feel." With a gentle tug, he pulls her from her seat and onto his lap, their hips grinding together as they kiss hungrily. His free hand reaches down between them, stroking and teasing until she's close to the edge, before moving back up to cup one of her breasts through her shirt.

"Tell me what you want," he whispers into her ear before nipping at the lobe, drawing a gasp from deep within her. "And I promise I'll give it to you."

The feeling of her body pressed against his, the sounds of their breaths mingling as they kiss, are almost more than he can bear. He breaks the kiss long enough to look deep into her eyes, seeing the need and desire there reflected back at him.

"I promise you that." He whispers before leaning in, claiming her mouth once more. His hand slips from her breast to cup her bottom, feeling the satin fabric of her panties against his fingers as he kneads her through the fabric. "I will give you all the love and intimacy you could possibly want." He groans against her lips before thrusting his hips hard between them, grinding himself against where she's most sensitive.

Her moan vibrates against his lips as their kiss deepens and their bodies move together in perfect unison. His free hand tangles in her hair, holding her head still so that he can taste every

His breath hitches as he feels her tighten around him. "Say it," he whispers against her lips, his voice hoarse with need. "Tell me what you want." His other hand moves to cup the back of her head, forcing her to meet his gaze even as their hips grind together in a frenzy.

"I want this." She gasps out, arching into him. "I want you." Her hands slide up his chest, tangling in his hair before pulling at it roughly. "Please," she whimpers. "Please take me."

His grip on her hair tightens in answer to her plea, his hips thrusting harder between their bodies as he growls deep in his chest. "You're mine," he grinds out against her lips before pulling back slightly to glance down at the flushed skin of her neck. He can feel himself close to losing control, and with a savage yell, he reaches up and flips them over so that she's beneath him on the couch.

The sudden movement causes them both to gasp, their hips still grinding together as his hand slides between their bodies to position himself at her entrance. "You want me?" He rasps, gazing down at her with hooded eyes. "You've got me." And then he pushes inside, filling her completely in one rough thrust.

Her cries echo through the room as he begins to move above her, their hips slapping

His movements are brutal and unyielding, mirroring the passion that she's begged him for. He watches her face as he thrusts into her, drinking in the pleasure that he sees there and finds it only fuels his desire more. "That's right," he growls, "Take what I have to give you."

Her nails scrape down his back, leaving little red lines in their wake, and he feels like a wild animal released from its cage. He rolls his hips, driving deeper inside her with each thrust, feeling the tight heat of her body surrounding him as she comes apart beneath him.

"I'm yours," he rasps out, his voice raw and hoarse from their exertions. "Only yours." With a final thrust, he cries out as his release pours into her, his body shuddering with the force of it. He collaps

"I'll always be yours, beautiful teacher." His voice is hoarse with desire as he presses a kiss to her neck. "And I promise to give you everything you ever wanted...and more." He nibbles on her earlobe and trails his tongue down the length of her neck before looking up at her once again, the love and adoration in his eyes unmistakable. "Now, let's go home where we can properly enjoy all of this intimacy you've been craving."

He rolls off her, pulling her close as they wait for their breath to return. "Are you ready?" he asks with a grin, knowing that there's no place else in the world she'd rather be right now than by his side.

He chuckles softly at her eagerness before leaning in to press a gentle kiss against her forehead. "Then let's go." With one last appreciative glance around, he helps her to her feet and holds out a hand to assist her as they both straighten their clothes and head towards the exit. The warmth of her body pressed against his sends shivers down his spine and makes it hard not to quicken his pace just a bit. But he knows that when they finally do make it home, he'll take his time showing her just how much she means to him and how wonderful their intimacy can truly be.

Once outside, he hails a cab and helps her into the back before climbing in after her, his arm snaking around her shoulders as they sit close together. The driver takes them back to their shared apartment and pulls up to the curb, waiting patiently for them to exit the car

As they enter the apartment, he kicks the door shut behind them and pulls her roughly against him. His lips find hers in a demanding kiss that leaves no doubt as to who is in charge now. Her moans fill his ears as he carries her into the bedroom, gently laying her down on their bed before climbing on top of her. The heat from their bodies mingles with the warmth of the sheets, creating an almost intoxicating sensation that heightens every touch and every kiss.

Without further preamble, he rolls her onto her stomach and spreads her legs wide, positioning himself between them. He leans forward, pressing a hot breath against the sensitive skin of her neck before speaking lowly into her ear. "Tell me what you want," he whispers hoarsely.

Her reply is shaky but clear: "You." And with that, he thrust