Kiss the Stranger

A gentle warmth on my cheek made the corners of my mouth twitch upward. His slow hand stroking my back, the soft press of his lips against my hair—they all stirred me between sleep and wakefulness. When that hand slid down to grip my hip, I frowned and force-opened my eyes.

“…Don’t.”
I mumbled, still half-asleep, and the man holding me laughed, tilting his head. His lips brushed mine, then he asked in a low voice,
“Did you sleep well?”

“…Mm.”
I rubbed my eyes and answered. He kissed my brow, my cheek, my hair, my ear—everywhere. It tickled and annoyed me, so I turned away and tried to push him off, but Kamar easily caught my hand, pinning my protest, and continued kissing me at will. With one arm he held me tight and wrapped my legs around his, so I couldn’t break free—and he would have kept going all day if Rikal hadn’t yowled for food and leapt across his chest demanding dinner.
“F—Feed Rikal!”

Each time his lips parted from mine, I managed to shout a bit of it. But Kamar didn’t release me immediately. He climbed over me, nibbling my neck gently so it wouldn’t hurt, then pressed his full weight down like a kiss with his body, hugging me fiercely—only then did he lift himself slightly. I scrambled out, panting, and sat at the edge of the bed, hands on my chest.
“I can’t breathe.”
I scolded lightly, but tomorrow morning would be the same. It had happened so many times it felt inevitable. Half resigned, I got up unsteadily to make breakfast. At least Kamar hadn’t had a nightmare since we began sleeping together—though he often smothered me in his arms before bed, inhaling my scent until I felt suffocated. Yet watching his tense body relax on an exhale made those moments feel negligible. Seeing his content face after a good sleep this morning, I almost forgave the nightly discomfort.

Though his memory still hadn’t returned….
I couldn’t tell if it was good that he no longer dreamed. For now, I’d wait—there was nothing else to do.
I hurried to prepare our meal. As I moved, I heard the cat yowl angrily behind me. Turning, I saw Rikal thrashing under Kamar’s hand at the nape of his neck.
“Stop bothering Rikal.”

At my word, Kamar reluctantly let go. Rikal landed solidly on the floor and sprinted to me, mewing for food. I scooped him up, and on my shoulder he arched his fur and hissed at Kamar—who merely yawned, unfazed.
Why did they hate each other so much? I inwardly lamented as I set the rice to cook, blinking against the early sunlight that stung my eyes.
“What’s wrong? Are your eyes hurting?”

Kamar came up behind me and asked. He gently removed Rikal from my shoulder and immediately wrapped his arms around my waist. Leaning back, I rested against his chest and answered as he buried his nose in my hair.
“Just—it’s too bright.”
“In this little sun?”

He frowned. His low voice murmured over my head.
“Aren’t you overdoing it? You worked late again last night.”
I couldn’t argue—I had to hit Ghurab’s quota today. I admitted,

“And there’s no camel substitute now.”
For a moment Kamar said nothing. Sensing that, I spoke more firmly,
“Rikal can’t count.”

At my words, Kamar shrugged.
“No one would buy a scraggly, ill-tempered cat like that.”
Rikal snarled at the insult; I sighed and muttered,

“I don’t know why you two hate each other so much.”
“Why do you think?”
Kamar asked, pressing his lips to my neck. One arm still around my waist, his other hand slipped down between my legs.
“…Ah!”

He seized me at the front, and I gasped. As he straightened me against his chest, my heels lifted off the floor and I dangled in his arms. His large palm rubbed me rapidly through my clothes; heat pooled in my body and I braced myself on his thick arm, trembling and gasping.
“A-ah… ah!”

Sounds tumbled from my lips. My mind went blank as my body ignited. Haah, haah—I panted, and Kamar’s hand moved faster. His firm palm grinding over my trousers made me shake. Soon the fabric at my front strained outward, dampening. I surrendered entirely to him, closing my eyes and moaning.

“…Faster… there….”
I didn’t know what I said. My random words made him chuckle, then he slid his hand into my trousers.
“Ah…!”

My loose cotton pants gave way, and his large hand found me raw. He clasped me tight inside his palm, and the world spun.
“Uh… uhngh….”
My whole body trembled as I came. Clutching me in one arm, Kamar stroked out the last of my fluid, then kissed my temple. “Now it’s my turn,” he whispered.

Before I could respond, he withdrew his hand, took my waistband, and tugged my pants and underwear down over my hips. Exposed, he slid into me from behind. Still holding me in one arm, he braced himself ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ with a hand on the wall.
“Yohan, squeeze my thigh tighter. Yes.”
Obeying, I heard him exhale, then begin to move. Dangling from his arm, I watched his thick shaft appear and disappear between my buttocks as he thrust. The rough motion shook my whole body; my thighs gave out, yet my trousers prevented me from spreading my legs fully. Undeterred, his length continued to slip in and out. Even without effort, his thick penis filled me completely. The friction made me want to part my legs, but the pants blocked me.

“Ah… ahh… ah.”
His rough thrusts drew involuntary moans. He braced on the wall with one hand, held my waist with the other, and pounded into me. His ragged breath and my name—“Yohan, Yohan”—came breathlessly from his lips. A shiver ran through me, and I clamped my thighs tight.
Then behind me I felt him release with a deep groan.

“Haah….”
He emptied himself inside me—and dribbled white strands down the wall. I watched the spray through blurred vision. Still moving a few more times to squeeze out the last of his release, he left white smears on the plaster. I went limp, and he held me close, kissing again and again.
“Seriously, why do you cling to me all the time?”
He tapped my arm gently, and I felt the sting but also his laughter as he hugged me tighter. An involuntary sigh escaped me. He loosened his grip, yet didn’t let me go.

“I wish I could carry you everywhere.”
He whispered into my ear with a kiss. I thought, You already cling enough—but I didn’t mind. In fact, I wished we could always stay like this. The brush of his thick hair beneath me and the press of his weight sent my heart racing. Any movement might set him aright again—and I was both curious and afraid. Remembering his fingers inside me made me startle; he exhaled, then gently set me down. My feet finally touched the floor, and I realized the cause of the disturbance: Rikal was clawing at Kamar’s leg, yowling desperately for breakfast.
I gulped and looked up at Kamar, whose expression seemed hopeful. I said,

“…I need to feed him.”
Kamar said nothing.