Senses | By : cherylgebo Category: +A through F > DRAMAtical Murder Views: 287 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Today, she realized, was a more common sense. One he used every day. All Faith told Ren to do, was just watch his surroundings. And he did just that. For the first time, Ren realized what he had been missing. When they started on their walk through the forest trail, Ren could hear their feet stomping on the ground, smell the foliage, he was able to tell that it was water that was in his mouth when Faith handed him a water bottle, but at this point, he could see what made all those senses. He saw their legs moving when he looked down, he saw the clear liquid in the bottle, and he saw the trees, bushes and flowers around them. And he saw what would swipe against his skin, a tree branch, when they moved through.
“Are you enjoying the walk?”
Ren smiled and nodded his head quickly. She knew it might be a bit overwhelming at first, but Ren seemed to really enjoy himself. She smiled at him, watching as he looked up at the blue sky, then around a the green trees.
“Wait, we can eat out here?”
“I don’t see why not. And Ren…there’s a picnic table here…”
“O-Oh…”
Ren looked around, making it obvious he was really taking things in.
“You know, some people don’t have that.”
“Have what?”
“Sight. Just like some can’t hear.”
“Really? That…must not be good.”
“Well, they make do, as they’re people too.”
She laid the food out on the picnic table, watching as Ren wandered about with Rani, looking off over the cliff they were on. The boulders and rocks below gave way to the water, and he couldn’t help but notice a lighthouse in the distance, something he wouldn’t have seen if he hadn’t been told to look.
“Sometimes, there are things you don’t want to see.”
“Like what, that seems impossible.”
“…Well…some things are…traumatizing, or scary. Why would you want to see that?”
Ren nodded, realizing that yes…that was true. He remembered a time that Aoba wouldn’t leave the house, or a time that someone raised their voice at Maxi, making her cry when she saw how they were treating her. He went over to Faith, sitting down to eat.
Sitting together near the cliff, Ren and Faith sat talking while Rani was sleeping off a distance away in the last patch of sunlight she could find. He couldn’t help but notice how close Faith was to him, and of course, in that sitting arrangement, with her leaning back a bit on her arms, he was seeing nearly nothing but breasts, and in fact, Ren realize…that she wasn’t wearing one of those flimsy bras under her shirt, and he was damn sure that what he saw poking up was her nipples.
Ren ripped his head to the side, but he couldn’t help but gasp as his length filled with blood, hardening beneath his jeans, and this time, he had no choice, he couldn’t just adjust his pants and go about his day.
“Ren? Are you ok?”
He turned his head away, wanting to turn his whole body. Faith sat up on her knees, gently reaching for his cheeks and turning his head back. The blush on his face, the slight increase in his breathing. Faith probably should have known better, hell she knew she should have known better, but her eyes slowly traveled down until they reached the middle of his body. Her eyes widened as she caught sight and Ren looked up, embarrassed. He couldn’t control that! No matter how much effort he put into it!
“Ah…Ren…”
He squeezed his eyes shut, her voice alone made him throb something fierce. She noticed the movement in the crotch of his jeans, and heard his breath catching in his throat. She shot a look at Rani’s location, staring for a moment before turning back. She lifted her hand, and looked up at him, “Ren, do you need some help?”
His eyes flew open and he turned to face her only to become more shocked that she appeared serious. She studied his face for a moment, seeing the red spread across his nose and cheeks. His lashes seem to touch his cheeks when he looked down, then up at her and nodding his head. He took a shaky breath when Faith reached for the zipper and button on his jeans, and he bit a groan back when she gently undid them. Ren put a arm around her back, his hand resting lazily on her hip. He let his head rest on hers as she pulled the waistband of his underwear out allowing him to spring out. Hissing as the cool evening air contacted the head of his cock, he learned that was a feeling that excited him. He also realized it allowed him to feel that he was a bit wet at the tip, later understanding that was a giving. He was going to do that.
“Have you…done this yourself at all?”
“…No.”
“Is…this what you were going to do that night?”
“…Yeah.”
She smiled kindly at him, rested her head on his shoulder and gently wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft. Ren’s breathing stuttered for a moment and his hips picked up, aching to move. Slowly, Faith started to stroke his length, watching her own hand supplying him the pleasure he needed.
“Ren, watch. Then you’ll know what to do next time.”
“Next t-time-ah!” He felt his hips buck a couple times, looking down to watch the erotic vision in front of him. The hand on her hip pressed against her as he nuzzled her forehead, groaning slightly as her hand traveled up and down his shaft.
Who would have thought trying to teach Ren about his own senses would lead to a sexual experience, but Faith realized…it was going to happen. She was noticing him more, his body, his deep voice, his eyes and smell. Everything, the senses she was teaching him was coming back to her of him. She could see how handsome he was, hear that sexy voice. She had smelt the natural scent he gave off, intoxicating her. And for sure she felt his hardened length throb in her hand. There was just…one sense. He had already tried it, but she hadn’t.
Faith reached up, took him by the chin. Ren’s eyes widened when she pulled him close enough, leaning up to finish closing the gap.
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