Page 141 of Ghost Ribbon

He buried himself to the hilt and pulsed deep inside me. Cum flooded me, adding to what was already there. I could feel it stretching me even fuller. He ground through it, pushing his release as deep as it would go, until I was messy and leaking around him.

Finally he pressed a slow kiss to the side of my neck.

He pulled out slowly. I whimpered at the sudden emptiness and the warm rush of cum that immediately started leaking down my thighs. Alexei watched it for a second then reached down and pushed two fingers back into me, scooping some of the mess and pressing it deeper again.

“There,” he said quietly. “Stay full for me a little longer, Malyshka.”

I shivered hard, cheeks burning, and somehow still nodded.

***

A few days later I went to Dimitri’s house.

Well. Rei’s house now too.

That was still strange to think about, even after weeks of knowing it. Dimitri’s mansion had become Rei’s mansion by extension.

I didn’t want to go.

I obviously wanted to see my best friend. I missed him a lot but I was so tired and I just wanted to be in bed.

Dimitri was in the kitchen, making Japanese snacks.

Like a little housewife.

That wasn’t my description - it was Ilya’s, delivered via text message approximately forty-five minutes ago, accompanied by three laughing emojis and a photograph of Dimitri wearing an apron and glaring at a pot of miso soup.

Rei and I were on the couch.

The living room was enormous. We had our textbooks open. Rei was lying on his stomach, feet kicked up behind him, pen between his teeth, highlighter in hand. I was sitting beside him, knees drawn up, notebook balanced on my thighs, trying to focus on the page in front of me.

Trying.

Failing.

At first I felt a bit dizzy.

That was okay.

Dizziness had become a companion when I stood too fast, when I walked too long, when I forgot to breathe properly.

I was used to it.

I blinked a few times, letting the world settle back into focus, and adjusted my position on the couch. The movement helped.

Okay. Fine. Just dizzy. That’s fine.

I went back to the textbook.

Then I felt my chest tighten.

That was okay too.

That was also familiar. The sensation of something inside my ribcage deciding to clench. It came and went. Sometimes it lasted a few seconds. Sometimes a few minutes. Sometimes it stayed for hours.

I breathed through it.

In. Out. In. Out.