[That's more like it. Don't ask about his mental state or his emotions right now; there's a lot going on up there (and it's about to get worse when he comes back from his canon update.) He loved that Ishmael could just do stuff like this with him without much of a second thought, and it reminded him of other girls he has had a purely physical relationship with in the past. That's all that Ishmael was to him.. so he's pretty certain of. He's not really interested in testing if that lies true or not right now.
In fact, right now, all he cares about is that sweet, slobbery heat of a yearning mouth, smoothly sliding up and down his pulsating shaft. Ishmael will feel each and every stiff vein he has when she finally engulfs him, twitching as he is shameless to let out a heavy sigh, voice low, nearly humming. The tension from her sucking makes his knees buckle, but he secures himself with his arm against the wall behind her. The other arm, it reaches down to grab that heavy ponytail of hers, and when he feels like she's confident with her movements and her mouth is loose, he thrusts, just a few times to check her reflex, nails curling against her scalp. There's nothing he wants to say or talk about even if he can be talkative during sex. Tonight it's different. Tonight he's actively trying to get his mind off of something. ]
[ it's strange, not gonna lie. usually he'd be relaying all sorts of dirty talk by now, or even words of praise the more she gets more into this. she is nothing if not diligent, after all. but it's looking like he isn't interested in anything else but getting off right now, and while ishmael doesn't find anything wrong with that, it's just... weird, is all. the more you spend time with a person, the more you notice these things that are just a little off.
she doesn't have any room to think too deeply about that right now, though -- not with how eager he is to fuck her mouth already. she moans around him as he thrusts, tilting her mouth slightly to help accommodate him some more without choking herself on it. her reflex should be fine, so long as he doesn't hit the back of her throat right away, and she is starting to get accustomed to his taste and texture as well as drool trickles down her chin. her hands both grip at his thighs as he fucks into her throat, her legs instinctively closing the more heat builds up inside her. this is bad. she's already beginning to lose herself, one eye opening up to watch him unravel. ]
[ It felt nice. It always did. He could close his eyes around Ishmael and be exposed and vulnerable like this with her, it was freeing.. and yet. And yet.. he didn't know much about her. What were her favorite things? Favorite foods? Colors? Was she a winter or summer girl? He didn't know because it didn't matter. The extent of their relationship was just this .. (and maybe some friendship, but he's also not thinking about that right now.) It made stuff like this so easy. If she somehow got to see the dark and icky parts of him, would he care? He wouldn't, because she doesn't matter to him like that. It wouldn't hurt if she cut him out of her life, and that's what makes this so easy.
He's already spilling pre all in her mouth as his hips rut in and out, back and forth, mind-numbing for them both. It's a bit too rough towards the end of it and Ishmael's got only a wall of support behind her and the security of his firm hand in her hair, and it's a bit fast before he releases all in her mouth without warning-- and excessive amount that probably seeps from the corners of her mouth with pressure that splatters all over his own crotch. The noise he makes sounds like a strained noise with a sigh, and then, laughing because it feels so good to do it; to just get to the point and have satisfaction like that. He could have edged himself and encouraged to be patient to come harder, but he just wanted to feel something.. anything right away to distract him from his inner feelings and thoughts.
He pulls his soft, leaking cock out and turns her head upwards with his hand to get a good look at her face. My god, he loves it. ]
[ ishmael can handle rough, sure. in most cases, she even likes it. it only means the other party is really getting into it, and so long as they properly communicate, no one can get hurt. so what if toji's only using her mouth to get off? it's not like she hasn't been doing the same to him in return. their relationship has never been so superficial, and she'd like to keep it that way as much as possible. the last thing she wants is to get attached again, like what she's starting to do with --
well, before she can finish that thought, toji stills her head as he spills into her mouth, and ishmael is doing all she can to swallow every last drop, placing a hand under her chin to catch any drop of cum just in case. that was more than enough to snap her out of thinking of someone else, from the roughness to his taste, and she wearily looks back at him as he grasps her chin to face him.
she's beautiful like this, huh. she flushes, but mostly from all the sucking she had to do more than anything. ]
You've had... your fill, right? [ her hands find his and tugs at them, urging him to help her up to her feet. her legs are still trembling from how hot that was and how wet she's becoming. ] Now's my turn.
[ Ishmael is always surprising to him, he's noticing, and maybe that's why he likes coming (heh) to her so often to do stuff like this. A part of him does wonder what kind of world she comes from to make her feisty like this, but he can only imagine. It's probably some place really bad.
Toji steadies his footing and allows her to climb up to her feet, serving as something to hold or lean onto. He has an idea of several things he could do right now, but he's mostly curious to see what she wants. ]
Oh? Am I being too greedy right now? I have a feeling you like it when I'm greedy, especially with your body, Ishmael.
[ truly the understatement of the year. though to be absolutely fair to ishmael, it's not like she's never been touched. she'd hugged and mingled with other people before coming here. she had friends, even. but having sex is different and exciting, especially if it is with someone who knows what he's doing. she's learning a lot from him because of this.
though as to whether she likes him enough... that's also different. ]
...Obviously.
[ it's not necessarily a bad thing, though. nothing bad about being wanted this much, even if it's all physicality and nothing else. she then turns around so that she's facing the wall, her hand reaching for his cock and stroking it again as she eases him back between her legs, her inner thighs warm and slick with her fluids. if this doesn't get him to harden again, well... there are other ways. ]
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In fact, right now, all he cares about is that sweet, slobbery heat of a yearning mouth, smoothly sliding up and down his pulsating shaft. Ishmael will feel each and every stiff vein he has when she finally engulfs him, twitching as he is shameless to let out a heavy sigh, voice low, nearly humming. The tension from her sucking makes his knees buckle, but he secures himself with his arm against the wall behind her. The other arm, it reaches down to grab that heavy ponytail of hers, and when he feels like she's confident with her movements and her mouth is loose, he thrusts, just a few times to check her reflex, nails curling against her scalp. There's nothing he wants to say or talk about even if he can be talkative during sex. Tonight it's different. Tonight he's actively trying to get his mind off of something. ]
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she doesn't have any room to think too deeply about that right now, though -- not with how eager he is to fuck her mouth already. she moans around him as he thrusts, tilting her mouth slightly to help accommodate him some more without choking herself on it. her reflex should be fine, so long as he doesn't hit the back of her throat right away, and she is starting to get accustomed to his taste and texture as well as drool trickles down her chin. her hands both grip at his thighs as he fucks into her throat, her legs instinctively closing the more heat builds up inside her. this is bad. she's already beginning to lose herself, one eye opening up to watch him unravel. ]
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He's already spilling pre all in her mouth as his hips rut in and out, back and forth, mind-numbing for them both. It's a bit too rough towards the end of it and Ishmael's got only a wall of support behind her and the security of his firm hand in her hair, and it's a bit fast before he releases all in her mouth without warning-- and excessive amount that probably seeps from the corners of her mouth with pressure that splatters all over his own crotch. The noise he makes sounds like a strained noise with a sigh, and then, laughing because it feels so good to do it; to just get to the point and have satisfaction like that. He could have edged himself and encouraged to be patient to come harder, but he just wanted to feel something.. anything right away to distract him from his inner feelings and thoughts.
He pulls his soft, leaking cock out and turns her head upwards with his hand to get a good look at her face. My god, he loves it. ]
You're so beautiful when you're a mess.
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well, before she can finish that thought, toji stills her head as he spills into her mouth, and ishmael is doing all she can to swallow every last drop, placing a hand under her chin to catch any drop of cum just in case. that was more than enough to snap her out of thinking of someone else, from the roughness to his taste, and she wearily looks back at him as he grasps her chin to face him.
she's beautiful like this, huh. she flushes, but mostly from all the sucking she had to do more than anything. ]
You've had... your fill, right? [ her hands find his and tugs at them, urging him to help her up to her feet. her legs are still trembling from how hot that was and how wet she's becoming. ] Now's my turn.
don't perceive the time stamps
Toji steadies his footing and allows her to climb up to her feet, serving as something to hold or lean onto. He has an idea of several things he could do right now, but he's mostly curious to see what she wants. ]
Oh? Am I being too greedy right now? I have a feeling you like it when I'm greedy, especially with your body, Ishmael.
i do not see.....
though as to whether she likes him enough... that's also different. ]
...Obviously.
[ it's not necessarily a bad thing, though. nothing bad about being wanted this much, even if it's all physicality and nothing else. she then turns around so that she's facing the wall, her hand reaching for his cock and stroking it again as she eases him back between her legs, her inner thighs warm and slick with her fluids. if this doesn't get him to harden again, well... there are other ways. ]
So don't you dare hold back on me now. Come on...