[ every vulgar word from his mouth stokes the flames that are building up inside her, evident with the way she's panting. she's slick enough to slide one finger in, but toji's hands were bigger than hers, his tongue more experienced. it isn't enough. ]
You really like eating me out, don't you...?
[ she fails to stifle a moan as her own fingers continue to work herself open. she has half a mind to turn off the hologram, thinking that she's seen enough, yet she's too transfixed with idle way he's stroking his cock, and she tries to match his hand's speed with hers. ]
When is it... going to be my turn?
[ between his legs, she means. that would imply that she'd want to do this again but she'll regret what she just said in a moment. ]
[ Just hearing that noise from her makes him twitch, sighing and closing his eyes, head lulling back to rest on the time surface behind him. His hand is moving in such a rhythm, now, but he’s drawing himself out instead of beating too fast to finish.
His throat bobs as he swallows, sounding slightly hoarse when he talks again. ]
It could be now, if you wanted. Hah. I’m just down the hallway.
[ it would've been so easy - to snap herself out of this haze of lust, to walk out of her and into wherever toji is, to get on her knees in front of him. just thinking about how he'd taste and how much of him she's going to take into her mouth is making her drool a little, breath hitching as she continues to touch herself. ]
...No. I intend to make you suffer.
[ not sure how long she's going to last, though. she grows silent on her end as she shuts off the hologram, too embarrassed to see more of him. instead. she's going to close her eyes and focus on his breathing and her own as she gets off on that alone. ]
Just keep talking. You're only using me to get off, right? Like what I asked for last time.
You're so cruel to me~ making me suffer as if the life I have lived wasn't enough for poor me. Do you always treat your partners like this?
[ It's hard to tell, now, without the image there.. where exactly he's at during all of this.. until he lets out a sudden, low moan. Was that it? Is he--? No, wait, that's the sound of slick skin again. He's probably teasing himself. ]
Ishmael. You're so pretty when your back is bent.
[ disGUSTING. ]
I'm thinking of the last time we were together. Why don't you?
[ don't just traumadump on her while she's getting off?
and to be fair, her former partners were practically nonexistent - just mere faces in the crowd, or in her case the office she used to work at. and toji is mean, so of course she has to be mean right back. it's only fair.
hearing that from him makes her arch her back too as she slides in another finger, failing to stifle another shuddering moan. it's not enough... ]
Why... wouldn't I think about it? It was... mm. Unforgettable.
[ she wasn't exaggerating that she needed it, okay. she hopes he knows this. ]
[ what does he mean by that. he's probably talking nonsense right now, and the last thing ishmael wants is to think any harder than she needs to be while getting off.
but... it's still nice. to have someone to think of her, as proof that she existed or something like that. even if their relationship remains to be purely physical. that's for the best anyway, so long as neither of them cross that line. ]
...Yes. [ she sighs into the microphone. it's like signing a contract, isn't it? ] Just make me feel good. Please.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
You really like eating me out, don't you...?
[ she fails to stifle a moan as her own fingers continue to work herself open. she has half a mind to turn off the hologram, thinking that she's seen enough, yet she's too transfixed with idle way he's stroking his cock, and she tries to match his hand's speed with hers. ]
When is it... going to be my turn?
[ between his legs, she means. that would imply that she'd want to do this again but she'll regret what she just said in a moment. ]
no subject
[ Just hearing that noise from her makes him twitch, sighing and closing his eyes, head lulling back to rest on the time surface behind him. His hand is moving in such a rhythm, now, but he’s drawing himself out instead of beating too fast to finish.
His throat bobs as he swallows, sounding slightly hoarse when he talks again. ]
It could be now, if you wanted. Hah. I’m just down the hallway.
no subject
...No. I intend to make you suffer.
[ not sure how long she's going to last, though. she grows silent on her end as she shuts off the hologram, too embarrassed to see more of him. instead. she's going to close her eyes and focus on his breathing and her own as she gets off on that alone. ]
Just keep talking. You're only using me to get off, right? Like what I asked for last time.
no subject
[ It's hard to tell, now, without the image there.. where exactly he's at during all of this.. until he lets out a sudden, low moan. Was that it? Is he--? No, wait, that's the sound of slick skin again. He's probably teasing himself. ]
Ishmael.
You're so pretty when your back is bent.
[ disGUSTING. ]
I'm thinking of the last time we were together. Why don't you?
no subject
and to be fair, her former partners were practically nonexistent - just mere faces in the crowd, or in her case the office she used to work at. and toji is mean, so of course she has to be mean right back. it's only fair.
hearing that from him makes her arch her back too as she slides in another finger, failing to stifle another shuddering moan. it's not enough... ]
Why... wouldn't I think about it? It was... mm. Unforgettable.
[ she wasn't exaggerating that she needed it, okay. she hopes he knows this. ]
...Do you want to do it again?
no subject
Of course I .. hah .. do. I think about it all the time. How you'd look in different positions for me~
If it was so unforgettable, why don't we make some more memories that are also unforgettable? I want you to think of me a lot.
no subject
but... it's still nice. to have someone to think of her, as proof that she existed or something like that. even if their relationship remains to be purely physical. that's for the best anyway, so long as neither of them cross that line. ]
...Yes. [ she sighs into the microphone. it's like signing a contract, isn't it? ] Just make me feel good. Please.