[ wow, how considerate of him. although, that was what he was intending to do right from the beginning, right? dammit, she really got played. but it's not like she's got room to complain when she readily agreed to his whims and let him lick at her fingers. she's not stupid. she knows what he wants to do to her, and that involves sitting up with a groan and letting her legs dangle off the edge of the bed in front of him. ]
You're really making me sit up for this, aren't you...
[ just going to grab some pillows and put them behind her so that she can lean back on them. she was wearing her usual loungewear, a baggy white shirt and red sweatpants, and she shifts in place as she pulls down the latter to reveal pale, freckled legs, also crisscrossed with faded scars.
as for her panties, they're plain and cotton, with a noticeable damp spot in the middle. fine, fine, he's got her, okay. not wanting to appear like a total virgin on her first time in quite a while, she boldly reaches for toji's hands and places them on her thighs. ]
[ Toji is perceptive, but he's not 100% sure what he expected out of Ishmael. He likes her company well enough, but he's also not one who really knows or cares to build intimate friendships with people. It's probably because he hasn't really had any of those in his life other than the two people he has married and his colleague. It's in this moment Toji even wonders what happened to his second wife after they stopped seeing each other. His marriage with her was sort of blurred; she was just as horrible as he is, naturally. It didn't feel like either of them really loved one another.
There's some dim moonlight peeking through the curtain to their only window, so he can definitely see her undress and with his keen eyesight.. well. He can both see and smell the fact that she's wet. That's probably the reason his shit eating grin as remained. ]
Don't sound too excited, shit. Here--
[ Although one of his hands remains on her thigh, the other lifts to catch her under her chin and tug her close to him. Before she knows it, he's kissing her; here on the mouth. His other hand works, caressing along her thigh, the inside of her thigh, the warmth from his fingers teasing along her outside of her panties. Maybe he should have asked, but he figured stuff like this is usually part of oral sex, right? ]
[ was she that excited? she probably was, when she'd just agreed to have fun with him his own way after hearing his rather demeaning spiel about loving women despite being unlovable himself. he's simply not a keeper if he just goes through girls like that, and even more so when most of them here have standards.
but ishmael is serious when she said that there are worse people than him where she's from. the city's full of psychopaths, doing all they can just to survive in a world that never runs out of ways to dispose of the weak. all they can do is shut out any form of emotional connections in order not to be swayed when their peers happen to die the next day. if anything, ishmael might be worse than him in this regard, because she just leaped at the first person who's shown physical interest in her despite not having any strong feelings for him one way or another. he's made her realize that maybe she does need to get off after years of not being able to.
so she kisses him back with much fervor, softly moaning into his mouth as she licks at his lips to demand entry. more heat radiates from between her legs the more he rubs her there, but it just isn't enough. she takes his wrist to keep him in place as she ruts needily against his hand, the fabric keeping them apart growing wetter with every stroke. ]
Just... take it off already... [ she's tired! don't make her do all the work when she can barely move her legs, damn. ]
[ Again, the perks of having heightened senses makes sex just that much more enjoyable. The vibration against his lips when she moans, the way her heart beat drums in his ears.. maybe that's why he's such a dirty bastard. As she eases his mouth for more entry, he grants it, his taste lingering with a hint of smoky alcohol despite the fact they've technically been on a mission. Who knows what he's been spending some of his time doing here. Despite this though, he is sober. It seems like a very old taste.
His wrist curls, cupping her pussy and pressing the heel of his palm over the peak of her folds, right over her clit as he ruts against him. He breaks off their messy kiss to dip down and murmur hotly against her ear. ]
Think of nothing else but me. Loosen up. Not of things going on here or where you came from. Just have fun.
[ Toji slips-- not two-- but three fingers past the rim of her panties, touching and stroking her properly without anything in the way now. He presses his forefinger and ring finger against her, slipping his middle finger right in with ease from her wetness. It twists, curling upwards for a minute before he adds another digit, fingering her to his second knuckles. ]
Think how nice it'll be when I eat out your cute cunt. Surrender it all to me. ♡
[ The heat of his fingers leaves almost right when it was getting pretty good and he pulls back to run the flat of his tongue along his own digits, giving himself a hint of a taste. The tip of his tongue curls around the corner of his lips as he regards her for a moment before shifting down.. and down.. and down. With utmost care, he does remove her undergarments as instructed before spreading her legs with both of his hands. She may expect him to go right for her folds, but instead, she'll feel the heat of his mouth against the inside of her right thigh, lavishing with proper attention to edge her on. ]
[ that's easy for him to say, she thinks, already feeling heady from the kiss alone. up until recently, she had a one-track mind for her one mission that everything else had faded into the background. it's practically impossible not to think of the city she'd lived in that influenced her everyday thinking, that work should always take precedence over fun until she dies a useless death like everyone else.
but at the same time, it's hard to think about anything else at the moment with toji's fingers inside her. she manages to cover her mouth with one hand before letting out a series of breathy moans, her walls tight around his fingers as he gradually works her open. her hips jerk erratically as juices start flowing out with every stroke, feeling herself about to reach her limit--
and then he pulls his hand out, his fingers glistening with her own slick. ishmael lets out a needy whine, glaring daggers at him with a completely flushed face. dammit, it was getting really good too, but she'll shift on the bed to accommodate him, planting her legs onto his broad shoulders right after he slides her panties off. it's been so long since she felt this hot from within her core, her heart beating like nothing else she'd experience in a long, long time, and toji really likes to torment her by dragging this out, doesn't he...?! ]
Toji...
[ she whines again as one hand reaches for his head, tugging slightly at his hair. she appreciates the thigh worship, but she's going to nudge her hips at him anyway. like hello? her pussy is right here, you know. ]
Will you stop... fucking around...? [ pleaaaaaase ]
[ Toji works hard to leave a rather possessive mark on her, sucking and drawing blood to the surface of her skin. When he is given an order, though, Ishmael will feel him graze his teeth against the already raw flesh in a small bite. Apart of him is sadistic and loves to see people get flustered and impatient through a torturous process, but another part of him is trying to control her orgasm; reaching her to almost her limit to circle back around and deny her of release. He’s hoping she will have a strong climax if he keeps doing this. ]
I’ll do what I want to do.
[ Maybe she’s unintentionally tapping into his dominant play, but he can’t help but say stuff like this when someone is starting to brat out. Through the dim light that cascades over the room, Ishmael can probably see his eyes look pretty heavy, his large cock fattening up the front of his loungewear trousers. He’s very turned on, and maybe he will start touching himself wants he gets his mouth on her since he assumes this is all they’re doing tonight.
Dipping back down, this time right near her cunt, he glances up at her again with a crooked smile. ]
You can fondle yourself if you want. I wouldn’t mind seeing that.
[ Maybe she has sensitive tits; he doesn’t know, but he thought he would introduce a suggestion. Finally, though, his lips split and his tongue sticks out wide, slowly running the flat of it along her entire arousal, stopping at the top to give her eye contact as he plays with her clit— up and down, up and down. It’s about now that he reaches down with one of his hands to toy with his dick, thumbing along one of the thickest veins and slowly stroking himself. ]
[ shit. she'll have to make sure no one finds the lovebite on her inner thigh whenever she uses the communal baths and the onsen now, but the idea that toji even bit her there as a secret reminder of what transpired here tonight has her curling her toes in delight anyway as she sucks in a sharp breath when his teeth meets skin.
she catches her breath for a moment, closing her eyes and barely catching his suggestions and -- gotta give credit to the guy, he sure knows what he wants and how to get it. it's also helpful to have someone tell her what to do in this instance when she's gravely out of practice. so she rolls up her shirt to reveal her sizeable breasts, cupping one of them in her hand and flicking her finger at a nipple. it's too much, enough for her hips to buck wildly against his mouth as his tongue dove deep into the raw heat of her cunt.
it's hard to tell if they're still being quiet here, what with all the sounds she's been wanting to keep down and failing every time. it'd be embarrassing if anyone decides to come in at any moment. regardless, she moans and twitches when she rolls a nipple between her fingers, tilting her head down to see how toji's doing and widening her eyes at the sight of him stroking at his own cock. it might be enough to send her over the edge, but she finds herself wanting to prolong this as much as she can for fun. so she swallows, her free hand finding its way back to his head to grip at his hair again as a signal to pause. ]
Wait, wait-- [ she's never heard herself this desperate before. not during sex, at least. ] I'm close. You have to fuck me... Please.
[ she's so drenched from all the stimulation, it's embarrassing. she also couldn't really see how big he is in the shadows, but he can't be that big, right? well, only one way to find out. ]
[ Before she speaks, Toji leaves her clit hot and clutches one of her thighs, pulling her taunt against his mouth as he pushes his tongue past her outside flesh, enjoying his meal with both fervent movements and sounds; at this point, his stroking has turned into straight on fapping, silently wishing there was at least some kind of lubricant to make all of this go smoother, literally, but it’s not the first time he’s jacked off dry and it definitely doesn’t deter him from doing it right now.
He’s enjoying the show when she makes a suggestion and he has to think for a moment. Is it just something she is suggesting in the heat of the moment and will regret it later? He doubts that the case. Ishmael is a new acquaintance (fuckbuddy?) but he already knows she’s a level headed person who seems very certain of her wants and needs. Toji removes himself from her, a trail of saliva and discharge sticking to the round of his chin, right along the sharp angle of his jaw. Say no more, but he straightens his posture and tucks his hands under his lounge wear shirt, pulling it off of his head to reveal his immaculate body, perfected into sculpture by years and years of training out of spite. Most of the muscle is along his broad shoulders, arms and chest, but there’s enough build along his abdomen to appreciate too.
Toji crawls to his feet and strips out of his pants and undergarments in one go, stiff cock practically springing out when it has the chance. He’s above average size, but not overly so, with an evident curve to its shape. He’s uncut, but his head is completely out right now. He just really likes eating out women, okay.
He climbs on the bed, helping his partner get positioned with her legs open and around him. As for her hands, he’ll place them over her head with the wrists crossed, large palm pressing down to hold them there if she will allow it.
Well. They are certainly in a position now. ]
Thought you were too tired.
[ Stated with a bit of a playful tone, but he sounds terribly aroused as well. The other hand goes for adjusting his cock against her. ]
[ do they count as fuckbuddies now? they're not even buddies, as far as she knows. they're merely neighbors back at the base and nothing more. but ishmael is surprisingly aware that she deserves to have fun after everything she'd gone through up to this point, and she's always thought that toji is someone she's never really met in the city before, a guy who knows how to act upon his desires when he has it in his grasp. she's not used to the way he hungrily watched her from between her legs, the way he held her when they were still cuddling innocently, but she can't say she hates this attention either. she'd experienced lust before thanks to that one E.G.O that wrapped her in ribbons, but this time it's real. frighteningly so.
so she peels off her shirt, tossing it to the ground. the moonlight through the window shafts over her body now, her toned abdomen glistening with sweat as her chest rises and falls with every heavy breath she takes. toji looms over her, and she can't help but marvel over his sculpted body, thinking how insanely strong he would be to get that physique, and she would've extended a hand out for his chest only for him to hold her back. fuck.
she should be terrified, especially with his large cock teasing at her entrance. this is the point of no return, after all. yet she locks eyes with him, her body quivering in anticipation, her hands itching to touch him all over. ]
Is that a problem?
[ her legs wrap around him, pulling him closer. her sore muscles continue to scream at her, but she's too delirious to listen at this point. that's future ishmael's problem, in another mirror world. ]
He follows after her, heart beating quicker in his chest at that peep of exposed skin, wishing he could tug that shirt up further (or better yet, all the way off). What's that old saying again, if wishes were fishes....? Better to actually take matters into his own hands instead of sitting around and waiting.
At least he doesn't have to wait long, the journey down from the roof and back into their campervan relatively short, and he barely waits until the door clicks shut behind them before he's pulling her towards him for a kiss, hungry and open-mouthed.
Sorry, they only have so much time before everyone disperses around the nightly campfire and he intends to make full use of every minute. ]
[ wow, look who's desperate. but it's true; they barely have any privacy since coming out here, and it's only a matter of time before any of their temporary van-mates walk in to find them going at it. hopefully everyone else is too busy whooping it up over there while they act like horny teenagers at the back of a car late at night.
because it feels just like that, doesn't it? the clumsy, hungry way they kiss each other, the way ishmael's one hand grips at the hair at the back of his head, the way she pushes him back until he hits the door behind him so that she can shove her tongue further into her mouth. she's wanted this for a long time, and now that he's within reach...
well, she's going to break off the kiss to huff out a chuckle against his lips. sorry, she should be horny right about now (and she is!!! she's really wanted him on her for a while) but she's just too happy more than anything. ]
You're really dying to do this, aren't you? [ she gives him a seemingly innocent peck on the lips, then planting a series of tiny kisses along his jaw. her other hand travels further down his side and over his thigh to stroke him between his legs. ] I really thought you were gonna hold back. Since you're a gentleman and all.
[ He submits to her every advance, opening his mouth wider for her as his tongue presses against hers, more than happy to be sandwiched between her and the door of the van. His hands settle briefly at her waist just long enough for his fingers to slip beneath her shirt and hike the fabric all the way up to her chest—and then from there it's a simple matter of circling around her back and unhooking the clasp of her bra.
Remember when I joked about him thinking about her boobs when he was horny? Yeah, it's reality now, his hands slipping back around to the front, thumbs brushing against her nipples as his fingers and palms knead and squeeze against her curves. Reality? Definitely leagues better than dreams. ]
You don't seem to mind this side of me.
[ Especially since her hand is literally between his legs right now, doing a spectacular job of riling up him up. He doesn't need to say anything when she can feel the heat and hardness underneath the fabric of his pants and the reflexive shift of his hips as he tries (and fails) not to grind into her open palm. ]
Besides, didn't you say you enjoyed dirty talk? [ Enjoyed might be an overstatement but he's running with it now. ] It wouldn't be very polite of me to leave you wanting now would it, especially after your...enthusiatic greeting.
[ He shifts aginst her mouth, tilting his head so his lips are right by her ear, voice dropping low. ]
So then, Ishmael, how do you want me? On my knees with my mouth between your legs? Or maybe you'd rather be the one pinned to the door while I fuck you the way I've been wanting to for the past several weeks.
[ Thanks, very horny side effect. She better not think he's just a gentleman after this. ]
and just like that, she's instantly proven wrong. ishmael had to pull her mouth away from his when his hands made contact with her naked, freckled breasts, shuddering and squirming in place as he palms at them with a cool touch. dirty talk aside, he definitely remembered how she candidly hoped that he'd use his cryo vision in a different way all those months ago, didn't he? her and her big mouth...
speaking of her big mouth, she covers it with the back of her free hand to muffle her moans, too flustered to look at him in the eye and instead focuses her gaze on the little space between their legs where she continues to rub him through the fabric. thrilled that he's getting more excited, she boldly unzips his pants with deft fingers and slides her hands in to wrap around his cock, helping him reach full hardness with a couple more strokes.
she doesn't answer him at first, his low, silky voice and warm breath on her ear already enough to make her knees buckle. maybe she should tease him more often if it gets him to talk like this. she'll file that away for future reference, along with the fact that he's been wanting to rail her for weeks, apparently? wow. ]
If... you weren't avoiding me back then, I could've...
[ she would've visited him anytime he wanted, no matter the reason. but it's too late for that now. she momentarily lets go of wriothesley's cock to work on her own pants, letting them unceremoniously fall onto the floor along with her cotton-white panties. ]
If you don't pin me, my legs might actually give... [ and she'd gladly suck him off if he wants, but they got no time for that rn :/ instead, she takes one of his hands from her breast and shoves it between her own legs. feel how wet she's becoming down there? ] Work me open first. You can do whatever you want with me.
[ sorry for being demanding, but he's not the only one who's been wanting this for weeks too, you know. ]
can i write this tag in the next 20 min at the airport on mobile, stay tuned
[ Hindsight is always 20/20, and while he would have maintained that waiting was the right thing to do, right now in the heat of the moment with her fingers working his cock and the stutter of her voice echoing around him, it's really hard (haha, hard) not to curse the restraint of his past self. He feels too hot under his skin despite the air conditioning in the van, and his breath runs shallow in his chest, quick like his heartbeat.
They'll have plenty of time in the future, at least.
While she moves his hand to between her folds, he takes the time to dip his head down, mirroring her movements from before to press heated kisses against her jaw and neck, tongue dragging across her skin before biting down lightly.
The hand at her breasts slow as he focuses his attention on her demand. With how wet she is, it's easy to slip one finger in and then a second, casually sinking both in all the way before pulling out to add a third. ]
Whatever I want, huh? Don't you think that's a little dangerous?
[ Murmured softly against her skin. His hand keeps moving all the while, fingers curling and pressing against her inner walls before spreading to stretch her out. ]
Luckily [ unluckily?? ] for you, I don't think we have enough time for everything I want today.
[ his warm mouth contrasts wonderfully with the cold air in the van, enough to get a squeak out of her upon leaving a mark on her neck. later she will complain about having to cover it up with makeup in public (or even worse, more clothes), but right now she is over the moon to have something to remember this moment by, while they're simply too impatient to wait until they get back to tokyo.
she has half a mind to retort, but with his hands all over her, it's not easy to get a coherent word in the middle of all the soft moans she's making, his calloused fingertips easily finding the most sensitive spots hidden in her depths. she concentrates on stroking him out with her equally rough palm, the flush underneath her dotted cheeks growing hotter the more he becomes rock-hard, but she almost gives up on her efforts, closing her eyes and letting her body sway so slightly as she grinds into his hand.
it really is unlucky for her that they simply don't have the time in their hands. so for both their sakes (and ours), she lets herself speak. ]
I-In that case...
[ wings, she can never get over how her voice sounds every time. there's no way she can look at him in the eye at this moment. even back then, she just let toji do whatever he wanted with her while she'd followed his whims.
but now it's different. now she more or less knows what she wants, and that is: ]
I... want you to fuck me right here. Like you haven't seen me in weeks.
[ That'd always been the plan, unspoken as it was, but there's something different about hearing it said outright now that sends a sear of heat straight to his dick, a bloom of unrestrained desire clouding up his mind. Amazing how turned on he is right now despite how little time has passed. It's not like he'd been planning on taking his sweet time when they don't even have half an hour to spare, but the breathy sound of her voice really cinches his decision to move to the main event right now.
He takes a shuddering breath where he is, face still pressed into the crook of her neck, before finally pulling away. His hand works into her one last time before also withdrawing, fingers slick and wet. ]
How convenient that we both want the same thing.
[ The second of half of his statement gets lost in the noise of shifting fabric and bodies, Wriothesley taking three seconds to shove both underwear and pants down past his hips, shaking one leg free, before grabbing Ishmael by the waist and lifting her up. Then it's just a matter of pivoting until he's the one pressing her into the door, keeping her locked in place with both his body and his hands.
One hand slides down past her hip and thigh, fingers hooking around the back of her knee to help pull her leg around his waist. The other works to position the tip of his cock against her. Any other time he'd marvel over getting the chance to run his hands all over her skin and trace the criss-cross of hard-won scars that litter her body but not right now, when the thought of fucking into her again and again is the only thought in his mind.
And yet he manages to hold himself back for another handful of seconds so he can lean forward and whisper, his lips brushing across the curve of her ear: ]
No takebacks now.
[ Which is all the warning she gets before he's thrusting into her, relentless in his attentions. ]
[ up until now, she'd always thought that wriothesley is unflappable: cool and collected like his element, impenetrable like the fortress he'd spent half his life in. but this supposed gentleman is now the one pinning her against the door, his warning barely registering in her mind as he pushes into her in one go, dragging out a barely restrained moan from her.
the van is soon filled with soft gasps and quiet hisses from both parties, with ishmael trying so, so hard to keep it down with every thrust he makes. with the room so dim save for the moonlight shafting in from the small window from the other side of this cramped room, ishmael swears she could hear something else aside from their respective breathing, like the rattling of the door behind her as she takes him over and over, and the gaggle of other people walking past their van to get to wherever they need to be. just the thought of being potentially discovered by anyone who might feel like dropping by their car at any moment gets her blood pumping, her eyes wild as she finally takes a better look at her boyfriend.
she still can't believe that everything about this is real - that she can simply grab him by the back of his head and pull him in for another open-mouthed kiss, muffling her own moans with his lips and tongue, while her other hand leaves scratches down his back as she hangs on to him for deer life. it's a good thing she can maintain this position with one foot thanks to poledancing classes, but she's already feeling herself veer towards the edge as her updo begins to unravel with every rough movement and her her walls start to clamp down hard around his cock. ]
Wriothesley, please... [ she murmurs against his lips. ] Please, I can't-- I'm so close...
[ they'll have more chances to take it nice and slow next time, trust ]
it's tempting, to push him against the door again like back then. that was very fun, something she won't ever forget in a long time. but with the night still relatively young, she figured that she'd like to take it slow this time. he's not the only one feeling sentimental on this special day, so she's rather appreciative that he chooses to spend the rest of it with her tonight. ]
Maybe.
[ she softly teases, her back still turned on him as she brings her hands to fiddle with the low collar of her yukata. from here, he could probably see that she isn't wearing a bra at all, her freckled cleavage just waiting to be exposed. ]
I'd ask you the same thing, but... It actually looks better on you than on the floor. [ she then turns around, barely containing her laughter. ] ...Sorry. I just remembered that line you said months ago. How'd I do?
Ishmael's doing her best and honestly it's enough. More than enough. She holds in her laughter and he lets his out, a rumble that starts in his chest and eventually spills past his lips. ]
Then I better keep it on just for you, huh?
[ That's fine. He's way more interested in fiddling with the fabric of her yukata anyway, his hands dipping down to start working at the knot of the obi sash around her waist. It's not particularly complicated and if he really put his mind to it he could probably undo it in a minute or so, but unfortunately he's distracted by the sight of her cleavage and the clean line of her neck, now exposed with her hair all done up. His fingers slow as his head dips down to start kissing along her jaw and down her throat, and then give up entirely as he forgoes the obi entirely and lets his palms slide up her waist and towards her breasts.
Sorry. They might both have to keep on their outfits tonight. ]
[ she did want to help him out of his yukata eventually, but not right now . she'd like to unwrap him slowly, like the presents he'd been sending her to make up for that one mishap. wriothesley then beats her to it and she squirms in his touch, slightly craning her head to one side to give him more more access to her neck. it's one thing thing to be desired, but quite another to feel so relentlessly desired by the one guy she never knew she wanted all along....
she has to show him her appreciation somehow, in a way that cannot be simply conveyed with words alone. so as much as it pains her, she places her hand over the one that's groping her boob, silently telling him to stop for a moment before leading him towards her slightly disheveled bed and urging him to sit so that she can straddle his lap and gently push him down on the mattress. they are NOT fucking while standing up again, okay :/ ]
Tonight's a special occasion, you know.
[ something something about a certain couple. she looms over him, her hair falling down around them like a veil. she shifts her hands so that they're both positioned at the sides of his head, causing one of her sleeves to slide off and reveal a bare shoulder and a tit. ]
You'll let me lead this time, won't you?
[ surprise, this is her one favor all along. pleaseeeeee let her top this one time, she'll be good ]
[ can't believe she doesn't want the leg workout from standing up and also straddling him at the same time? :/ just kidding
He doesn't mind giving and is more than used to it, so it's a nice surprise when Ishmael turns things around on him, the forceful push of her hand against him and the sudden weight of her on his lap more than enough to increase the already quick beat of his heart—and the affection in his chest that isn't rooted entirely in desire.
He wraps his hand around hers for a brief moment, fingers squeezing hers, and then he's falling back onto the sheets as her shadow covers him, her hair a waterfall obscuring him from view. It would be a lie to say he isn't interested in her offer, cock starting to stir in the confines of his underwear, and though he's used to playing coy in his own way in the bedroom, his interest in her taking the lead and the opportunity to watch her move on top of him is more than genuine. ]
I can hardly say no to such a generous offer, now can I?
[ His hands reach for her legs, fingertips trailing up the back of her calves and pushing the fabric of her yukata up more and more. ]
Sure. Show me what you can do. Make me lose myself in you.
[ she blinks, her heart skipping a bit at those words. many years ago, she was lamenting at her own inability to leave an impression on others, only to fast-forward to the present where she now has someone who wants to be let into her world. the thing is, she's hardly romantic compared to him. she has no idea where to begin with making him lose his mind over her. but she may as well damn try while pretending that she knows what she's doing.
so she begins with leaning her head down to kiss him gently with tongue, licking away the one strand of drool that connects their lips together when she pulls away, her hand coming up to caress his cheek like he usually does with hers. she's slowly coming to terms that appreciating beauty isn't all that bad, but -- ]
You know, [ she leans down again, this time to kiss the scar under his right eye. ] has anyone ever told you how easy you are on the eyes?
[ he's got to know, right? he is rather popular, after all. but if not, she'll just tell him through actions as she moves further down to plant more kisses on his neck, lave her tongue alongside one of the scars that go further down his throat before biting and sucking the skin between the marred flesh on his collarbone. ]
You're so cute sometimes, Wriothesley. [ she hums against his skin, her voice low with lust as hand reaches down his yukata to massage his growing hardness between his legs. ] I've always wanted to see you fall apart.
[ Has anyone ever told him that he's good-looking? Probably about as much as Ishmael has, with her striking hair and smattering of freckles. He'd basked in the compliments when he was younger and then slowly tuned them out the more the years passed, but now the words are crawling underneath his skin again and going straight to his head.
The press of her hand against him, on the other hand, is going straight to his baser urges, the teasing motions easily coaxing his cock into full hardness underneath the thin fabric of his underwear. ]
Is it that exciting of a prospect?
[ He sounds calm still, but there's a certain breathiness entering into his voice the longer she stays atop him and the more her lips and teeth tease at his skin. Being pinned down by her weight means he has less range of motion than he'd like, but that doesn't stop him from tracing circles into the back of her thighs with his fingers or grinding his hips more into her hand. ]
I'll try not to let you down. [ Though she's already well on her way to tugging him loose. ] Any other requests I should keep in mind?
[ He's basically putty in her hands right now. Might as well take advantage of that. ]
losing it at the whiplash between our recent threads
[ of course it's exciting?? wriothesley has always been so cool, calm and collected no matter the situation, so being able to see him slowly lose his mind but will always fascinate her. right now she's distracted with his body as she shrugs off the sleeves of his yukata to have more access to his chest, her mouth busy with leaving more marks across his collarbone and kissing her way further down his abdomen. be grateful that she's made it so that the hickies will be hidden underneath his clothes.
as to other requests, let her think about it as she sucks on a nipple, leaving a lovebite around there too. sorry not sorry. ]
Well, you could afford to moan a little louder for me. I don't think anyone's around to hear tonight. [ she herself moves further down until she positions herself between his legs. ] Or you could just fuck me ragged until my hair comes apart again. Up to you.
[ maybe that's why he wished she has her hair up more often.......
anyway, enough teasing. she can already feel how pent up he is from tracing the outline of his cock alone, so she'll push up the hem of his yukata and free him from the confines of his underwear, wrapping her roughened hands around his length and giving it a few good strokes. ]
But I guess in the end, [ she leans down to kiss his wet tip, dragging her tongue down the shaft and back up again while keeping her half-lidded gaze on him ] I still want you to keep your eyes on me.
[ and that's the last thing she says before she wraps her lips around the tip and lowers her mouth on him, carefully taking his cock while softly moaning around him until he almost hits the back of her throat because she's had.... practice......... please clap ]
[ She doesn't have to tell him to keep his eyes on her when his gaze always drifts towards her naturally. When they're alone, when they're part of a crowd, when she's on the opposite side of a room minding her own business.
His eyes are fixed on her now and the wealth of red hair that's still in its updo, silently wishing that yeah, he really would like to fuck it until it's hanging loose past her shoulders again. Maybe in a bit, after she's sucked him off. Not like they have anywhere else to be for the rest of the night. ]
Why not both? We've got time.
[ And he's got the stamina.
Though her first wish is far more likely to come true sooner, the heat of her mouth enveloping him and sinking down towards its base enough to prompt the first of (probably) many moans for the night. He's gotten used to taking the more proactive role in bed, but he can't deny how good it feels now to have attention lavished on him. His hips shift again against her, wanting to be deeper inside, and one hand pulls away from the sheets to tangle fingers in her hair, keeping her in place. ]
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[ wow, how considerate of him. although, that was what he was intending to do right from the beginning, right? dammit, she really got played. but it's not like she's got room to complain when she readily agreed to his whims and let him lick at her fingers. she's not stupid. she knows what he wants to do to her, and that involves sitting up with a groan and letting her legs dangle off the edge of the bed in front of him. ]
You're really making me sit up for this, aren't you...
[ just going to grab some pillows and put them behind her so that she can lean back on them. she was wearing her usual loungewear, a baggy white shirt and red sweatpants, and she shifts in place as she pulls down the latter to reveal pale, freckled legs, also crisscrossed with faded scars.
as for her panties, they're plain and cotton, with a noticeable damp spot in the middle. fine, fine, he's got her, okay. not wanting to appear like a total virgin on her first time in quite a while, she boldly reaches for toji's hands and places them on her thighs. ]
You do the honors.
thanks for being filthy with me
There's some dim moonlight peeking through the curtain to their only window, so he can definitely see her undress and with his keen eyesight.. well. He can both see and smell the fact that she's wet. That's probably the reason his shit eating grin as remained. ]
Don't sound too excited, shit. Here--
[ Although one of his hands remains on her thigh, the other lifts to catch her under her chin and tug her close to him. Before she knows it, he's kissing her; here on the mouth. His other hand works, caressing along her thigh, the inside of her thigh, the warmth from his fingers teasing along her outside of her panties. Maybe he should have asked, but he figured stuff like this is usually part of oral sex, right? ]
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but ishmael is serious when she said that there are worse people than him where she's from. the city's full of psychopaths, doing all they can just to survive in a world that never runs out of ways to dispose of the weak. all they can do is shut out any form of emotional connections in order not to be swayed when their peers happen to die the next day. if anything, ishmael might be worse than him in this regard, because she just leaped at the first person who's shown physical interest in her despite not having any strong feelings for him one way or another. he's made her realize that maybe she does need to get off after years of not being able to.
so she kisses him back with much fervor, softly moaning into his mouth as she licks at his lips to demand entry. more heat radiates from between her legs the more he rubs her there, but it just isn't enough. she takes his wrist to keep him in place as she ruts needily against his hand, the fabric keeping them apart growing wetter with every stroke. ]
Just... take it off already... [ she's tired! don't make her do all the work when she can barely move her legs, damn. ]
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His wrist curls, cupping her pussy and pressing the heel of his palm over the peak of her folds, right over her clit as he ruts against him. He breaks off their messy kiss to dip down and murmur hotly against her ear. ]
Think of nothing else but me. Loosen up. Not of things going on here or where you came from. Just have fun.
[ Toji slips-- not two-- but three fingers past the rim of her panties, touching and stroking her properly without anything in the way now. He presses his forefinger and ring finger against her, slipping his middle finger right in with ease from her wetness. It twists, curling upwards for a minute before he adds another digit, fingering her to his second knuckles. ]
Think how nice it'll be when I eat out your cute cunt. Surrender it all to me. ♡
[ The heat of his fingers leaves almost right when it was getting pretty good and he pulls back to run the flat of his tongue along his own digits, giving himself a hint of a taste. The tip of his tongue curls around the corner of his lips as he regards her for a moment before shifting down.. and down.. and down. With utmost care, he does remove her undergarments as instructed before spreading her legs with both of his hands. She may expect him to go right for her folds, but instead, she'll feel the heat of his mouth against the inside of her right thigh, lavishing with proper attention to edge her on. ]
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but at the same time, it's hard to think about anything else at the moment with toji's fingers inside her. she manages to cover her mouth with one hand before letting out a series of breathy moans, her walls tight around his fingers as he gradually works her open. her hips jerk erratically as juices start flowing out with every stroke, feeling herself about to reach her limit--
and then he pulls his hand out, his fingers glistening with her own slick. ishmael lets out a needy whine, glaring daggers at him with a completely flushed face. dammit, it was getting really good too, but she'll shift on the bed to accommodate him, planting her legs onto his broad shoulders right after he slides her panties off. it's been so long since she felt this hot from within her core, her heart beating like nothing else she'd experience in a long, long time, and toji really likes to torment her by dragging this out, doesn't he...?! ]
Toji...
[ she whines again as one hand reaches for his head, tugging slightly at his hair. she appreciates the thigh worship, but she's going to nudge her hips at him anyway. like hello? her pussy is right here, you know. ]
Will you stop... fucking around...? [ pleaaaaaase ]
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I’ll do what I want to do.
[ Maybe she’s unintentionally tapping into his dominant play, but he can’t help but say stuff like this when someone is starting to brat out. Through the dim light that cascades over the room, Ishmael can probably see his eyes look pretty heavy, his large cock fattening up the front of his loungewear trousers. He’s very turned on, and maybe he will start touching himself wants he gets his mouth on her since he assumes this is all they’re doing tonight.
Dipping back down, this time right near her cunt, he glances up at her again with a crooked smile. ]
You can fondle yourself if you want. I wouldn’t mind seeing that.
[ Maybe she has sensitive tits; he doesn’t know, but he thought he would introduce a suggestion. Finally, though, his lips split and his tongue sticks out wide, slowly running the flat of it along her entire arousal, stopping at the top to give her eye contact as he plays with her clit— up and down, up and down. It’s about now that he reaches down with one of his hands to toy with his dick, thumbing along one of the thickest veins and slowly stroking himself. ]
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she catches her breath for a moment, closing her eyes and barely catching his suggestions and -- gotta give credit to the guy, he sure knows what he wants and how to get it. it's also helpful to have someone tell her what to do in this instance when she's gravely out of practice. so she rolls up her shirt to reveal her sizeable breasts, cupping one of them in her hand and flicking her finger at a nipple. it's too much, enough for her hips to buck wildly against his mouth as his tongue dove deep into the raw heat of her cunt.
it's hard to tell if they're still being quiet here, what with all the sounds she's been wanting to keep down and failing every time. it'd be embarrassing if anyone decides to come in at any moment. regardless, she moans and twitches when she rolls a nipple between her fingers, tilting her head down to see how toji's doing and widening her eyes at the sight of him stroking at his own cock. it might be enough to send her over the edge, but she finds herself wanting to prolong this as much as she can for fun. so she swallows, her free hand finding its way back to his head to grip at his hair again as a signal to pause. ]
Wait, wait-- [ she's never heard herself this desperate before. not during sex, at least. ] I'm close. You have to fuck me... Please.
[ she's so drenched from all the stimulation, it's embarrassing. she also couldn't really see how big he is in the shadows, but he can't be that big, right? well, only one way to find out. ]
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He’s enjoying the show when she makes a suggestion and he has to think for a moment. Is it just something she is suggesting in the heat of the moment and will regret it later? He doubts that the case. Ishmael is a new acquaintance (fuckbuddy?) but he already knows she’s a level headed person who seems very certain of her wants and needs. Toji removes himself from her, a trail of saliva and discharge sticking to the round of his chin, right along the sharp angle of his jaw. Say no more, but he straightens his posture and tucks his hands under his lounge wear shirt, pulling it off of his head to reveal his immaculate body, perfected into sculpture by years and years of training out of spite. Most of the muscle is along his broad shoulders, arms and chest, but there’s enough build along his abdomen to appreciate too.
Toji crawls to his feet and strips out of his pants and undergarments in one go, stiff cock practically springing out when it has the chance. He’s above average size, but not overly so, with an evident curve to its shape. He’s uncut, but his head is completely out right now. He just really likes eating out women, okay.
He climbs on the bed, helping his partner get positioned with her legs open and around him. As for her hands, he’ll place them over her head with the wrists crossed, large palm pressing down to hold them there if she will allow it.
Well. They are certainly in a position now. ]
Thought you were too tired.
[ Stated with a bit of a playful tone, but he sounds terribly aroused as well. The other hand goes for adjusting his cock against her. ]
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so she peels off her shirt, tossing it to the ground. the moonlight through the window shafts over her body now, her toned abdomen glistening with sweat as her chest rises and falls with every heavy breath she takes. toji looms over her, and she can't help but marvel over his sculpted body, thinking how insanely strong he would be to get that physique, and she would've extended a hand out for his chest only for him to hold her back. fuck.
she should be terrified, especially with his large cock teasing at her entrance. this is the point of no return, after all. yet she locks eyes with him, her body quivering in anticipation, her hands itching to touch him all over. ]
Is that a problem?
[ her legs wrap around him, pulling him closer. her sore muscles continue to scream at her, but she's too delirious to listen at this point. that's future ishmael's problem, in another mirror world. ]
...I want you.
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[ Thank the archons they're on the same page.
He follows after her, heart beating quicker in his chest at that peep of exposed skin, wishing he could tug that shirt up further (or better yet, all the way off). What's that old saying again, if wishes were fishes....? Better to actually take matters into his own hands instead of sitting around and waiting.
At least he doesn't have to wait long, the journey down from the roof and back into their campervan relatively short, and he barely waits until the door clicks shut behind them before he's pulling her towards him for a kiss, hungry and open-mouthed.
Sorry, they only have so much time before everyone disperses around the nightly campfire and he intends to make full use of every minute. ]
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because it feels just like that, doesn't it? the clumsy, hungry way they kiss each other, the way ishmael's one hand grips at the hair at the back of his head, the way she pushes him back until he hits the door behind him so that she can shove her tongue further into her mouth. she's wanted this for a long time, and now that he's within reach...
well, she's going to break off the kiss to huff out a chuckle against his lips. sorry, she should be horny right about now (and she is!!! she's really wanted him on her for a while) but she's just too happy more than anything. ]
You're really dying to do this, aren't you? [ she gives him a seemingly innocent peck on the lips, then planting a series of tiny kisses along his jaw. her other hand travels further down his side and over his thigh to stroke him between his legs. ] I really thought you were gonna hold back. Since you're a gentleman and all.
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Remember when I joked about him thinking about her boobs when he was horny? Yeah, it's reality now, his hands slipping back around to the front, thumbs brushing against her nipples as his fingers and palms knead and squeeze against her curves. Reality? Definitely leagues better than dreams. ]
You don't seem to mind this side of me.
[ Especially since her hand is literally between his legs right now, doing a spectacular job of riling up him up. He doesn't need to say anything when she can feel the heat and hardness underneath the fabric of his pants and the reflexive shift of his hips as he tries (and fails) not to grind into her open palm. ]
Besides, didn't you say you enjoyed dirty talk? [ Enjoyed might be an overstatement but he's running with it now. ] It wouldn't be very polite of me to leave you wanting now would it, especially after your...enthusiatic greeting.
[ He shifts aginst her mouth, tilting his head so his lips are right by her ear, voice dropping low. ]
So then, Ishmael, how do you want me? On my knees with my mouth between your legs? Or maybe you'd rather be the one pinned to the door while I fuck you the way I've been wanting to for the past several weeks.
[ Thanks, very horny side effect. She better not think he's just a gentleman after this. ]
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and just like that, she's instantly proven wrong. ishmael had to pull her mouth away from his when his hands made contact with her naked, freckled breasts, shuddering and squirming in place as he palms at them with a cool touch. dirty talk aside, he definitely remembered how she candidly hoped that he'd use his cryo vision in a different way all those months ago, didn't he? her and her big mouth...
speaking of her big mouth, she covers it with the back of her free hand to muffle her moans, too flustered to look at him in the eye and instead focuses her gaze on the little space between their legs where she continues to rub him through the fabric. thrilled that he's getting more excited, she boldly unzips his pants with deft fingers and slides her hands in to wrap around his cock, helping him reach full hardness with a couple more strokes.
she doesn't answer him at first, his low, silky voice and warm breath on her ear already enough to make her knees buckle. maybe she should tease him more often if it gets him to talk like this. she'll file that away for future reference, along with the fact that he's been wanting to rail her for weeks, apparently? wow. ]
If... you weren't avoiding me back then, I could've...
[ she would've visited him anytime he wanted, no matter the reason. but it's too late for that now. she momentarily lets go of wriothesley's cock to work on her own pants, letting them unceremoniously fall onto the floor along with her cotton-white panties. ]
If you don't pin me, my legs might actually give... [ and she'd gladly suck him off if he wants, but they got no time for that rn :/ instead, she takes one of his hands from her breast and shoves it between her own legs. feel how wet she's becoming down there? ] Work me open first. You can do whatever you want with me.
[ sorry for being demanding, but he's not the only one who's been wanting this for weeks too, you know. ]
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They'll have plenty of time in the future, at least.
While she moves his hand to between her folds, he takes the time to dip his head down, mirroring her movements from before to press heated kisses against her jaw and neck, tongue dragging across her skin before biting down lightly.
The hand at her breasts slow as he focuses his attention on her demand. With how wet she is, it's easy to slip one finger in and then a second, casually sinking both in all the way before pulling out to add a third. ]
Whatever I want, huh? Don't you think that's a little dangerous?
[ Murmured softly against her skin. His hand keeps moving all the while, fingers curling and pressing against her inner walls before spreading to stretch her out. ]
Luckily [ unluckily?? ] for you, I don't think we have enough time for everything I want today.
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she has half a mind to retort, but with his hands all over her, it's not easy to get a coherent word in the middle of all the soft moans she's making, his calloused fingertips easily finding the most sensitive spots hidden in her depths. she concentrates on stroking him out with her equally rough palm, the flush underneath her dotted cheeks growing hotter the more he becomes rock-hard, but she almost gives up on her efforts, closing her eyes and letting her body sway so slightly as she grinds into his hand.
it really is unlucky for her that they simply don't have the time in their hands. so for both their sakes (and ours), she lets herself speak. ]
I-In that case...
[ wings, she can never get over how her voice sounds every time. there's no way she can look at him in the eye at this moment. even back then, she just let toji do whatever he wanted with her while she'd followed his whims.
but now it's different. now she more or less knows what she wants, and that is: ]
I... want you to fuck me right here. Like you haven't seen me in weeks.
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He takes a shuddering breath where he is, face still pressed into the crook of her neck, before finally pulling away. His hand works into her one last time before also withdrawing, fingers slick and wet. ]
How convenient that we both want the same thing.
[ The second of half of his statement gets lost in the noise of shifting fabric and bodies, Wriothesley taking three seconds to shove both underwear and pants down past his hips, shaking one leg free, before grabbing Ishmael by the waist and lifting her up. Then it's just a matter of pivoting until he's the one pressing her into the door, keeping her locked in place with both his body and his hands.
One hand slides down past her hip and thigh, fingers hooking around the back of her knee to help pull her leg around his waist. The other works to position the tip of his cock against her. Any other time he'd marvel over getting the chance to run his hands all over her skin and trace the criss-cross of hard-won scars that litter her body but not right now, when the thought of fucking into her again and again is the only thought in his mind.
And yet he manages to hold himself back for another handful of seconds so he can lean forward and whisper, his lips brushing across the curve of her ear: ]
No takebacks now.
[ Which is all the warning she gets before he's thrusting into her, relentless in his attentions. ]
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the van is soon filled with soft gasps and quiet hisses from both parties, with ishmael trying so, so hard to keep it down with every thrust he makes. with the room so dim save for the moonlight shafting in from the small window from the other side of this cramped room, ishmael swears she could hear something else aside from their respective breathing, like the rattling of the door behind her as she takes him over and over, and the gaggle of other people walking past their van to get to wherever they need to be. just the thought of being potentially discovered by anyone who might feel like dropping by their car at any moment gets her blood pumping, her eyes wild as she finally takes a better look at her boyfriend.
she still can't believe that everything about this is real - that she can simply grab him by the back of his head and pull him in for another open-mouthed kiss, muffling her own moans with his lips and tongue, while her other hand leaves scratches down his back as she hangs on to him for deer life. it's a good thing she can maintain this position with one foot thanks to poledancing classes, but she's already feeling herself veer towards the edge as her updo begins to unravel with every rough movement and her her walls start to clamp down hard around his cock. ]
Wriothesley, please... [ she murmurs against his lips. ] Please, I can't-- I'm so close...
[ they'll have more chances to take it nice and slow next time, trust ]
finally drags my corpse back in here a week later
we really are so back
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yukata bang @ tanabata
it's tempting, to push him against the door again like back then. that was very fun, something she won't ever forget in a long time. but with the night still relatively young, she figured that she'd like to take it slow this time. he's not the only one feeling sentimental on this special day, so she's rather appreciative that he chooses to spend the rest of it with her tonight. ]
Maybe.
[ she softly teases, her back still turned on him as she brings her hands to fiddle with the low collar of her yukata. from here, he could probably see that she isn't wearing a bra at all, her freckled cleavage just waiting to be exposed. ]
I'd ask you the same thing, but... It actually looks better on you than on the floor. [ she then turns around, barely containing her laughter. ] ...Sorry. I just remembered that line you said months ago. How'd I do?
[ crying ]
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Ishmael's doing her best and honestly it's enough. More than enough. She holds in her laughter and he lets his out, a rumble that starts in his chest and eventually spills past his lips. ]
Then I better keep it on just for you, huh?
[ That's fine. He's way more interested in fiddling with the fabric of her yukata anyway, his hands dipping down to start working at the knot of the obi sash around her waist. It's not particularly complicated and if he really put his mind to it he could probably undo it in a minute or so, but unfortunately he's distracted by the sight of her cleavage and the clean line of her neck, now exposed with her hair all done up. His fingers slow as his head dips down to start kissing along her jaw and down her throat, and then give up entirely as he forgoes the obi entirely and lets his palms slide up her waist and towards her breasts.
Sorry. They might both have to keep on their outfits tonight. ]
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she has to show him her appreciation somehow, in a way that cannot be simply conveyed with words alone. so as much as it pains her, she places her hand over the one that's groping her boob, silently telling him to stop for a moment before leading him towards her slightly disheveled bed and urging him to sit so that she can straddle his lap and gently push him down on the mattress. they are NOT fucking while standing up again, okay :/ ]
Tonight's a special occasion, you know.
[ something something about a certain couple. she looms over him, her hair falling down around them like a veil. she shifts her hands so that they're both positioned at the sides of his head, causing one of her sleeves to slide off and reveal a bare shoulder and a tit. ]
You'll let me lead this time, won't you?
[ surprise, this is her one favor all along. pleaseeeeee let her top this one time, she'll be good ]
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He doesn't mind giving and is more than used to it, so it's a nice surprise when Ishmael turns things around on him, the forceful push of her hand against him and the sudden weight of her on his lap more than enough to increase the already quick beat of his heart—and the affection in his chest that isn't rooted entirely in desire.
He wraps his hand around hers for a brief moment, fingers squeezing hers, and then he's falling back onto the sheets as her shadow covers him, her hair a waterfall obscuring him from view. It would be a lie to say he isn't interested in her offer, cock starting to stir in the confines of his underwear, and though he's used to playing coy in his own way in the bedroom, his interest in her taking the lead and the opportunity to watch her move on top of him is more than genuine. ]
I can hardly say no to such a generous offer, now can I?
[ His hands reach for her legs, fingertips trailing up the back of her calves and pushing the fabric of her yukata up more and more. ]
Sure. Show me what you can do. Make me lose myself in you.
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so she begins with leaning her head down to kiss him gently with tongue, licking away the one strand of drool that connects their lips together when she pulls away, her hand coming up to caress his cheek like he usually does with hers. she's slowly coming to terms that appreciating beauty isn't all that bad, but -- ]
You know, [ she leans down again, this time to kiss the scar under his right eye. ] has anyone ever told you how easy you are on the eyes?
[ he's got to know, right? he is rather popular, after all. but if not, she'll just tell him through actions as she moves further down to plant more kisses on his neck, lave her tongue alongside one of the scars that go further down his throat before biting and sucking the skin between the marred flesh on his collarbone. ]
You're so cute sometimes, Wriothesley. [ she hums against his skin, her voice low with lust as hand reaches down his yukata to massage his growing hardness between his legs. ] I've always wanted to see you fall apart.
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The press of her hand against him, on the other hand, is going straight to his baser urges, the teasing motions easily coaxing his cock into full hardness underneath the thin fabric of his underwear. ]
Is it that exciting of a prospect?
[ He sounds calm still, but there's a certain breathiness entering into his voice the longer she stays atop him and the more her lips and teeth tease at his skin. Being pinned down by her weight means he has less range of motion than he'd like, but that doesn't stop him from tracing circles into the back of her thighs with his fingers or grinding his hips more into her hand. ]
I'll try not to let you down. [ Though she's already well on her way to tugging him loose. ] Any other requests I should keep in mind?
[ He's basically putty in her hands right now. Might as well take advantage of that. ]
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as to other requests, let her think about it as she sucks on a nipple, leaving a lovebite around there too. sorry not sorry. ]
Well, you could afford to moan a little louder for me. I don't think anyone's around to hear tonight. [ she herself moves further down until she positions herself between his legs. ] Or you could just fuck me ragged until my hair comes apart again. Up to you.
[ maybe that's why he wished she has her hair up more often.......
anyway, enough teasing. she can already feel how pent up he is from tracing the outline of his cock alone, so she'll push up the hem of his yukata and free him from the confines of his underwear, wrapping her roughened hands around his length and giving it a few good strokes. ]
But I guess in the end, [ she leans down to kiss his wet tip, dragging her tongue down the shaft and back up again while keeping her half-lidded gaze on him ] I still want you to keep your eyes on me.
[ and that's the last thing she says before she wraps her lips around the tip and lowers her mouth on him, carefully taking his cock while softly moaning around him until he almost hits the back of her throat because she's had.... practice......... please clap ]
we did this to ourselves
His eyes are fixed on her now and the wealth of red hair that's still in its updo, silently wishing that yeah, he really would like to fuck it until it's hanging loose past her shoulders again. Maybe in a bit, after she's sucked him off. Not like they have anywhere else to be for the rest of the night. ]
Why not both? We've got time.
[ And he's got the stamina.
Though her first wish is far more likely to come true sooner, the heat of her mouth enveloping him and sinking down towards its base enough to prompt the first of (probably) many moans for the night. He's gotten used to taking the more proactive role in bed, but he can't deny how good it feels now to have attention lavished on him. His hips shift again against her, wanting to be deeper inside, and one hand pulls away from the sheets to tangle fingers in her hair, keeping her in place. ]
Just like that....
[ You're doing great, sweetie, keep going. 🥺 ]
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