[ It takes her a couple of seconds to realize what he's doing. She makes a mental note not to activate her aura unless it's absolutely necessary so it stays as long as possible, but the thought fades quickly. Her ears are flicking back and forth as he makes that mark, and as it finally starts to hurt a little, he'll be able to feel her nails digging into the skin on his shoulders as she clings to him. It's not a pained or stressed clinging though, it's almost as if she doesn't want him to stop. But he does have to move on eventually, and her grip loosens once he does but only for a few seconds. His hands are busy with her, teasing her in ways that make her let out little gasps for air. As his knuckles trace up her body, she lifts her hips to press against his hands.
She's not sure if that seems desperate or enthusiastic, and she finds she doesn't care. She wants him. She wants Chihiro to touch her, to hold her, to mark her up, to claim her. She wants him to take her, but since they both probably agree this isn't the time nor place, she'll not insist on that. Rather than 'letting' him, Emerald's more worried that she's moving too fast for him. It took a year of knowing her for Akashi to even look at her as more than his weird neighbor friend, she's still amazed that Chihiro wants her.
Emerald lifts her hips again, more deliberately this time, to help him remove her pants, then sits her bare ass down on the sink. He may notice that her knees aren't perfect like women in the magazines- they're scuffed up, and she's got some obvious little tiny scars and imperfections. But it looks like she's been taking good care of herself despite her past, so she's got a healthy glow to her skin now, and a very, very nice ass to sit on- muscular, but round and shapely. She bites her lip for a moment as she considers what to do so that he can get the most out of his first look. It's obvious that she's a little flustered, but thinking, and after a few seconds she ends up lifting her legs up so her heels are up on the edge of the sink, hands further back near the faucet now so she doesn't fall, but can spread herself so he can really see exactly what he's got before him. ]
This sink needs to warm up.
[ She says it breathlessly, a little amused. It's cold without her pants on. ]
[ When Mayuzumi woke up this morning, he didn't imagine he'd get to see this view of Emerald anytime soon outside of his fantasies; the reality is far beyond what his imagination could ever produce. His face and the atmosphere around them heats up even more as his gaze follows the line of her body down to her spread legs and what lies between them, humidity rising until a faint haze of steam condenses into visibility as if they've left a hot shower running.
If there's anything about her that could be considered imperfect, he doesn't see it at all. Everything about her down to the roughness of her knees is flawless because it's part of her; as flushed as his face is, he doesn't direct his gaze away from what she's offering up for him to see. He doesn't say it, but it's obvious from the look on his face how spellbound by her he is, even kind of awed.
He only wants to be closer, to see more, to touch more...to taste more. He descends to his own knees more like he's in front of an altar than a sink; his hands coax her to lower her heels from the edge so she can instead drape her thighs over his shoulders, the sensation and weight of her legs immensely satisfying as well as how they narrow his view so she takes up even more of it. Everything else in the room or the rest of the world for that matter is utterly irrelevant to him right now. ]
I can't do anything about that, but I'll try heating you up.
[ He kisses the side of her knee right after saying it, open-mouthed, lapping at her skin in a focused way that makes it seem like he's utterly serious rather than just teasing her. He wonders if he looks completely shameless kissing and nibbling his way up her legs like this, but immediately discards the thought because he realizes he doesn't care; he's already volunteered to bury his face between her thighs, so shouldn't she get to see just how much he genuinely wants to do it?
He's even murmuring wordless praise against her as his lips slide up higher, his hands just as appreciative in how they caress and knead her toned legs, admiring the combination of hard and soft beneath his fingers; he's always admired this part of a girl's body, but because it's her he's utterly captivated.
When he reaches the upper edge of her inner thighs, where the heat of his breath is so close to the most sensitive part of her that he'd only need to turn his head for her to feel it there, he directs his gaze straight up at her while his mouth grows harsher on her skin once again; he's leaving another mark on her, laying a claim that this time is somewhere undeniably, scandalously intimate.
An added, dark little thrill of possessiveness and something else he can't pin down so readily courses through him from considering the possibility that Akashi might see this mark too, and know.
He might be willing to share most of the time, but he also isn't above inspiring a bit of jealousy... ]
[ Emerald allows him to guide her heels onto his shoulders instead of the sink. The position was only meant to tantalize with the visual, so she's certainly more than willing to get more comfortable. Feeling his skin beneath her legs, body heat warming her up. She moves her thighs as far up as she can without slipping off of the sink. She has no doubt that he would catch her if she did fall, but she's not going to risk ruining the mood.
It's a damn good mood, after all.
She takes a deep breath as she feels his lips close over her flesh, but inhale shuddered as she bites her lip to try to hold in the sound. She's not sure how loud it would echo if she did let out a sound, but the feeling of the blood rushing to her leg, the slight pain but ultimately delicious heat of his mouth making her wetter by the second.
More than just the physical sensations, what's really getting to her is the possessiveness of such an act. He wants to make sure that there's proof he was there. This wasn't a dream, this is something other people could see. (Well, Akashi could see.) This is something she could look into the bathroom mirror and see and remember exactly what he did to her. Exactly whose she was.
That stifled moan doesn't quite stifle as much as she thought it would as she lets her neck lean back to let out an open-mouthed moan. ]
[ Mayuzumi shudders as the sound Emerald makes echoes off the tiles; it's amazing to hear, amazing to see her tilt her head back to release it out into the air, and his cock throbs with a sympathetic kind of ache at experiencing it. He hasn't even gotten started yet and he's already drawn such a compelling response out; her bruised skin gets another kiss that's sweeter this time, because he has to thank her for it.
Yet... ]
...I can do better than this...
[ Maybe he shouldn't talk too big of a game when he's never done this before, but determination has to count for something. His hands shift to cradle her thighs with more solid support to help keep her in place, even if his fingers tremble from not just nervousness but pent-up excitement. Both the magical steam in the air around them and being so close to her in such an intimate way make his skin start to sheen with sweat.
If they had more time and were in more comfortable surroundings he'd explore her more thoroughly with his fingers first too, teasing her, spreading her more open for him, but those aren't luxuries they have to work with right now. Instead he shifts forward and drags his tongue over her slit, the contact light and testing at first; but he's more thorough when he repeats the motion, pressing in to slip between her labia and taste her more deeply, brushing against her clit with his tongue in a careful slide. What strikes him more than anything else is just how incredibly hot and slick she feels against his mouth, the sensation sending another powerful jolt of arousal shivering through him and a fresh wave of electric heat into the atmosphere.
Yet his eyes aren't directed at what he's doing, but upwards on her face; he's observing her with a laser focus, not just because he wants to see more of her incredible reactions but so he can gauge what she likes and doesn't like to learn how to please her as best as he can. ]
[ In Emerald's defense, she's only barely but quite rapidly discovering that she really, really enjoys acts of possession directed at her. Some psychoanalyst would probably say it's because no one wanted her for most of her life, so the feeling of being wanted is the thing she craves most to an unhealthy degree. They'd be right. Emerald would just say she likes things rougher and Mayuzumi is really hot. She is also right. It's an intense combination and it's going to get her in trouble one of these days, but right now it's mostly making her crave her boyfriend's mouth.
She can feel her muscles twitch just slightly at the first contact between him and her outermost intimate flesh, but it isn't until his tongue moves deeper and she feels that hot, wet tongue tasting her succulence that she lets out another sound. Reflexively, her knees tense a little, which makes her dig the heels of her feet into Mayuzumi's back. She quickly manages to back off of it though, it's just a sensitive reaction.
It's a fact that she's only had two sexual experiences in her life, one with each of her boyfriends. One occurring right now. Because of this, it's difficult for Emerald not to compare-- but not in a bad way. She really likes what they're both doing, and loves them both. But it's impossible not to think about how she'd expected it to feel based on her experience with Akashi's fingers when the sensations she's experiencing right now are rather different. Akashi's fingers were more skilled certainly, but Mayuzumi's mouth his hot. It's like a warmer heater just invaded her lower body and a wet, pleasure-seeking muscle is going after whatever drives her crazy. They're both good, but she can also definitely see the appeal of using your mouth.
What he might notice besides her slight attempts to stay still, aided by his firm hold, is that the air around her skin starts to tingle with pleasure, as if there were just barely undertones of mint and excitement and pleasure emanating off of her. There quite literally were. ]
[ There's a powerful tension coiling up in Mayuzumi right now, less nervousness and more turned-on excitement. He feels fully wrapped up in Emerald with the rest of the world banished from his mind, immersed in the taste and scent and feel of her, a heated murmur rising up in his throat when her heels dig into him that isn't disapproving; it's like she'd lost a little bit of self-control for a moment because of something he did, her body reacting on its own...and he likes it. He wants to make her feel so good that she can't hold in her sounds or keep still at all, wants her to tilt her hips and offer herself up to his mouth for more the way she had his hand moments ago. He'd really liked that, too; it's deeply thrilling for her to need him enough to be so blatant about showing it.
Because he wants to be someone irreplaceable that she just can't be without for long, for her to have an aching need for him that keeps her up at night when they're apart and that no one else can ever satisfy, not even Akashi. For her to feel the same way about him that he does about her.
He follows both where her responses lead him and his own experimental whims; he laps at her clit with barely-there little flicks, circles and swirls around it, rubs against it with the flat of his tongue. He kisses her deeply and intimately, the way he would her mouth. He might not be the most skilled since this is his first time doing it, but he's being attentive and trying to learn what she likes best so he can do an even better job next time.
He's definitely going to want to do this to her again, that much he's positive about... ]
[ Emerald doesn't really know exactly what to ask for from him either. This is her first time receiving this sort of treatment, so it's her first time knowing what it feels like to have a mouth on her down there. It's hot, and delicious. It may not be perfect, but how much effort he's putting into her is. The way his tongue teases her clitoris, the way he alternates between that and real touches, it's like he's pulling her very soul out of her body because every part of her wants to feel as good as where his lips are right now. And yet, she's got the sensation like it's not quite enough. It's almost like it's driving her to a point of wanting more and more even as he gives and gives. With every little surprise, her voice hitches or another little sound comes out. It's hard to stay still on the sink, and she finds herself wishing that even if it's the bathroom, they were on the floor. As much as she's nervous to slip, it's equally as impossible for her to stay still. It's a damn good thing she trusts Mayuzumi because she can't really help the way that she finds herself digging her heels in again, this time for leverage to lift her hips against his mouth. ]
Can you--
[ God, it's kind of embarrassing to even ask it, especially when the way her voice sounds breathy and almost pleading catches her off guard. She sounded so much more confident in her head. Her face flushes with embarrassment along with the heat now and she smiles a little sheepishly at him for a second before closing her eyes again and just giving into what she wanted to ask. ]
Put your fingers in? I want you inside, too.
[ His mouth is amazing, and it's embarrassing but it just makes her want more and more of him. She can't exactly ask for more than that though. ]
[ Everything Emerald does is mesmerizing; Mayuzumi's attention is so focused on how she's responding to him that it's almost as if there's a magical compulsion at work. But it's all just her sighs and her face and the movement of her hips that have completely ensnared him; it's how sexy she is, how beautiful, how cute, the incredible power of this kind of deep physical intimacy, and also an allure well beyond just tactile and aesthetic appreciation that's based purely on how he feels about her. He's sure he's never been this turned on in his life, and it seems to have somehow seared away his nervousness and his embarrassment for the moment.
It's pretty inevitable that he thinks of something different when she says she wants him inside of her so breathlessly, even though her meaning is more than clear. His arousal throbs to hear it anyway, and he seriously wishes now was the time when he could use more than just his mouth and fingers to satisfy her.
He lifts his mouth away from her body long enough to answer, his voice gone rough from desire. ]
...Yeah. I'll do anything you want, so you can just say it.
[ And he means it; if she'd wanted him to go all the way right now and asked for that, he truly would and not even Akashi walking in on them would make him hold back from doing it.
But she didn't, so it isn't the time for him to give her everything of him; he complies with what she asked for and what he can do right now. One of his hands leaves her thigh, expecting that his other hand and his shoulders should provide enough balancing support to keep her in place when she's also bracing against him with her heels.
His fingers trace up between her legs until he finds her entrance; it's when he begins to slide one of his fingers inside of her that he presses his mouth to her clit again. He's being careful at first before he adds a second, even if she seems to be really turned on just based on how she feels. The last thing he wants to do is ruin how good the mood is right now by being too overeager and rough and making her uncomfortable when he's totally new at this; he'll trust her to tell him if it's not enough or too much.
And god, even if it's just around his fingers she feels absolutely incredible, a wet, tight heat that's going to absolutely take his fantasies about doing it with her to a whole new level after this. ]
[ Hearing words like that is the opposite of what Emerald's used to. For the most part, it's her being the one to offer herself up to someone else. Hearing such things directed at her in a tone of Mayuzumi's voice that she has to say is the most attractive thing she's ever heard is a new experience. She can really see why people like it when she's willing to dedicate herself to them, though she also finds herself hoping that she's the only one the silver-haired boy between her thighs ever says that to. It sends electric frissons up and down her body just to hear it, and she wishes she had something else to say. She does want to have sex with him- just not in the bathroom, on a quest to hide from the third of their horny little trio. So for now, she accepts that he'll use his fingers exactly as she asked, and his mouth exactly as he'd offered and has been. It's certainly nothing to balk at. ]
T-Two, please.
[ She knows he's trying to be gentle, which she appreciates. But she's also overeager and isn't sure if it'll hurt if he does that or feel better or what, but her instincts tell her she wants more so she's asking for it. It isn't as if she has a ton of experience (Akashi has fingered her once besides this) but forethought isn't her strongsuit. And honestly, as she'd later find out, she's completely fine with things being rough.
Emerald fights closing her eyes as she looks down at Mayuzumi, one hand moving to hold onto his hair, pulling a little harder than she intends to. He looks so entranced by her, she can't help but feel like she's the center of the universe right now. ]
[ Mayuzumi doesn't want to stop long enough to answer, because he's completely wound up by hearing Emerald say it; it's definitely sexy as hell to hear her tell him what she wants, and to have her watching him while he's using his mouth on her.
The tug on his hair's a little harsh, but he doesn't actually dislike it at all. While he wouldn't call himself a masochist, he can't say the sting from her pulling his hair, biting him, or marking him feels off-putting; instead it's turning out to be kind of another turn-on. And while he's naturally gotten the sense that he'd prefer to be more in control when the time comes for him to actually have sex, the idea of maybe giving way to her sometimes also appeals to him. After all, he'd say that one of his strong points is being aware of his place, right?
...Which right now is apparently on his knees, with a second finger slipping inside of her the moment she asks for it. Mayuzumi's seen guys go down on girls in porn before, but he couldn't have imagined before now just how exciting it is to actually do it himself with the girl he likes.
If the thrusts of his fingers grows a little erratic and less than gentle due to his eagerness to please her, it can't really be helped; he's still a virgin and seeing and hearing and feeling her responses to his efforts is kind of driving him wild right now and it's really doing a number on his sense of restraint, even if he's trying to align with what her own movements suggests she wants.
And he isn't just looking up to observe her; now he's deliberately making eye contact, his eyes dark with want yet his gaze more focused than it's ever been, even during the most intense games he'd played in his life. He didn't think someone like him could ever be this enthralled with another person, but in this moment it's like his entire existence is completely devoted to pleasing her, because there's no one else on this world or any other that's more important to him than she is...and he wants that feeling to be mutual; even if it's only part of the time that she isn't looking at anyone else but him because there's someone else she carries in her heart alongside him, he's fine with that.
His mouth leaves her just long enough for him to make an abbreviated statement that's both encouraging and rather selfish all at once, because he can't hold back from wanting to say it. ]
[ Emerald meets eyes with him while he's staring at her like that, and she finds herself unable to look away. She'll probably give him some ideas after the fact (like establishing a rhythm maybe, and letting him know that there's a specific spot that feels best, whatever) but she's not sharing right now. It feels good enough, and with him looking at her like that there's no way she can focus on anything else other than looking into his eyes and the tension that's threatening to burst inside of her.
Then he speaks, and she finds the heat rising back into her face instead of just her pelvis. She still can't look away from him, but it's obvious that even as her senses are slowly overwhelmed she can't help but get a little flustered when he says that. Her chin tilts down just slightly, and her eyes flicker away for half a second before they're back on him-- as if she tried but failed to look away. ]
Make me.
[ Despite that it sounds like she's trying to be challenging, her tone is half-bratty and half-pleading so it doesn't quite come across as the bossy, confident tone that she'd wanted it to. It's also incredibly undermined by the fact that only a couple of seconds later, she can feel it coming.
As if the tension has pulled as tight as it can, then rather suddenly she can't stop her hips from snapping forward slightly off of the sink and almost slipping, totally dependent on him to keep her held up as her muscles start contracting. She fights to keep her eyes open to look at him, but only manages to keep them just slitted open so she's looking at him through her lashes. Her voice cracks, letting out a pleasured cry that's a little louder than she would've hoped, the tile of the bathroom causing it to echo just slightly around them. Though she doesn't squirt, there's certainly a rush of liquid being pushed out of her as her insides twitch and she lets go of his hair so she can hold onto his head as if trying to keep herself from falling backward. She can't think straight then, just focusing on breathing and holding onto him as if she isn't certain her soul is still going to be in her body if she lets go. ]
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She's not sure if that seems desperate or enthusiastic, and she finds she doesn't care. She wants him. She wants Chihiro to touch her, to hold her, to mark her up, to claim her. She wants him to take her, but since they both probably agree this isn't the time nor place, she'll not insist on that. Rather than 'letting' him, Emerald's more worried that she's moving too fast for him. It took a year of knowing her for Akashi to even look at her as more than his weird neighbor friend, she's still amazed that Chihiro wants her.
Emerald lifts her hips again, more deliberately this time, to help him remove her pants, then sits her bare ass down on the sink. He may notice that her knees aren't perfect like women in the magazines- they're scuffed up, and she's got some obvious little tiny scars and imperfections. But it looks like she's been taking good care of herself despite her past, so she's got a healthy glow to her skin now, and a very, very nice ass to sit on- muscular, but round and shapely. She bites her lip for a moment as she considers what to do so that he can get the most out of his first look. It's obvious that she's a little flustered, but thinking, and after a few seconds she ends up lifting her legs up so her heels are up on the edge of the sink, hands further back near the faucet now so she doesn't fall, but can spread herself so he can really see exactly what he's got before him. ]
This sink needs to warm up.
[ She says it breathlessly, a little amused. It's cold without her pants on. ]
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If there's anything about her that could be considered imperfect, he doesn't see it at all. Everything about her down to the roughness of her knees is flawless because it's part of her; as flushed as his face is, he doesn't direct his gaze away from what she's offering up for him to see. He doesn't say it, but it's obvious from the look on his face how spellbound by her he is, even kind of awed.
He only wants to be closer, to see more, to touch more...to taste more. He descends to his own knees more like he's in front of an altar than a sink; his hands coax her to lower her heels from the edge so she can instead drape her thighs over his shoulders, the sensation and weight of her legs immensely satisfying as well as how they narrow his view so she takes up even more of it. Everything else in the room or the rest of the world for that matter is utterly irrelevant to him right now. ]
I can't do anything about that, but I'll try heating you up.
[ He kisses the side of her knee right after saying it, open-mouthed, lapping at her skin in a focused way that makes it seem like he's utterly serious rather than just teasing her. He wonders if he looks completely shameless kissing and nibbling his way up her legs like this, but immediately discards the thought because he realizes he doesn't care; he's already volunteered to bury his face between her thighs, so shouldn't she get to see just how much he genuinely wants to do it?
He's even murmuring wordless praise against her as his lips slide up higher, his hands just as appreciative in how they caress and knead her toned legs, admiring the combination of hard and soft beneath his fingers; he's always admired this part of a girl's body, but because it's her he's utterly captivated.
When he reaches the upper edge of her inner thighs, where the heat of his breath is so close to the most sensitive part of her that he'd only need to turn his head for her to feel it there, he directs his gaze straight up at her while his mouth grows harsher on her skin once again; he's leaving another mark on her, laying a claim that this time is somewhere undeniably, scandalously intimate.
An added, dark little thrill of possessiveness and something else he can't pin down so readily courses through him from considering the possibility that Akashi might see this mark too, and know.
He might be willing to share most of the time, but he also isn't above inspiring a bit of jealousy... ]
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It's a damn good mood, after all.
She takes a deep breath as she feels his lips close over her flesh, but inhale shuddered as she bites her lip to try to hold in the sound. She's not sure how loud it would echo if she did let out a sound, but the feeling of the blood rushing to her leg, the slight pain but ultimately delicious heat of his mouth making her wetter by the second.
More than just the physical sensations, what's really getting to her is the possessiveness of such an act. He wants to make sure that there's proof he was there. This wasn't a dream, this is something other people could see. (Well, Akashi could see.) This is something she could look into the bathroom mirror and see and remember exactly what he did to her. Exactly whose she was.
That stifled moan doesn't quite stifle as much as she thought it would as she lets her neck lean back to let out an open-mouthed moan. ]
Definitely hot now...
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Yet... ]
...I can do better than this...
[ Maybe he shouldn't talk too big of a game when he's never done this before, but determination has to count for something. His hands shift to cradle her thighs with more solid support to help keep her in place, even if his fingers tremble from not just nervousness but pent-up excitement. Both the magical steam in the air around them and being so close to her in such an intimate way make his skin start to sheen with sweat.
If they had more time and were in more comfortable surroundings he'd explore her more thoroughly with his fingers first too, teasing her, spreading her more open for him, but those aren't luxuries they have to work with right now. Instead he shifts forward and drags his tongue over her slit, the contact light and testing at first; but he's more thorough when he repeats the motion, pressing in to slip between her labia and taste her more deeply, brushing against her clit with his tongue in a careful slide. What strikes him more than anything else is just how incredibly hot and slick she feels against his mouth, the sensation sending another powerful jolt of arousal shivering through him and a fresh wave of electric heat into the atmosphere.
Yet his eyes aren't directed at what he's doing, but upwards on her face; he's observing her with a laser focus, not just because he wants to see more of her incredible reactions but so he can gauge what she likes and doesn't like to learn how to please her as best as he can. ]
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She can feel her muscles twitch just slightly at the first contact between him and her outermost intimate flesh, but it isn't until his tongue moves deeper and she feels that hot, wet tongue tasting her succulence that she lets out another sound. Reflexively, her knees tense a little, which makes her dig the heels of her feet into Mayuzumi's back. She quickly manages to back off of it though, it's just a sensitive reaction.
It's a fact that she's only had two sexual experiences in her life, one with each of her boyfriends. One occurring right now. Because of this, it's difficult for Emerald not to compare-- but not in a bad way. She really likes what they're both doing, and loves them both. But it's impossible not to think about how she'd expected it to feel based on her experience with Akashi's fingers when the sensations she's experiencing right now are rather different. Akashi's fingers were more skilled certainly, but Mayuzumi's mouth his hot. It's like a warmer heater just invaded her lower body and a wet, pleasure-seeking muscle is going after whatever drives her crazy. They're both good, but she can also definitely see the appeal of using your mouth.
What he might notice besides her slight attempts to stay still, aided by his firm hold, is that the air around her skin starts to tingle with pleasure, as if there were just barely undertones of mint and excitement and pleasure emanating off of her. There quite literally were. ]
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Because he wants to be someone irreplaceable that she just can't be without for long, for her to have an aching need for him that keeps her up at night when they're apart and that no one else can ever satisfy, not even Akashi. For her to feel the same way about him that he does about her.
He follows both where her responses lead him and his own experimental whims; he laps at her clit with barely-there little flicks, circles and swirls around it, rubs against it with the flat of his tongue. He kisses her deeply and intimately, the way he would her mouth. He might not be the most skilled since this is his first time doing it, but he's being attentive and trying to learn what she likes best so he can do an even better job next time.
He's definitely going to want to do this to her again, that much he's positive about... ]
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Can you--
[ God, it's kind of embarrassing to even ask it, especially when the way her voice sounds breathy and almost pleading catches her off guard. She sounded so much more confident in her head. Her face flushes with embarrassment along with the heat now and she smiles a little sheepishly at him for a second before closing her eyes again and just giving into what she wanted to ask. ]
Put your fingers in? I want you inside, too.
[ His mouth is amazing, and it's embarrassing but it just makes her want more and more of him. She can't exactly ask for more than that though. ]
I want more.
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It's pretty inevitable that he thinks of something different when she says she wants him inside of her so breathlessly, even though her meaning is more than clear. His arousal throbs to hear it anyway, and he seriously wishes now was the time when he could use more than just his mouth and fingers to satisfy her.
He lifts his mouth away from her body long enough to answer, his voice gone rough from desire. ]
...Yeah. I'll do anything you want, so you can just say it.
[ And he means it; if she'd wanted him to go all the way right now and asked for that, he truly would and not even Akashi walking in on them would make him hold back from doing it.
But she didn't, so it isn't the time for him to give her everything of him; he complies with what she asked for and what he can do right now. One of his hands leaves her thigh, expecting that his other hand and his shoulders should provide enough balancing support to keep her in place when she's also bracing against him with her heels.
His fingers trace up between her legs until he finds her entrance; it's when he begins to slide one of his fingers inside of her that he presses his mouth to her clit again. He's being careful at first before he adds a second, even if she seems to be really turned on just based on how she feels. The last thing he wants to do is ruin how good the mood is right now by being too overeager and rough and making her uncomfortable when he's totally new at this; he'll trust her to tell him if it's not enough or too much.
And god, even if it's just around his fingers she feels absolutely incredible, a wet, tight heat that's going to absolutely take his fantasies about doing it with her to a whole new level after this. ]
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T-Two, please.
[ She knows he's trying to be gentle, which she appreciates. But she's also overeager and isn't sure if it'll hurt if he does that or feel better or what, but her instincts tell her she wants more so she's asking for it. It isn't as if she has a ton of experience (Akashi has fingered her once besides this) but forethought isn't her strongsuit. And honestly, as she'd later find out, she's completely fine with things being rough.
Emerald fights closing her eyes as she looks down at Mayuzumi, one hand moving to hold onto his hair, pulling a little harder than she intends to. He looks so entranced by her, she can't help but feel like she's the center of the universe right now. ]
I'm almost-- you know.
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The tug on his hair's a little harsh, but he doesn't actually dislike it at all. While he wouldn't call himself a masochist, he can't say the sting from her pulling his hair, biting him, or marking him feels off-putting; instead it's turning out to be kind of another turn-on. And while he's naturally gotten the sense that he'd prefer to be more in control when the time comes for him to actually have sex, the idea of maybe giving way to her sometimes also appeals to him. After all, he'd say that one of his strong points is being aware of his place, right?
...Which right now is apparently on his knees, with a second finger slipping inside of her the moment she asks for it. Mayuzumi's seen guys go down on girls in porn before, but he couldn't have imagined before now just how exciting it is to actually do it himself with the girl he likes.
If the thrusts of his fingers grows a little erratic and less than gentle due to his eagerness to please her, it can't really be helped; he's still a virgin and seeing and hearing and feeling her responses to his efforts is kind of driving him wild right now and it's really doing a number on his sense of restraint, even if he's trying to align with what her own movements suggests she wants.
And he isn't just looking up to observe her; now he's deliberately making eye contact, his eyes dark with want yet his gaze more focused than it's ever been, even during the most intense games he'd played in his life. He didn't think someone like him could ever be this enthralled with another person, but in this moment it's like his entire existence is completely devoted to pleasing her, because there's no one else on this world or any other that's more important to him than she is...and he wants that feeling to be mutual; even if it's only part of the time that she isn't looking at anyone else but him because there's someone else she carries in her heart alongside him, he's fine with that.
His mouth leaves her just long enough for him to make an abbreviated statement that's both encouraging and rather selfish all at once, because he can't hold back from wanting to say it. ]
Show me. I want to see it.
[ Show me the face you make when you come. ]
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Then he speaks, and she finds the heat rising back into her face instead of just her pelvis. She still can't look away from him, but it's obvious that even as her senses are slowly overwhelmed she can't help but get a little flustered when he says that. Her chin tilts down just slightly, and her eyes flicker away for half a second before they're back on him-- as if she tried but failed to look away. ]
Make me.
[ Despite that it sounds like she's trying to be challenging, her tone is half-bratty and half-pleading so it doesn't quite come across as the bossy, confident tone that she'd wanted it to. It's also incredibly undermined by the fact that only a couple of seconds later, she can feel it coming.
As if the tension has pulled as tight as it can, then rather suddenly she can't stop her hips from snapping forward slightly off of the sink and almost slipping, totally dependent on him to keep her held up as her muscles start contracting. She fights to keep her eyes open to look at him, but only manages to keep them just slitted open so she's looking at him through her lashes. Her voice cracks, letting out a pleasured cry that's a little louder than she would've hoped, the tile of the bathroom causing it to echo just slightly around them. Though she doesn't squirt, there's certainly a rush of liquid being pushed out of her as her insides twitch and she lets go of his hair so she can hold onto his head as if trying to keep herself from falling backward. She can't think straight then, just focusing on breathing and holding onto him as if she isn't certain her soul is still going to be in her body if she lets go. ]