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[chemex]

[More sparkles. He's a quick study, so he lays his hand palm-flat there, gently rubbing with the heel of his hand while his other finds the hem of her underwear and hooks two fingers in them, pulling carefully.] Lift your hips for me. [Oh, wow his voice sure did turn to fucking gravel.]

[orphne]

[Holy shit. She's not one to curse out loud, but the whine and the way she immediately lifts her hips as requests is a solid hint that he's doing something right. That, and the wet heat beneath his hand is another pretty good indicator.]

[chemex]

[Hearing her, and moreover feeling her enjoyment of the situation is making his pants unreasonably too tight, but he'll worry about Akira Jr. later. For now, he has a job to do. He moves his hand from where it's flat against her only long enough to slip it under her skirt and hook two fingers on the other side of her panties, pulling them down. He pulls them to her knees and pointedly kisses the inside of her thigh once they're passed the point.]

Good girl. [He lets the garment go once it's pushed below her knees, because it can easily just drop to her ankles from there.]

[Slowly, then, he cranes his body and his neck forward, working his shoulders between her knees and pressing gentle kisses along the inside of her thigh.]

[orphne]

[The air feels cool against her hot skin, but luckily his hand is right there and she can press back up into it. There's the start to a moan when his lips touch her thigh, almost feeling like they're burning her skin, but it pitches up into almost a sound of confusion at the praise. It kind of sounds like a weird thing to say? But she's not going to say anything about it, because if Akira loses his nerve now, she's going to go crazy.

She parts her legs to make room for him, still tinged with a hint of nervousness, but more than willing to let him continue. She hooks her ankles together behind him loosely, breath catching with ease little kiss as she fights the urge to scoot forward.]

taking smut seriously with this dude is so fucking hard btw

[chemex]

[He's a little too focused to lose his nerve completely, no worries, Kotobae.]

[And anyway the "good girl" bit just felt like the right thing for him to say-- he's definitely watched too much weird kink porn, though. Both his hands slide up to her hips and he tugs her a little closer, and it's-- funny, a little, because he sticks his head under her skirt. It's a little for them both, he thinks, because this way they don't have to make eye contact and lose to the anxiety of exploring something they aren't used to.]

[He continues to trail little kisses up the inside of her thigh, though, and then moves his head over ground zero. He takes a moment, breathing lightly but enough to be felt, and then just dives right in, quite literally. He presses an open-mouthed kiss right to the swell of her, and immediately his tongue seeks to taste.]

shitpost away my friend

[orphne]

[It does kind of look funny for him to disappear under her skirt, and for a moment, she almost wishes she'd gotten him to take it off -- or that she'd just done it herself. Too late now, though, and honestly? Something about not being able to see, only feel, is making it feel so much more intense.

Or maybe it's just that it's been a while. Soft noises punctuate the air with each exhale and kiss until she holds her breath with anticipation at the feeling of his own so close against sensitive skin. When he goes in, its sudden enough that she doesn't make a sound at all at first, her back arching a little against the bed as her head falls, muscles tensing beneath his lips.

After a few seconds, she remembers to relax and breathe, little gasping whines escaping between her lips before she manages a,] Yeah, like that, c'mon, [as her ankles tighten behind him as if to pull him in impossibly closer.]

don't invite this chaos

[chemex]

[He hums, the sound a bit like a chuckle, but obliges her by diving a little deeper, closing his mouth around her and sucking experimentally. It's... harder to do, he thinks, than it would be with something else, but certainly no less enjoyable from the sounds she's making.]

[orphne]

[Well, next time, maybe he can go shopping for Ye Olde Sex Toys. She whines again as he sucks, heels digging into his back as her hands fall back to the bed and clutch the sheets. Hopefully her breathy gasps and high-pitched noises are encouragement enough, because figuring out words is a little too difficult right now. If he keeps that up, it's really not going to take much at all.]

bread icon for euphemism

[chemex]

[It's plenty, absolutely. He's sort of glad for the quiet, given they are in a sort-of public space, and who knows how thin the Inn's walls are-- but moreover, he Gets It, also. Protag life.]

[Anyway, he keeps at it, going at it a bit like he's slurping a bowl of noodles, actually. Ryuji would be proud.]

the way i have No Appropriate Icons lmao

[orphne]

[Clearly it wasn't enough to slice him across the front, because now he's going to have two bruises in his back from her heels. She grips the sheets more tightly, making a conscious effort not to make too much noise as her toes curl and her muscles tense. Warning him doesn't even cross her mind as her breaths get faster and faster, then all at once head smacks back against the bed as her back arches, and she clenches tight around his tongue with a cry muffled behind closed lips. It might have been polite to say something but-- oops.]

where are the kotofuck doujinshi like seriously

[chemex]

[It's fine, Kotone, he's a masochist. Bruise him up, he'll wear them proudly at your birthday beach party!]

[Anyway that sure happened-- dully, he congratulates himself, because he remembers reading somewhere that a lot of women don't actually achieve orgasm when having any sort of relations with a man. Good job, Akira, you drank your respect women juice.]

[Are drinking? He's a little confused about girljuice, actually, but when the aftershocks cease and allow her to lie still he draws back and pops up from under her skirt, licking his lips like the cat who got the cream. Literally.]

[His grin isn't even perverse or smug, he just looks pretty genuinely pleased, even if she's definitely really hot in afterglow. Speaking takes a fair amount of concentration, actually, wow.] Still with me?

[orphne]

[This is exactly what she needed after everything. Laying there in the hazy afterglow, just trying to catch her breath, she laughs, bright and clear as she stares up at the ceiling. All the awful emotions that had just felt stuck feel like they've broken free, and she covers her face with her hands to take a few more deep breaths.]

You sure you've never done that before? [If her voice is shaking a little through the teasing, well, maybe the emotion can be excused after everything in the past few days. She laughs again, just flopping bonelessly back on the bed. Without looking, she crooks a finger. Get up here, let her kiss.]

[chemex]

[He starts to move to crawl up beside her before she even crooks her finger at him, carefully laying alongside her. If he's got his hips angled into the mattress, don't worry about it!]

[He provides a lazy grin.] I'm a pretty quick study, but you're my first practical application of all the porn I've watched.

[orphne]

[Simply doesn't worry about it! She turns toward him and lets her fingers swipe across his lips before leaning in to kiss him. Is that gross? She doesn't know, she just really, really wants to kiss him after that.]

Lucky me, I guess. [She laughs again, trying to push him over onto his back to straddle him even as her cheeks flush with the brazen admission.] Enjoyed yourself?

[If he'll roll over, she'll get the answer to that herself.]

raunchy icons have entered the chat

[chemex]

[He's a little startled, but far from grossed out by the notion. Like, sure, his mouth still tastes a little bit like her, but he'd been clean about it.]

[His sheets might be another story, but he'll worry about that later.]

[He chuckles, and starts to nod in reply when she pushes at him, and he's not expecting it so he rolls easily, but not without a startled little yelp. His boner, though--]

[He goes about as red as a strawberry, from his clavicle to his hairline, and his hands reflexively splay up near his head in alarm and then curl into fists as he makes an unintentional, unguarded little mewl of sound because wow, she sure did just flip him over and sit on his very interested dick. He exhales, forcibly, and covers his face with his hands.] Yes, clearly.

[orphne]

[She quirks an eyebrow at him, even as she hisses slightly herself. Ooh, still sensitive, too sensitive. Lifting her hips, she reaches between her legs with her hand instead, pressing lightly against his jeans.]

Yeah? [Cheeks still flushed, she leans over him and plants a kiss in the middle of his chest, just above where the wound ends.] Glad to hear it, 'cause it's your turn.

[chemex]

[He manages to not make a sound at her light pressing, but it's a near thing, and he drags his hands down his face to peer at her between his fingers.] Go easy on me, Captain, I have so much to live for.

[orphne]

[Another bark of startled laughter, because what? What does that even mean?? He gets rewarded with a kiss to his fingers, because he's cute when he's flustered.]

I've never gone easy on anyone before. Why should I start with you? [And she squeezes him, just gently, through his jeans.]

[chemex]

[He sulks mightily at her for that kiss, even if he appreciates it overall, and as he goes to inhale to reply and she squeezes him, his breath catches and rather than say words he makes a startled, unguarded little whine of sound.]

[His hands go very securely back over his face, thank you.] Oh my God.

[orphne]

[He really, really shouldn't have let her go first, because now she's energized. Her eyes light up at that little noise, and if he's going to cover his face, well -- she'll just have to kiss elsewhere. Experimentally, she strokes him through his jeans, even as she leans in close and presses a soft kiss to the side of his throat. Soft, but with the barest promise of teeth as her tongue darts out to lick a bead of sweat.]

Doing good? [She murmurs playfully against his skin, because yeah, she knows the answer to that, too.]

[chemex]

[If he'd gone first he would be unconscious on the floor right now, more than likely, so he reaps what he sows.]

[And oh, does he sow. He stretches almost involuntarily as she strokes, craning his neck when she goes for it and breathing heavily into his hands, trying to not climb out of his own fucking skin. He just grunts at the question, shifting like he can't keep still (he can't).]

[orphne]

[She giggles again next to his skin, once again just barely pressing her teeth against his throat. She doesn't want to a leave a mark for people to ask about later, that'd be awkward for both of them, but oh, she'd like to hear the sound he'd make.]

You know, you didn't take my skirt off. I wonder if I could get away with not taking off your pants?

[She's joking. Probably? It's impossible to tell from her voice.]

[chemex]

[People are probably gonna ask about the bruises on his back, Kotone, you can give him a hickey. He'll just claim it's a bug bite or something.]

[Then again, Akechi would probably be vicious about it. Maybe best to not...,]

[He warbles something that definitely isn't words, dragging his hands down his face again.] Skirts leave a little more access without something under them, and I don't have many pairs of pants, [Please do not make him mess his jeans.]

[orphne]

[The noises he makes are kind of funny, but alright. She'll take pity on him this time. She giggles softly against his throat and presses a kiss to his shoulder before shifting off and sliding back.]

Same position? [Him on the edge of the bed, her on her knees in front of him? Her eyes sparkle with quiet mirth as she tucks her fingers into the waistband of his pants, stroking the skin above with the lightest press of her thumbnails.]

[chemex]

[He reaches over his head and grabs his pillow, thwapping it over her wrists. Same position's fine, but save your knees, girl.]