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[He rumbles again, crooning softly as he speaks because the lower the heat in his body travels, the deeper it pulls his voice.] That's not why, but-- ah. [The bite sends a full-body shiver down him and he exhales roughly, squirming again. At her encouragement, he slides his hands upward without looking at her, handling her breasts delicately at first before he swipes both thumbs inward to rub her nipples in a similar way she'd done to his.]

You like biting, huh?

[There's no judgement in her voice, just a kind of curiosity as she adds more evidence to the pile. Hey, he's learning things about himself, love that for him. She opens her mouth to add something else, but her breath catches as he finally moves in to cup her breasts. She mouths gently at his throat with a little hum of pleasure, then a sharper noise when his thumbs rub her nipples. Her thighs tighten around him as she has to suck in another breath, biting back another soft moan.]

Yeah, do that...

Probably should have figured that one out already, now that I'm thinking about it.

[He appreciates the sounds and lets them encourage him further, keeping at it and shifting to circle one nipple with his thumb while he pinches and pushes at the other, alternating motions to get a feel for it. Her thighs squeezing him briefly drops his attention and he actually looks at her for a moment, stunned by the whole scenario.]

[Smartly, rather than talk he just cranes his neck so he can angle himself around and exhale against the shell of her ear.]

Have you ever had anyone-? [bite you before, she was going to ask, but gets cut off by a whiny little moan as he pinches her nipple. Her chest rises and falls beneath his hands as she closes her eyes and leans back a little, breathing through her mouth to enjoy the feel of his calloused hands against sensitive skin. So she misses his stunned look completely to instead laugh softly, thighs still squeezing his hips. Another little noise as he breathes against her ear, and her fingernails tighten just lightly against his shoulders. Okay, no words needed, maybe? He's getting more confident. Just keep doing what he's doing.]

[Confidence has very little to do with it, really-- he's just trying to channel Joker, and also trying to practice Shutting The Fuck Up, instead of rambling when nervous. He hums, moving from her ear to her hairline and down the side of her throat.]

Had anyone...? [He stops himself from proclaiming his dick's only touched good ol' Righty, at least.]

[She squirms a little when he gets closer to her hairline -- that tickles! -- but lets out another little breathy sigh as he kisses down the side of her throat. Mm, that's good.

Honestly, she could have stopped the question at "have you ever had anyone" and expected an answer, but maybe it's not her business. She already knows the answer to that particular question already.]

Biting, [she murmurs, drawing her fingernails lightly along her back and arching her neck to give him more room to work.] I was just wondering what else you're into.

[Ya boi do be exuding awkward virgin vibes, Kotobae. He's trying his best. A huffed chuckle, and he nips her neck, pointedly.]

Probably a lot of fucked up stuff, but I haven't done a lot of experimentation.

[She gasps sharply when he nips the tender skin of her throat, thighs squeezing harder against him, then laughs breathlessly.] Guess I earned that one, huh?

[Leaning back further so she can meet his eyes, she grins with a playful sparkle in her eye.] I'll experiment with you any time.

[He chuckles again, shifting to pepper little open-mouthed gestures that aren't quite kisses along her neck to her shoulder and settling there for a moment.] ...how far are you wanting to take this? I don't..., want to overstep. [Like she has her shirt off, but below the belt is a whole separate ball game.]

How far do you want to take this?

[Her fingernails drag slowly up the back of his neck to twine into his hair, tugging lightly in an attempt to get him to look up at her.]

Maybe I should've said this earlier, but it's not that serious for me. I trust you, and I want us both to have a good time. And you're kind of charming! ["Kind of charming," said with a wink. She's attracted to him, but it's not a be-all end-all kind of thing.] So whatever you're comfortable with.

[He makes a quiet sound at that, but does tip his head to look at her, face dusted an embarrassed pink.]

Only kind of? I'll have to try harder, I guess. [He grins, bumping their noses.] I don't..., I don't really think it has to be taken super seriously, but I also don't think I'm. Ready to go "all the way", like people call it. I don't... have protection? That doesn't seem smart. [He's absolutely taking it completely seriously.]

Hmm... yeah, probably not.

[She still sounds really casual about the idea, even if her cheeks flare with a little bit of a flush. Yeah, that probably is something she should have thought of, huh? But in fairness to her, she hadn't shown up expecting to be in this specific situation.]

I could... you know? [She points to her lips with an embarrassed grin, flush darkening on her cheeks.] I've never tried it before, so if it's bad, you can't make fun of me.

[The collective fucking around and finding out is made on the part of well-meaning idiots. It's fine, probably,]

[It takes him a second to understand her gesture, and his face lights up a startled pink.] That-- is way too one-sided. It's not that I don't... like that sounds great? But I'm a teenage boy, the likelihood of me being able to do jack all anything after is. [He splays his hands and gives them a frown, only to look past them to her hips, letting his fingers curl back toward his palms before putting his hands back on her hips.] ...I'll make you a deal.

Hm, you think?

[She'd be more energized herself, but she guesses that makes sense. She gives him a bit of a perplexed smile, because huh? A deal? That sounds kind of weird, but-]

Sure, what'd you have in mind?

[The flush to his face bleeds out to his ears, and he cautiously slides one hand down the side of her thigh and inward.] ...let me get you, first.

[Her muscles bunch beneath his hand as she tenses briefly with anticipation, lips forming into a small oh. Bare skin prickles a little under the touch of his hand, and she bites her lip before nodding.]

Y-yeah, I'd like that. Oh-

[Wait. The hand on her thigh reminded her, because even if she's shirtless, it's not like she'd removed anything below it. Or even the shirt itself, really, the fabric pooled around her waist, but that's less important than-]

My Evoker... [still strapped to her thigh. Embarrassing...]

[He chuckles, shaking his head.]

I can understand why you'd carry it around. Here, let me..., [He reaches both hands to it, looking to her face for a yay or nay.]

[Somehow, that feels more intimate than literally everything else they've done until now. She glances up to meet his eyes, takes a breath, and then nods and shifts to make it easier for him. It's not quite the same style as Yukari's holster -- hers had been designed to go around her waist, not her thigh -- but the single white buckle holds it securely enough to her bare thigh.

No one's touched her Evoker except her since it was given to her. Akechi kept asking to see it, and maybe eventually she'll let him hold it, but actually taking it off her body is somehow more meaningful in a way she can't really explain.]

[It's a pretty explicit display of trust, and one that isn't lost on Akira by any means. He keeps eye contact while his fingers feel their way along the holster to the buckle, unhooking it and letting the gun slip loose of her leg.] Wouldn't want anything to happen to it. [Which is-- a lot, coming from someone who was almost cut in at least two pieces by the Persona she called forth with it.]

Mmm.

[It's a soft hum of assent as she watches him take it off, then leans in to cup his cheeks with both hands and give him an appreciative kiss. With any luck, she can convey with that what she can't put into words.]

[He hums back to her, closing his eyes and nipping her lower lip carefully, drawing away after a moment just to look at her.] ...so, to be frank: hands or mouth? Or, both could work, I guess, couldn't they.

[He gets a little noise for his nip, her eyes flying open at the small burst of pain as she blinks at him. Then she huffs out another laugh and quirks her eyebrows, leaning in to rest her forehead against his.]

Either. [Fuck's sake, give him some guidance-] You could try using your mouth, and then switch to using your hand if you don't like it?

[Again, her embarrassment isn't reflected her voice at all, even as a flush spreads darker across her cheeks.]

[He hums, nodding, and scoots backward.] I guess you'll have to get out of my lap, then.

It's so comfortable though...

[Said with another laugh as she slowly shifts back out of his lap. While she's here, she'll finally get those last two buttons off her shirt and kind of shove it aside. Propping a foot up on the bed, she gives him a playful smile to mask her embarrassment as she leans back on her elbows.]

Can you get my skirt, or want me to?

[And her socks, for that matter. She'd forgotten about her socks.]

[He tilts his head at her posture, grinning crookedly.] Do you want me to? I dunno, some people like doing this kind of thing still partially clothed. Makes it feel more secretive, or something. [He shifts, going to tug on a pair of gloves he isn't wearing.]

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