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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.]

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[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.]

[orphne]

[She snorts and grabs the pillow, sliding off the bed entirely and positioning it under her knees. Even then, it's not the most comfortable thing? But that's the least of her concerns right now as she runs her fingers along his legs in a gentle bid for him to shift in closer.]

[chemex]

[He's so overwhelmed and second-guessing every horny thought he has ever had. He scoots closer anyway, breathing shallow and still impressively red. He seems to have fallen into a pattern of either completely unserious remarks or saying nothing at all.]

[orphne]

Hey.

[She rests her cheek against his inner thigh and gazes up at him, voice still light and playful, but the set of her gaze is serious.]

Still good?

[Her other hand comes to rest on his knee, but she doesn't go any further up. He'd been so adamant about checking in with her, so it's the least she can do to reciprocate.]

[chemex]

[It's-- weird, to be focused on like that. He huffs a slight laugh, nodding.]

Sorry, I forget to talk sometimes. 'm good.

[orphne]

You don't have to. Talk, I mean.

[He said he's good, so she lowers her gaze and moves in, trailing both hands up his inner thigh. The pleasant buzz is still tingling across her skin, emboldening her to open her mouth and plant an open-mouthed kiss on his zipper of his jeans before glancing back up to him again.]

If you want me to stop, you can just, I dunno, kick me or something. [A beat.] Not hard, though!

[chemex]

[He angles his hips a little at that, squiring, and chuckles again.]

'm not gonna kick you. Just-- uh. Slowly, I guess? [So he doesn't just bust a nut as soon as she frees Akira Jr., really.]

[orphne]

I'll try.

[The skin near her eyes wrinkles with amusement, but she means it. If she can make Akira feel even half as good as she does right now...

He said slowly, so slowly she moves, trailing her fingers inward to undo the button of his jeans. Impulsively, she leans up and presses a kiss just above, then gives him a wink before ever-so-slowly dragging down the zipper.]

[chemex]

[Not the happy trail-- his stomach shrinks away from the contact and he curls slightly like he's going to sit up, but he doesn't. It tickles, but that she immediately drags down the zipper of his jeans is enough of a distraction that he doesn't comment.]

[orphne]

[She glances up at him when his stomach tightens, just checking to make sure he's still good, before turning her attention to his boxers. Swallowing past a dry mouth, she tucks her fingers into his jeans and tugs. C'mon, hips up, buddy, help her out here or else the boxers are gonna come with. That would be the opposite of the slowly he'd requested!]

[chemex]

[He makes a quiet "oh" of sound, bracing his hands flat on the bed beside his hips and hoisting them, looking down at her curiously to see if that was the right thing to do. He's so absolutely abysmal at this, Kotone, be patient with him.]