[She startles a little bit when he finds her, letting out a little choked noise, but- no, that's really nice, actually? It's a similar feeling to when he'd restrained her, the idea that she can't easily get away. Glancing up at him, she curls her tongue around him and sucks with a pleased little noise. Feeling another rush of heat suffusing her body as she tries to move a little more quickly in response to his reassurance, she tries to time the movement of her hand to that of her lips.]
[He huffs, his eyes falling closed as his head drops back against the mattress, shuddering with the effort to not writhe into her mouth.] Fuuuuck. [Verbose, buddy.]
[Oh, eloquent. It's hard to get the air to laugh, but lord does she try. She has to pull back for a moment, just enough to keep her lips closed over the head so she can inhale through her nose. At least she keeps her tongue solidly pressed against him, careful not to use her teeth. He hadn't liked the bite to his thigh, after all, so she won't risk the same reaction here.
At least the spit is making it easier, both for her lips and her hand. Based on his reaction, she's doing something right, so she keeps going. ]
[He liked the bite to his thigh plenty, he just needs time to process it. Good move on no teeth on Akira Jr., though, that seems like a dangerous time for everyone involved.]
[He makes a throaty little whine of a sound, his hand in her hair tensing and relaxing in shifts, his other solidly unable to stay still and pick a place to pull. It's the sheets, it's swatted through the air, it's the sheets again, and he reaches up, grabbing the edge of the mattress above his head and gripping.] Koto-- nnh. [His hand pats her hair.]
[She hums in response to her name, a pleased little noise. Yeah, more of that, maybe. She curls her tongue around the shaft again and raises up on her knees, trying again to take him more completely without choking and-- well, partially succeeding. She's not exactly the throat goat over here. But she is getting faster at it, timing her hand better with her mouth and sucking harder as she figures out how to get enough air.]
[It's the added speed, however slight, that immediately starts to tip him, and he makes a somewhat anticipatory sound.] Nnh-- I'm. N-not gonna last, [Because it's a different thing to have to swallow from her perspective than it was from his.]
[Well, she's certainly going to try! That only seems fair. With a bit of a gleam in her eye, she tries to take him as deep as she can, redoubling her efforts and fighting the urge to use her free hand between her own legs.]
[He's still remarkably quiet about it all, but her redoubled efforts combined with how close he already is drags a throaty little gasp of sound from his chest, and his spine curves to angle his hips into her a little differently. The changed angle sends a jolt through him and he makes a startled, high sound. If she was planning to pull away and let him finish with just her hands, now would be the time for her to do so.]
[Another little noise as he angles himself differently, but she adapts quickly, pressing her tongue flat against the underside of his dick and keeping the pace. She can handle it, probably! It seems like it would be way less messy if she could, right?]
[He is so not worried about having to clean his carpet, given he's likely going to have to anyway. It's not like he's really been doing a lot of jerking it, so-- he makes a small, choked sound, his thighs starting to shake and his head tipping backward, and pulls gently on her hair.] Oh-- fuck, Koto-- [And he loses it, a ripple going through his spine that ends in his vision whiting out and a hell of a mess being made.]
[She's doing her best to keep going when he finally loses it and- ah. Hubris. Almost immediately, she chokes, trying desperately to swallow him and failing kind of spectacularly. Jizz on her face, ah, hm, yuck, hm, that's not sexy, also she's still choking a little as she finally manages to pull off. Okay! Lesson learned!! But even still, she's immediately asking, a little hoarsely,]
So, good?
[With a little bit of a laugh, because yeah, she probably looks like an idiot, but it was fun!]
[He wants to fret over her choking when he hears it but he's definitely a little too occupied coming harder than he thinks he ever has in his life? When he's done he sags bonelessly into the mattress a moment and tries to crack his eyes open and simply cannot for a good handful of seconds longer, just nodding at her question while he catches his breath.] Holy shit, [Breathlessly. When he finally convinces his body to let him open his eyes, his vision swims a moment and he looks immediately chastised when he sees her.] Oh-- oh no, are you okay. [He sits up, wobbly, and reaches over to a bedside table-- he has some manner of little wetnaps. Sorry, Kotone, he's not in the business of kissing his own spunk.]
[Still honestly not sure if she likes the taste of come, to be honest. Kind of salty. But she's laughing anyway, grabbing the wetnaps and tackling the mess as she sucks in air and coughs a few more times.]
It's not in my hair, is it?
[Help a girl out, bud. She can't stop just giggling with the emotional rush.]
[He doesn't have the worst diet of a teenage boy, but it could absolutely be better, so he does not delight in thinking about what taste she's trying to chase from her tongue. He takes another wetnap and carefully combs it through her fringe, looking chastised but extremely satisfied.]
Only a little... Uh, sorry, that. I'd definitely think that was impressive if I hadn't just about choked you out with it.
[Said with another laugh as she lets him get what he can. Her cheeks hurt from -- well, from sucking him off, but also from smiling as she gazes up at him with unmistakable fondness.]
It was fun. I really needed something like that, I think.
[She certainly feels less tense than she had before, anyway.]
[He laughs a little to echo her, taking a third wetnap and wiping himself off neatly, folding it over, and getting at a bit that got on the floor.] Wonder if there's a world record for messiest teenage orgasm-- [He cuts himself off with another laugh, shaking his head.] No, I definitely don't want to know that, actually.
[She laughs out loud, again with that same mixture of genuine amusement and honest surprise that he says things like that, and beckons him closer, just so she can kiss a chaste kiss to his lips if he'll allow it.]
[He allows it, but keeps his lips in a tight line because he does not want to taste himself, thanks, bumping their noses together so she doesn't think that's a dig at her.]
I'm definitely gonna pass out, but you're welcome to use the shower. My shampoo smells super like boy, though.
[She scrunches up her nose, then plants both hands on his shoulders to stick her nose right into his hair for a sniff. Enjoy the face-full of titty while she's at it.]
Hmm... yeah, okay, I'll just use the soap then.
[It smells good on him! But not really her thing. Before she moves away, though, she drops her chin onto the top of his head and lets her arms loosely encircle his shoulders.]
[Oh hello titty. His eyebrows make a wild bid for space and he's glad actual refractory periods for boys, even wildly horny teenage boys, are at least thirty minutes more than the time that has passed since he emptied his cum tank all over his floor and his friend's face, because ma'am.]
[He clears his throat and reaches up to carefully pat her back, angling his head to gently bite the top of the swell of one of her breasts. She put them in his face, okay!!!] Put those away, ma'am, you're going to put someone's eye out. [He leans back on his hands and smiles lazily up at her.] Mmn, same to you.
[She yelps, almost comically loud, and thumps her hand against his back with another laugh as she pulls away and covers them in a show of faux-demureness. Faux, because she immediately follows it up with a wink and-] You should've seen some of the armor I wore in Tartarus!
[The high-cut armor had really good stats when she'd first picked it up, even if it had meant that none of the boys would actually look at her when she was wearing it...
Still, she gives him a smile as she drops back, grabbing her shirt and panties from where they'd come to rest on the floor.]
[He laughs, shaking his head.] I'm drowning in hot people, whatever is a boy to do.
[He flops over, deciding he'll worry about more extensive cleanup later-- his sheets need to be washed, but so does he, so he can do all that after he's had a fat post-nut nap.] Mmn, clean towels are on top of the rack above the toilet.
[Said over her shoulder as she disappears into the bathroom. If she's quick, maybe she can make it back out before he naps? Even if not, that's okay. There's just such an incredible lightness to her step, and she can't stop smiling as she finally strips her skirt off (will definitely need to be washed) and steps into a cool shower. Zero intent to wash her hair with the boy shampoo, but a quick sniff of the soap confirms that it's neutral enough not to smell weird.
...And, well. There's no point putting her dirty clothes back on until it's time to leave, right? So she frowns at them before rinsing her panties in the sink, checking her skirt for stains, and hanging both of them up over his shower. Forgive her for just being in his towel as she re-emerges, hair freed from its ponytail, to check his status. Great, but tired?]
[Honey you're gonna have to shower real quick if you want to beat him falling into unconsciousness. He makes a tired mental note to look after fruit-scented shampoo that might be more girl-friendly, mulling over the idea in an odd daze until he drops the fuck out still laying on top of the sheet.]
[He's fuckin' zonked, but she's more than welcome to make off with his yukata or just hang out naked in his room.]
[She absolutely doesn't make it back before he passes out, but she will crawl into bed beside him, wrapped in the towel, and carefully rest her head on his shoulder. She is always ready for a nap, especially if there's someone with her; hopefully the feeling of her arm, a little chilled from the cool shower, doesn't wake him up as she wraps it gently around his waist and curls up against him in preparation to take her own nap.]
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At least the spit is making it easier, both for her lips and her hand. Based on his reaction, she's doing something right, so she keeps going. ]
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[He makes a throaty little whine of a sound, his hand in her hair tensing and relaxing in shifts, his other solidly unable to stay still and pick a place to pull. It's the sheets, it's swatted through the air, it's the sheets again, and he reaches up, grabbing the edge of the mattress above his head and gripping.] Koto-- nnh. [His hand pats her hair.]
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So, good?
[With a little bit of a laugh, because yeah, she probably looks like an idiot, but it was fun!]
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[Still honestly not sure if she likes the taste of come, to be honest. Kind of salty. But she's laughing anyway, grabbing the wetnaps and tackling the mess as she sucks in air and coughs a few more times.]
It's not in my hair, is it?
[Help a girl out, bud. She can't stop just giggling with the emotional rush.]
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Only a little... Uh, sorry, that. I'd definitely think that was impressive if I hadn't just about choked you out with it.
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[Said with another laugh as she lets him get what he can. Her cheeks hurt from -- well, from sucking him off, but also from smiling as she gazes up at him with unmistakable fondness.]
It was fun. I really needed something like that, I think.
[She certainly feels less tense than she had before, anyway.]
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You gonna pass out, or can I use your shower?
[Sticky...]
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I'm definitely gonna pass out, but you're welcome to use the shower. My shampoo smells super like boy, though.
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Hmm... yeah, okay, I'll just use the soap then.
[It smells good on him! But not really her thing. Before she moves away, though, she drops her chin onto the top of his head and lets her arms loosely encircle his shoulders.]
Thanks, Akira.
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[He clears his throat and reaches up to carefully pat her back, angling his head to gently bite the top of the swell of one of her breasts. She put them in his face, okay!!!] Put those away, ma'am, you're going to put someone's eye out. [He leans back on his hands and smiles lazily up at her.] Mmn, same to you.
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[The high-cut armor had really good stats when she'd first picked it up, even if it had meant that none of the boys would actually look at her when she was wearing it...
Still, she gives him a smile as she drops back, grabbing her shirt and panties from where they'd come to rest on the floor.]
I'm gonna shower, then.
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[He flops over, deciding he'll worry about more extensive cleanup later-- his sheets need to be washed, but so does he, so he can do all that after he's had a fat post-nut nap.] Mmn, clean towels are on top of the rack above the toilet.
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[Said over her shoulder as she disappears into the bathroom. If she's quick, maybe she can make it back out before he naps? Even if not, that's okay. There's just such an incredible lightness to her step, and she can't stop smiling as she finally strips her skirt off (will definitely need to be washed) and steps into a cool shower. Zero intent to wash her hair with the boy shampoo, but a quick sniff of the soap confirms that it's neutral enough not to smell weird.
...And, well. There's no point putting her dirty clothes back on until it's time to leave, right? So she frowns at them before rinsing her panties in the sink, checking her skirt for stains, and hanging both of them up over his shower. Forgive her for just being in his towel as she re-emerges, hair freed from its ponytail, to check his status. Great, but tired?]
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[He's fuckin' zonked, but she's more than welcome to make off with his yukata or just hang out naked in his room.]
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