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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.]

[orphne]

Good.

[It's said with a bit of a smile, because maybe it works for him, even though it hadn't worked for her? She rests a hand on the elastic of his boxers to keep them in place as she tugs his jeans down. There's got to be a sexy way to do this, but if there is, she doesn't know it. Once his boxers are safely clear, she uses both hands to pull his jeans completely off, tossing them aside out of the way and pressing a kiss to his bare knee. Another glance up, eyebrows quirked. Doing good up there still?]

[chemex]

[He sinks back into the mattress and croaks a funny little sound, now that she's got him pantsless it's a lot more obvious how Affected he is, which in turn ramps his fluster up to a preposterous number. It's a lot of will power to not covers his face with his hands again, but he nods. Go ahead, fuck him up.]

[orphne]

[It's honestly kind of... not flattering, that's the wrong word, but encouraging to see just how into he is. She grins at him and moves her way up his thigh, pressing soft kisses until she reaches the cloth of his boxers. With a playful grin, she moves just a little further up, just above the fabric, and while she couldn't safely bite his throat, she can nip through the cloth here. He'd said he liked biting, so... chomp.]

[chemex]

[He startles, and it pulls a wildly unguarded sound from him, though it's equal parts confused and horny. Like did she just-- bite him? His brain spins the rotary redial for a moment and remembers he mentioned he liked biting, and he just makes another stupid sound.]

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