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[ She could touch him all over, but he puts his hand over hers and guides it lower from where it is just so it hovers over his cock. ]

Finish me first, [ Still not a command, but a response to her inquiry. If anybody asked, it's Vietnam who's in control of the situation right now. Samatoki would do anything if it meant a good fuck at this very moment, while his brain is more concentrated on his libido.

If she doesn't fight it, he'll have her stroke his cock, guiding her firmly with his own hand. He breathes out relief loudly, eyes closing halfway as he looks at Vietnam's hand. ]

Then whatever you want afterwards.

[She lets him take her hand, letting him take it down to his cock where her fingers tease his tip. So that's what he wishes for, no? They are still in the shower, and it makes sense because he's been holding for so long.

She manages a smile to his ear before she kisses down his neck, her fingers now wrapping firm around him, as he guides her hand, and she feels how hard he is against her palm.]

Very well, I'll be returning the favour, okay?

[By returning the favour, she'll do more than just give him a handjob. But there is something about how she grips, slow at first, like she's searching for a way to find how best he reacts. Her lips trail down to his chest, up until she finds his nipple and presses her tongue down against it, and then tugs with her teeth.]

[ Vietnam will easily find out that Samatoki is a very responsive person. If there's anything he doesn't like, he'll make it known. If there's anything he likes, she'll surely know because he'll have a reaction to it. In this case, the way he breathes heavily as he lets go of her hand, leaving her to her own devices is something he likes. Good - he doesn't have to teach her and tell her what to do. She knows her stuff.

That's hot.

He growls low enough that it sounds like a purr when she tugs at his nipple with her teeth. It tickles, he finds, and he didn't think he'd be the kind of person who would like this but he does. ]

I'll leave it to you.

[ His body is hers to control. ]

[His reactions are enough to encourage her to keep going, She might not be the most experienced, but a certain amount of interactions and encounters in more recent times meant that she did get more open about what to do.

At least, she's growing more forward with showing how she takes what she wants. She starts to suck his nipple, swirling her tongue over the sensitive nub as her hand tightens again, but her pace still excruciatingly slow.

Her head moves to lavish attention on the other nipple, except, it's strangely brief as she drags her lips down to his abdomen, kissing sweetly. She looks up at him, fluttering her lashes at him.]

[ Samatoki remembers this. He doesn't know how he looked, but when he looked up at her the same way she's looking up at him now, he thinks he knows. Thinks being the keyword.

He nods, shuddering, breath hitching because he's too excited. Too needy. He's left wanting, but he feels like he won't be anymore. Not any longer. . .

If Vietnam gives him what he wants, anyway. She said she'd return the favour. And now, he stays in the floor, knelt, in wait, hungry, with the harmony of the sounds of his breath and the pitter-patter of the water protecting the two fo them from the outside world. ]

[Oh she knows what he was like then, he looked so sexy it really drove her wild. She's not sure if she could do the same, but she does want to look at him while he's pleasured like this.

Of course, it is safest in the shower for her to continue, where they quickly are washed and so she lets go. When she said she was returning the favour, she's definitely going to go down on him, so she dips her head to his lap and starts to run her tongue over his cock, not that it needed any further warming up now.

So almost immediately she crouches herself down, hands holding onto his thighs for support, and takes him into her mouth, inching him bit by bit in, wanting to take as much of him as she could.]

[ Samatoki would have been fine with just her hand, but when he feels his dick enveloped with the wet warmth of her mouth, he feels like he's won something. This is better than what he had imagined, but he can imagine even better things.

For the first time today, in spite of his impatient behaviour and the many times he almost got into a fist fight, he smiles. It's not big or a show of absolute happiness, but he feels pretty proud right now that this is happening.

He rests his hand on Vietnam's neck, fingers threading themselves into her hair. He massages the back of her head, careful and gentle as a means of appreciation and telling her he wants more. Of course he wants more; he'll eventually be a bit more blatant about it later on, but for now, a subtle sign will do. ]

[Her hand does do the best work, but hey, she doesn't go down on just anyone either. So be honoured, Samatoki-sama! Sen-chan is going to really eat you up now.

Besides, she saw that smile, and it's worth it. It fuels her to continue, taking him deep into her mouth, groaning as his hand soothes her neck, so that he vibrates in her mouth as her head starts to bob up and down on his lap. Her eyes flutter, savouring the moment and the feeling of him so full in her mouth, that her hand reaches up to take what she hasn't yet touched, rubbing the base with her soft fingers.

Not that she would've minded if he decided to be rough about it. He could take her mouth as his own and she wouldn't care, considering the aggression right now powers her on. She angles her head, trying to find the right position for him to really feel it, her available hand edging up his thigh.]

[ It's a good thing she won't care, because when Vietnam takes him in again and again, his instincts begin to kick in. His hand that's on his neck scratches at the skin a little firmer this time before he splays his hand against it, pads of his fingers on skin rather than nails.

Then, he moves his hips, thrusting into her the same time he guides her head to take him in. Samatoki's concentrating too much on feeling good than anything else. This makes him feel like he's in flight, as if nothing can stop him, and right now, the only thing that can would be Vietnam fighting him over this. ]

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[She's humming in approval when he starts to seek this out, because if he raises the stakes a bit more, it makes her heart race. He, who was so attentive before when he pleasured her, now had his instincts kick in like a wolf's would, and frankly, it's hot.

With his hand keeping her level and his hips moving, she doesn't move her head as much as she does her mouth to accommodate him, tongue still firmly pressed up the underside of his cock as she can feel him touch the back of her throat. Each time she groans, louder and erratic from the force of it, even as she tries to suck him completely. Hands shift to grip his thighs to support herself, nails digging into flesh as she dares him again: do your best. Because the more he tries to overwhelm, the more she's going to be making sure he's hers by the end of this.]

[ Beyond her taking him in more, what's most pleasurable is her groaning. The vibrations send all kinds of great things through him, Chroma and pleasure alike. She might even taste a little salt from his pre, but that's only if she's able to bob her head up and down first. He's keeping her still, head down. Since she didn't say anything or do anything, he thinks it's fine to keep going. He moves his hips some more until he finds a good pace to actually fuck her face.

The effects of her nails on his skin makes him grunt. It's electrifying and it sends chills down his spine. God- he wants more. The redder lines on his thighs get, the better. It helps send him to his peak, that's for sure. ]

[Other than when he actually pulls out enough to thrust back into her mouth again, she can't tell or taste it yet. Ah, there it is, the drips of slickness that beads out, trailing on her tongue where it mixes together with her saliva so that the flavour lingers now that he fucks her mouth again, his grunts ringing through her mind once she gets those nails digging deep. She wants to mark him, the only thing she can do now that he's managed to overwhelm her.

No one overwhelms her unless she allows it, and when she does, she expects to be entirely swept away. He does this, knowing that he's able to, and takes her because he can, and she feels it in the back of her throat as his cock hits it, each time her groans getting louder and more muffled.

It's hot and hard as he fills her mouth, throbbing like how her chest beats so wildly she could hear it hammering in her head. It's exciting, just so like seeing him between her legs, that even in reverse she could feel herself so turned on she's getting wet again. To think, he could take her again like this, wild without abandon, push her down until she could walk no more. Or shall she turn it against him? Walk all over him, remind him again that she only let him do this, that he could think of only herself? Ah, she looks up at him wistfully, and rakes her perfect nails right down his sensitive skin.]

[ If she walked all over him, Samatoki would probably like it. He'd contest at first, finding the idea of not being on top and in control to be a revolting thing. He knows what respect is, though. Even though he may act more like an animal now, thinking less and following what his body is telling him to, he understands the idea of power. You take what you want. You don't just wait to get it. If Vietnam does just that, then she deserves every inch of respect that Samatoki-sama is able to graciously provide.

His other hand finds its way to her hair, just by her scalp this time. He needs it for balance, because as he finds a pace that will send him over the edge and climax as quickly as possible, he also needs to hold onto something. Vietnam's hair serves that purpose. He tries to look at her, too. Eyes glazed with lust and mouth slightly open. There's no way he's breathing through his nose right now.

When he cums, he doesn't even have the consciousness to pull out. He just stops moving, but his fingers to dry to fix Vietnam's hair so they aren't covering her face. He also hasn't realised that Vietnam has his seed inside her mouth. Not necessarily an issue for him, but he'd definitely find it a little shameful later on... ]

[Thank you Samatoki-sama, she's ready for you. Except, they all know Sen-chan is a woman of diplomacy. That is, she does start rather diplomatic first, but if he's really that kind of man? Well, she might escalate things. Men don't call her intimidating for no reason. Not that she wants that reputation all the time, but that's not the point.

Still, she growls, the tension of him pulling on her hair tugging at her scalp feels nicer than she thought. It tingles through her body asthe roughness of his thrusts conquer her every being until he finally releases right into her mouth.

She holds onto his legs for support, not sure if she was taken by surprise or that she just couldn't take it all in, but she pushes her mouth so that he fills her completely. The taste strong as he coats her mouth, warm and thick. Her cries muffled as she can't contain it, part of it spilling out of her mouth. But the rest, she keeps in, pursing her lips until he lets it all go, so that something could still provide him with the friction he needs to ride out his orgasm. Don't worry, she doesn't mind as much.]

[ Vietnam does her best, and that's what's important. Samatoki appreciates that, and appreciates how full he feels right now. Her mouth is all over him, and his seed dripping from her lips. It's so warm— warmer than the water falling on them. Once he's fully finished, ridden his orgasm out, he pulls away slowly, one hand on the tiles so he can balance himself.

Then he lifts Vietnam's chin up with his other hand so he can look at her. He's not concerned at this moment, more nurturing because that's what his body is telling him to do. She may also be affected by the Sanguis moon, but right now, she's his. He takes care of what he owns. ]

Spit if you don't like the taste.

[It's not like her mouth empties either when he pulls out, she keeps her mouth shut so that nothing more could drip out. Desperate to take a breath, but she relaxes for now, such an overpowering taste even if it's distinctively his. She looks at him as he tips her chin up, a gloriously light feeling as she takes in the sight of him, soft and sated, still flushed from the release.

She's still a mess. A hand pulls up to cover her lips, and she does it, drink it down so that she wouldn't have to make a bigger mess. Sure, they're in the shower where they can easily wash themselves, but she had always been so tidy that this was an option she decided to take. She finishes, and taking that long awaited breath, she quickly wipes her lips with her thumb.]

It's fine, really. [He's so hard to look away from.]

If you say so.

[ Samatoki can't look away from her either. He has to see her, if not that, feel her or taste her.

If there's any of his cum that remains on her face, he brushes it away with his thumb. ]

I'm not tired yet.

[ ... :) ]

Clean up if you are. We're wastin' water.

[ The moonlacing might have been providing him with Chroma, but he'd prefer to buy meat and other food with it than use it to pay a high water bill. ]/

[She nods as she's done, staying still for a minute just for him to clean her face, beaming up at him before she hears what he just implied. A curious brow raises before she nods, rubbing his legs better from the tracks she left (not sorry) and then straightens up so that they can both rise.]

Understood. I'm not tired yet either so, let's clean quickly and you can then show me a tour of the place.

[The slight mischief in her normally serious tone implies that he either take her straight to his room where tiredness becomes a thing, are actually give her a tour where they fuck in each room. Look, a girl under Sanguis moon knows what she wants.]

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[ Samatoki places a hand on her waist, ascending the same time she does. He's not going to be sweet or anything. There aren't any feelings involved here, but he does want to make sure she doesn't end up sliding and hitting her head because of the tiles. Plus, whatever soft atmosphere that created is gone when he rests his chin on her head. ]

You're small. Feisty, though.

[ Then he lets out a soft chuckle before he stands up straight again. He'll leave her to clean up on her own as he cleans himself just so there isn't any more semen on his dick. He walks out of the shower afterwards, not at all bothering to cover his lower half. Instead, he shakes the towel over his head to dry his hair after he's passed the towel once over his skin. ]

I'll get you a towel.

[ But when he checks the cupboard, he doesn't have an extra. . . ]

Ah. I only have the one.

[He's still cute! It might not be soft, but he's more affectionate than he credits himself. Well, she's kind of the same. Such is the life of tsunderes.

He's not wrong about her being small either, he so easily rests his chin on her head.]

Small, or the right size? [She's joking, but she does slot here against him very neatly. She rubs his hip as he starts to leave, and she washes the rest of her, making sure she's free of all his juices and her hair is clean. It was quick, so the water is turned off just as he suggests he'll find her a towel.]

Oh! I mean, I'm as a fish right now, so I wouldn't need much to dry me with. So either you're suggesting we share, or I air dry. [But she's fine either way, she's in his hands right now.]

[ Ah fuck, does this mean she's gonna die if she's not in water for long? He scratches his head before crouching down to grab his pants. He just throws his underwear in the hamper but he does put his pants back on. She can take it off again later on. It's kind of getting chilly. He's also already created a hole in his pants for his tail, so it pops out easily, though it's dripping with water. ]

Can you do without water or does this mean we gotta keep fucking in the shower? [ That's so crude... but she sure as hell is up for it anyway, not at all showing any sign of embarrassment. He figures he can act this way around her. ]

'cause our skin's gonna turn into grapes too. That's pretty annoying. I mean, you look fine now, but I don't want to have to bring you to the hospital or somethin'.

[ With him done with the towel (his tail isn't dripping now!), he walks over to her to plop the towel on her head. They're gonna share :) ]

[Awww, he's already freaking out on her behalf. She really should explain to him how this all works so that it doesn't hurt. She actually does wonder if she's more fish, or there are parts of her that are not human, but rather, the other two suggested creatures.

Before that, however, old habits still die hard as she reddens harder than she already was.]

S-samatoki!! [How crude! Not that she didn't actually check him out the whole time he was pulling his pants on because even if he thinks in his brain that he's Samatoki-sama all of the time, he is very handsome and his body is stupidly attractive. After all, she did a sweep as he started to come over.]

Well, fortunately for the both of us, I don't need water to survive, so we can initiate [Ah.] things out of the water. I just seem to have a growing preference for the water, but in dry areas, I just feel like what I would if I were still in my normal form. I'll live.

[His tail is so cute now it's fluffed up again! She feels the weight of his towel on her head, and she looks up at him, before patting herself dry with the ends of it for now. She still needs to pat her hair dry, especially since it's so long.]

Thank you, you're too kind--...my clothes are still wet. [Does she even need clothes.]

[ He's gonna be worried!!! But his concern for the situation dies down some when she says she'll be fine. In fact, he laughs, because Vietnam getting a little flustered over Samatoki's impressive vocabulary is funny. ]

What? You can't go "S-Samatoki!!" after what happened. [ Be glad he didn't say "after I had your ***** (WE'RE CENSORING SHIT AGAIN) in my mouth". ]

I'll get a shirt. Is that enough?

[ With some distance between them as he's by the door frame, he looks back at her when he waits for the answer to his question. His head tilts to the side curiously, and it's obvious he's actually checking her out right now. ]

I don't want anyone else seeing you like this.

[He's so good! Except when he's laughing and she's puffing her cheeks in response. SAMATOKI!!]

Hnn...!!! Fine! I did say that we can keep going as well... [She's still embarrassed anyway, hiding half her face in the towel (and it smells like him, nice. Good job, strong sense of smell).]

Yes, a shirt is more than enough, truly! [It's probably long enough to cover the vital parts above her legs anyway, thanks to being a lot smaller than he is. And that he's pretty massive. Or at least she thinks so.

She's still drying the rest of her now as he starts to step out to retrieve his shirt, and she knows he's looking. Thinking about it, they haven't really explored each other's bodies completely yet.

Still, she might be moody and territorial because of the moon, but...] I don't want any one else seeing me like this either, I'm yours today. [If it wasn't obvious, it's rare she lets anyone fuck her face.]

[ Samatoki doesn't take long to fetch a shirt for Vietnam. It isn't a hawaiian shirt this time but a regular white v-neck t-shirt, loose and soft and perfect for just lounging around at home with. Plus, it's cheap and it came as a set with a grey and a black one.

He unfolds it once he's back in the bathroom and tries to put it on her head if she lets him. He's gonna try and take care of her as much as he can! It's not to say she can't do it herself, but besides his instincts of keeping her all to himself right now, this is just who he is. He looks out for people. His sense of loyalty is just something else. Like a dog. ]

Looks good on you.

[ He means it when he says it, too. It might just be a plain shirt, but there's more to it in his eyes. She really does look good. The wet look is great on her. ]

You wanted a tour?

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how are we at 40+ comments already... i'm so ashamed

oh my god we are..............sweats harder at them

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