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[He's so nice, even like this where the moon grabs them and changes them, he's still looking out for her. She steps in, and his presence is intense, flooding her new acute senses, wondering again how hard he could bite.

It's getting so hot that she has the same idea that hanging out in the bath would really cool her down.

But wait.]

I'm not sure how long I'll be in there. Or if I'll change at all.

[His back maybe facing hers, but in order to get his attention, she tries to reach out to him. Her fingers barely ghost his back when she realises she would lose control, and quickly swerves so that it pushes up against the door. Effectively, this sandwiches him in between her and that surface. Which, turns out worse for her, because she could just take him in.

She can't control it.]

We could go together. [It left her lips faster than she could think, and quickly she bites her tongue.] I meant to say! That you should go first.

[ He truly is sandwiched... and he swallows thickly before glancing at her from over his shoulder. Dammit. Even he looks a little troubled. He can feel his heart racing and blood rushing to parts of him that shouldn't need a surge of it now. Vietnam is small but dangerous, Samatoki concludes. Probably more dangerous than he can be... and he kind of wants to find out just what her limit might be. ]

You don't know what you're saying.

[ But, god. Please let him touch you, Vietnam. His body is aching for physical contact right now. He turns to fully face her now, their height difference more apparent by the pointy white ears on his head. The low grumble that comes from his throat is so obvious with their closed proximity. He could easily breathe her in, and the fact that his shaking hands have his nails digging into his palm just so he doesn't is a testament to just how badly he doesn't want to hurt her, to taint her, but he does want to dig his nails in her skin, taste her sweat, pull her hair... ]

But if you say it again, that means you know.

[Deities, if she looked at him as he tries to find her, she knows she might not be able to hold on. It's so strong now, his scent, the sweat that clings to his body and she could hear it the closer she is, the hammering inside of him that mirrors her. It echoes in her mind, how her chest beats in her ribcage, that she almost forgot about the tingling in her legs.

No, she glances. Finally drawing her eyes upwards, along the expanse of his back up to his head, so tall and strong. He's handsome, even when he's part wolf like this. She wants to feel him against her, and so her arms quiver as she tries to hold herself up.]

I do not?

[That voice, as he speaks. What happens when she tries to tear it out, then kiss his throat? There are a good many things that she would want to, bite until he growls or see how much he can make her bleed. It's all in the challenge, but also in how violently attractive he is to her right now.

So on her toes, as she can't keep it bottled up anymore, she whispers:]

Turn around and perhaps I will say it.

[ He does turn - he does as he's told, despite his defiant nature. She hasn't done anything for him to actively dislike her, so he's fine with doing as he's told. Beyond that, with the way she talks to him—she commands him—it feels like he's alive. If he could live on her voice and her orders alone, he likely wouldn't need Chroma in this place.

Once he's fully facing her, he places a hand on her shoulder. There's a little blood on his palm that bleeds into the cloth of what she's wearing, but it's just very little spots that would only be noticeable to the observant eye. ]

I need you to say it, because I don't know if I could hold this in any longer. I've been keeping to myself the whole day, but you had to come here.

[ He lets out a chuckle. It's beginning to dawn on him that she's feeling the same thing he is. She needs something just as much as he does. ]

So say it, so we can get this going.

[Fact, she does like it one someone listens to her. The more defiant they are, the more satisfying it is when they obey. And he does so, turning around, that she lets her eyes sweep over him in approval.

Still, when he touches her, it feels like her soul is set on fire. And she can smell it, the blood on his hand that's so close, she could almost taste it. And she wants to, thinking to herself how she could run her tongue over his palms to taste every drop. It's turning rather unbearable.]

I was able to control it. [She's disciplined, she's good. Controlled. Her hand moves, walking themselves over the centre of his shirt.] And then you really had to go change all of that, no? Very well.

[In a flash, she makes a grab for his collar so that she can yank him down, his lips close to hers for her to reply.]

Come, let's go together. Before I make you.

[ If Vietnam's touch could burn, Samatoki's shirt might be in ashes by now. It's not, but he feels like fire is choking his very skin that he wants it off.

He lets out a chuckle, pitch lower than the last. He doesn't move his face away from where she is, but he focuses his gaze on hers, making sure those red predatory eyes of his are on her and her alone. ]

It almost feels like you planned for this to happen. I'm not buying that demure persona of yours anymore.

[ Because he most certainly did. She's like a beautiful flower in the spring, he thinks, but today, it seems he misread her, much like he does with other people. (He's never going to learn his lesson.) ]

Hold tight. [ And the tighter the better. She might have a hold of his collar, but he's got his hands free. He scoops her up bridal style and heads for the bathroom, shuffling out of his shoes as he stalks towards the other room. ]

[One thing he could get off would be his clothes, she's almost sure. But impatience be damned, she's going to resist tearing it off of him because where they're heading? It's coming off very soon.

My, doesn't his laugh sound like music? But she still hits him lightly on the chest for denying her being so demure. His eyes burn so red, like a hunter, which is appropriate considering that he's the wolf, and she's the seafood (yeah I said it). But even mermaids have teeth.]

I'm very demure, mind. [She huffs a little, but he's not completely wrong either.] I didn't say I wasn't anything other, either. [It's what she is, both hot and cold, because even flowers can grow in the wildest of areas. But it wasn't like he received her life story, and she hasn't received his.] At least, I'm much more good than you are.

[She teases, but she does wrap her arms around him as he scoops her up, clinging on because she must hold on tightly as he carries her, but also because she wants to feel him close to her, a relief as his body warmth washes over. The sensation of closeness is so much, that she can't help it when she leans closer, running her lips over the side of his throat as he leads them to the bathroom.]

[ This really is a test of patience, and he's going to find a way to destroy the Sanguis moon later once he's satisfied, because of all this. Were he in a proper state of mind, he be this forward. He's an adult and he has needs, but to relieve them in such a crass manner... that's just not his style. ]

That's right. I'm a fucking bad boy.

[ ~~AND THEN MONICA JUMPED OFF A BUILDING~~

It's fortunate the door to the bathroom is slightly ajar, because all Samatoki has to do is kick it. He doesn't bother closing it because the moment they're in, he sets Vietnam down in the shower, with her clothes on, and gets the water running. Does he care that he's still in his clothes? No. Does he care that she's still in his clothes? No. They're going to get wet, anyway. What's the difference? ]

[Don't worry, she knows what this is like. She's not going to fault either them for it, with their instincts running wild because of a moon phase, however she doesn't want him punching the sky either. She'll ensure that he's properly taken out for food and a drink. Wining and dining, like one would before such things.

Also, did he really just admit to that? There's something to be said about a man who so confidently announces that he's downright bad, that it's rather attractive. It's probably because of how bold and brazen he is.]

Such a proclamation! [She runs one hand over a fluffy ear.] It's very, how do they say it. [Wait for it.] Hardcore.

[It's his place, so surely no one is going to barge in if he leaves his door open, right? She doesn't even give it though, until he sets he down, and the water started to run. She's not startled, but she does notice that they're fast getting wet and they haven't stripped out of their clothes yet.]

You're that impatient, no? [With the water running over her, her clothes start to stick, clinging onto the slender form of her body as she still tries to unbutton her shirt to ensure that it won't actually be in the way. At the same time, she feels the comfort of running water over her body, one that is more sensitive to moisture in the air.] You better get yours off before I finish.

[ There's nothing shy or subtle about Samatoki. Perhaps the moon is amplifying his bad boy image—it's definitely that—though, because he's not exactly this forward when it comes to intimacy.

That's the last thing on his mind right now, though. He's quick to unbutton his own shirt, too. One button's threads get snagged and he clicks his tongue in annoyance. He'll sew it back on later. His belt goes next once his shirt is off: unbuckle and pull. Then his pants—though his pants take some time, and he actually hops around on one foot trying to get it off. A string of curses leave his mouth as he hits the wall because they've stuck to his one leg.

... Fuck. ]

[It's true, even she's as demure as he said she was, as in she's so practical that she's not always so upfront. Thus, people calling her repressed.

Unlike him, who is in a hurry, she takes her clothes off diligently so that she could easily toss them aside, pulling her shirt and underwear off, and her skirt, being that it's much easier to wear such when your legs are moody. So when she turns to see him--

Oh, there he is again. An absolute loser. It's rather endearing.]

Hold on...

[She holds onto him now, supporting him before he tips over, and her hand glides to the side of his pants to try to tug it down. With her hand firm on his hip, it gives her the balance needed to lower herself down as she pushes his pants down, sliding it lower with her palm pressed against his thighs, up to his knees. Although, this doesn't help her, to see his body so close, with her breath spilling over his abdomen as she drinks it all in. All but tempting to lean in and kiss his navel. Fine, a light one.

With it at a comfortable height for him to pull his legs out, she looks up at him through her lashes.]

You can step out now.

[ He's supposed to feel embarrassed that this is happening—to have somebody help him out of his trousers—but he doesn't particularly care. Instead, as he lifts his leg out of his pants, freeing his skin, he lets out a: ]

Fucking finally!

[ It's too constricting. Everything is too constricting. He disposes of his underwear, too. There's now a pile of wet clothes on the other side of the bathroom, but it's nothing a little mopping won't fix. ]

Get up. [ It's not so much as a command. He even holds out a hand for her because he wants to help her. ] Let me give you what you want.

[Someone is feeling relief and actually, so is she. It gets them one step closer to finally getting somewhere, because a shower is waiting for them and she really just wants to sink her teeth into him already.

But she can't help but laugh softly when he finally gets it all off, and takes his offered hand, and stands herself up, a lift of her eyebrow as he so brazenly makes his claim.]

Oh? And what is it do you believe I want?

Something that'll make you come back, s'all.

[ There's not much time to admire Vietnam's bare state. He would, if he had the chance, but his body aches for contact so much that he decides to just do it later. With her standing up, he presses his body against hers as he walks forward, pinning her against the cold tiles of the bathroom. The water is hot, at least, but whether or not that helps her at all is something he won't know unless she vocalises herself.

Then, he dips down so his lips can reach her face. He kisses not her lips but places an open-mouthed kiss on her cheek, then bites her ear—not so soft, but not so rough, either—tongue flat against skin as he does.

His body feels so hot, and she'll be able to feel his erection just for her between her legs, but he doesn't seem to be keen on doing anything about that yet. He wants to run his hand in her hair first, weave his fingers in her long locks, hold her close, other hand on the back of her waist as his kisses go lower from the crook of her neck to her chest. ]

Well, you better really deliver, so that I won't be able to help myself.

[That sounds like a challenge, and if he wanted that, she's going to make sure it's not so easy. But truly, the only time she was able to admire him was when she helped him with his pants, as for now? She'll study his form through touch, she has decided.

The complexities of warm and cold mixes together, with his body so hot, the steam and the water soothingly warm, the tiles cold on her back. It's nice, drawing out her senses as he kisses her face, and she gasps with the solid edges of teeth tug at her ear, the texture of his tongue on her skin and she sinks against him. It makes up for not being able to kiss him, truly.

Her hands reach for his hair, gripping hard as he lowers his mouth, and perhaps it was a mistake to watch. The drops of water hang off his hair, dripping down his skin, looking ever so inviting that her fist clenches harder as the other makes its way to his back, nails trailing down his skin. He might be taking his time, and seeing it builds inside of her, that while she could feel his erection between her legs, he could start to feel her hips press closer to him, and that she was getting slick over his erection.]

[ She's so small. He finds that he can't... keep leaning down like this for long. His body is going to hurt otherwise, so... ]

Stay still. It's just me.

[ Someone Vietnam barely knows, for that matter, but it's his way of saying he won't hurt her. Even with his craving to hurt somebody right now, it wouldn't be her. He does, however, sink his teeth in a little in her skin. The crook of her neck becomes the victim of a pale red mark that would slowly end up becoming darker in shade. For now, it isn't so obvious.

Samatoki still doesn't kiss her lips. She could take him if she wants to, but he has other priorities, which is to make her feel good. That's all he's been wanting all along, to pleasure someone and be pleasured in return. He's not asking for much, is he? Her nails digging in his skin is electrifying. The Chroma flowing in him is the same, and all he can think of now is to keep going, because if he stops, then the good feeling will be gone. So he does keep going. Vietnam would still be able to reach his back even while he's on his knees. He kisses her chest, her breasts, one after the other, her navel, and then her groin. This time, his teeth are kept away from her skin, just lips this time to entice her get her excited for what's to come. ]

[She knows it's him, even if they've only met and she still wants to get to know him. Yes, even before this she had always wanted to, which was why she thought of him as someone she can rely on when she knocked on his door, knowing he was the closest to her proximity when she was out. She can trust him.]

I'm in your hands.

[And he, in hers, she wants to say. So her hand trails over his cheek, along his jaw, hisses as his teeth latches onto her flesh and knew it was going to mark. The first trophy of the night, and he has claimed it.

Vietnam chases after his lips, but he slides downwards that she never caught him, kissing the top of his hair before that, but shows her slight displeasure by sinking her nails deeper into his back. It rakes over his back as he moves onto his knees. Deities, everything about him feels good that she wonders if this was at all fair, that she wants to overwhelm him like he is doing her, that once his erection moves further away she's unable to touch him.

Very well, she'll be able to get him one way or another. She's patient. For now, she combs her fingers through his hair, over that fluffy white ear, encouraging him his lips already has an effect on her, her body feeling it jolt through her.]

[ She can get him one way or another for sure. They say you should save the best for last. Samatoki is definitely just the opening act. Let him have the impression that he's the one in control.

There's a reason he tells her to calm down though, and that's because he places one hand on her inner thigh so he can lift it and place it over his shoulder. He needs for her to find a sense of balance for what he's about to do, even though he's hungry and could easily just take her on the floor right then and there.

He can't think straight, but it's not something he realises, either. A wine and dine sort of session would be really good later on, because his need is far greater than common sense right now. And as he hovers over her clit, hot breath being puffed out as he tries to catch his breath, he looks up at her.

His eyes are glassy, clouded with lust, and he wants nothing more than for her to give him approval to begin. ]

[It's true, she's patient. And a switch, meaning if he wanted a chance to be a service top right now, who is she to deny him? Besides, it's a winning situation because indeed he really is getting her to relax a lot more than how she was wanting to chase after him.

She grips his hair to give herself the leverage needed when he lifts her leg to rest it over his shoulder, her back pressed harder against the cool tiles. She knows now what he's going for, that ravenous glint in his eyes as he teases her yet again, and the heat builds between her legs so heavily that she wonders why he just hasn't gone for it yet and feasted. Not the one where they get to eat food, apparently.

Ah, he's waiting for her. Part of her wanted to tell him to just go for it, but that other, more dignified(?) part still holds strong.]

I will allow it.

[But her voice cracks at the very last minute, a please because she wants to feel that pleasure take her over, nudging his head closer. It's already a disaster when you see a handsome man like that right between your legs.]

[ He closes his eyes and nods. It's silent. Solemn. Just the sounds of the water hitting the tiles could be heard.

He could eat her whole. Just slurp her ***** as if it was meant for him. (It's only censored because Samatoki tried to say something once in the drama tracks and it literally got bleeped... smh) He doesn't, though. He starts slow, placing a soft kiss on her sensitive nub so he can test the waters. He wants to see how she'll react to that first, to kisses followed by more kisses and every so often accompanied by the tip of his tongue flicking and tickling what he can of it.

Meanwhile, his hands grow hold of her tighter. Nails dig through skin as if he's the one getting pleasure out of this and he's slowly being pushed over the edge. He adjusts the one on her thigh so that she doesn't fall over while the other goes lower to the back of her knee for support. Admittedly, Samatoki's experience when it comes to this kind of contact is limited. It's more his animalistic senses in action right now.

His long lashes tickle her skin too as he works her up. Samatoki does have pretty, long, and thick ones. And as he continues to work on her with just his mouth, he blinks slowly but surely, eyes half-lidded when he looks up at her because look at what he's doing. Be happy that Samatoki-sama is giving you this kind of service. ]

[With the silence as is, only the echoing of water drops and that almost every motion, even noise he makes, she can hear it, honed in by her every sense because all she can see and feel right now is Samatoki(-sama?).

While he decides to censor something out because it's absolutely too nasty in this nasty thread because of something something self-control, his teasing at least elicits a reaction just as he wanted. A soft sigh, her head pressed back against the tiles, before she forces her head forward to watch as he quickly pepper her with kisses that builds on each pleasurable jolt.

The feeling of his nails, a sharp pain mixing in with all that pleasure, she wonders if it was something she enjoyed so greatly or it had something to do with the moon, but she sure did wonder if he would draw blood, if it would remind her of that hunger she had when she sensed his earlier. If she could grow any more ravenous at the idea of them digging into each other. The thought of it has her pressing her heel right into his back.

And yet there was that soft flutter of his eyelashes, so beautiful, he's beautiful, even if she can tell that lustful gaze he has there is because he's trying to display that he has the upper hand. Fine, that means he wants compliments, right?]

Aren't you good? [By that, she means isn't he a good boy? She even shows him this, brushing through his hair so warmly.] But I'm sure you can be better.

[ A low grumble reverberates in his throat when Samatoki feels her heel press against his skin. It's a reaction, or perhaps a sigh? He doesn't know. But that, accompanied by her saying he could be better says that she wants something else. She's telling him she wants something else.

It's a good move Vietnam does that for Samatoki would need things to be spelled out for him while he's in this state. It makes him close his eyes and hum as he continues to stimulate his partner's clit.

He thinks she's won't fall off now with her holding onto him the way that she is. He moves one hand her outer thigh inwards so that while his mouth is giving attention to one part of her, a finger of his slip into her entrance without so much as permission, distraction, or advise. It's not like he needed to say anything. She had given him approval earlier on. ]

[That's right, with her legs supported in a way, hooked over him, and her back firmly planted against the wall, she'll be fine. Which means she knows it's fine for him to really escalate things if he truly wished. Or perhaps she was urging him to.

He responded in kind, and the intrusion of his finger was a welcoming one, her groaning wistfully after as she could feel herself fill up as he continues to pleasure her clit. It takes everything to stop her hips from swaying, an attempt to ride his finger and encourage his mouth to continue.

At least she manages to get a hold of herself, and so scratches behind his ear. A disruption or an attempt to reward him, who knows. But he can't see now with his eyes closed, how her eyes widen in excitement as she looks at him.]

[ Samatoki considers the scratches a reward. His tail, fur sticking to his skin and seemingly smaller than it is when dry stands up and slowly moves from side to side. In turn, he responds by being a bit more fervent as he licks her and pushing his finger into her just a little further until it's his knuckles left exposed.

He then begins to move his finger out, adding in another one without warning when he pushes it back in. There's no preparation at all, and if Vietnam were to feel any pain, he'd at least know.

And probably revel in it. ]

[Good, because she'll continue to scratch behind his ears. Or at least, there is an attempt made, because when she thought he was going to move his finger with ease, he's thrusted in another with it, and not only that, both in deep. It fills her up, stretching against her walls that her whole body tenses against him and she cries out, muffled only when she bites down to attempt to silence herself.

She can't let him see her emotions in turmoil. Not just yet.

But it was a second too late anyway, so perhaps he better make good on that as she yanks his hair, just a bit so that if he opens his eyes, he can see her.]

That's all? You better go harder. [Even when she's bottom, look at that top energy. At least she loosens her hands again for him to work.]

SWEATS AT HIM, MORE

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