[ Samatoki's breath is ragged when he speaks again. He's not really in the mood to talk, if his slurred speech is anything to go by. They say that a sign of addiction to something is slurred speech. Perhaps in this case, it's Vietnam's scent Samatoki is addicted to. ]
Take it off.
[ He's seen her naked. It's fine if he asks it in that way, right? At least he hasn't said "tits". . . but he does want to feel her nipples rub against his skin while he seeks fulfilment from his cock hitting her inner walls over and over. ]
[He's struggling to speak, and soon, she's sure she'll be too. Words get harder when one is breathless, but also when moans and groans get in the way of speech. But hearing him is a whole different level, to know that she has this kind of effect on him is empowering. She doesn't want it to end.]
As you wish. Hold me tight.
[As he promised, before. So she fulfils his request, leaning enough so that she could let him go, holding onto the ends of his shirt before she starts to pull it off, slowly as he continues to thrust into her. The fabric sways because of this, and as she exposes her body, he'll be able to see the effects of how he fucks her, her body bouncing and curving with each stroke.
She pulls the shirt off, discards it behind her once her hair shakes free, and immediately wraps her arms around him, so desperately wanting to feel his bare skin against hers with all that wicked friction.]
[ With her shirt off and with her clinging onto him again, Samatoki leans forward. In turn, his cock hits her at a different angle, which is more than fine because he can feel her better like this. He does this to find her neck, though, and she'll be able to feel that he's smiling with the way his lips are curved. But it only lasts a while because he sinks his mouth into her neck, teeth clinging onto skin as he sucks on the crook to make a mark.
He's close, and he'd like to think that so is she. He just wants to mark her again before he finishes. He's racing against himself. ]
[It feels so much more now that she can feel him against her body, the way he's hitting inside of her this overpowering experience as she rolls her body against his when he lets gravity do its work. The heat is really getting to her now, her mind clouding over with pleasure and her eyes so dark as she starts to grow closer.
She hisses as his teeth sinks into her skin, a mark that he dare gave her, and so she'll bare it with pride. But the feeling of pain stirring with the shockwaves that flows throughout her, has her clutch onto his back, nails digging in so deep as her body starts to tense up, teetering off the edge of her climax.]
[ Hearing his name pushes him to push into her with more force. Flesh slaps against flesh. Such lewd sounds could be heard from outside if one were to listen close to the walls. At least they aren't on a bed where the bed could potentially break from all the shaking. Werewolves and vampires tend to do that... at least, that's what Twilight taught us. ]
Say it again.
[ He tries to keep it together, delaying his own orgasm just so he can push Vietnam to her limits first. He wants to tire her, to hear his name escape her lips as if it's the only thing that can save her now. ]
[With one mention of his name, and he moves like that? Never mind werewolves and vampires, their newly boosted superstrength really is going to destroy the kitchen bench very soon. Take that, Edward Cullen.
Still, it's enough to really push her, where she cries out, breathing broken and desperately trying to keep holding onto him. Nails rake down his back, and she knows exactly what he's going for with that request. And she also knows that he's struggling to keep going as well.
A tiny smile reaches her lips, and she leans closer to whisper to his ear, completely breathless, a husky whisper:]
Samatoki.
[It was all that she can bear. He hits her again right at that very moment and she feels it coming, a luscious sensation rushing through her and she curves against him as she tightens hard around him, latching onto him, walls closing down, and while she didn't want to? Guess she couldn't help but cry out his name again.]
Vietnam will hear him growl against her ear, possessive as it is aggressive. Then, he shows a toothy grin to her skin as his thrusts get more erratic. The pain he feels from her nails is amazing—it lights a flame in him that he never knew even existed. It's more pleasure than pain at this point, and for that, he's thankful.
His seed spills into Vietnam once he can't control it anymore, a lot wilder than the last. There aren't any windows in the kitchen, and Samatoki's eyes have closed by this point, but he's able to see stars. He rides it out though, continuing to grind into her until he can no longer release anything and then he stills. His head rests on her shoulder, while his arms, a little wobbly as they may be from his climax, keeps hold of her. He will let her down once she wants to. For now, he needs to catch his breath. They're going to need another shower later for sure... ]
[An beastly rumble next to her ear, it drives her further under as she trembles against him, and her climax has nothing to come down when he continues to thrust, her eyes clouding over and then finally he realises. It feels hot, so slick as he pumps inside of her, something he was so worried about before and now he's allowed to do so freely. And it's so good, since he is relentless and she does everything to tighten around him to squeeze his orgasm, ride him until they ease down from their high.
But it was some kind of high, she has to admit. She takes a moment to catch her breath, feeling like she held it for so long. She leans back, making sure she's firm against the counter, so that she can pull him with her to use her to rest against. The tension in her body wasn't kicking in yet, and she knows she can recover from it fast. But for now, she opts to smooth the hair sticking to his face from sweat, leaning her head on top of his and then kisses his neck.]
[ Samatoki stays silent for a good few seconds, mulling over the recent happenings once his brain's finally started working again. It feels warm, and he slowly pulls out of her before setting her down on the floor, feet planted safely. His breathing is still heavy, because even though it was just a few minutes, there was still a considerable amount of physical effort. Not to mention, his arms feel a little sore. He needs to stretch.
And he needs to clean up the floor. His kitchen's dirty with their fluids and Samatoki just kind of laughs at it. Laughs at them. ]
You've only seen the kitchen and the living room. [ Because he can still go for more if she's up for it later on.
A puff of a laugh escapes him and he fixes her hair, tucking a part of it behind her ear. ]
Not to think you're weak or anything, but you wanna sit down for a bit? [ He'd be one for pillow talk, but he's more into sex rather than the intimacy of it right now. Oops. ] We made a mess.
[It's not just his arms that were going to be tired, her legs feel a bit of the strain considering how she had to keep it stiff and firm in order to keep herself supported up against him. So when he sets her down, she shakes, just a little, before standing upright again.
There is a mess on the floor, they're a mess, and somehow his shirt remained intact because of how they discarded if midway, but she's sure it's covered in a bit of sweat from earlier. All in all, more baths needed, not that she minded at all.
She laughs awkwardly.] Well...you can still show me around.
[Soon anyway, considering that even if he's not in the mood for pillow talk, he's always so sweet and affectionate after a session. It's really endearing, actually, so she reaches up to scratch behind his ears after smoothing out his hair.]
I don't mind sitting if it's with you. [Basically, as long as she can bask in his company (whether or not make outs and boning), she'll be pleased.] But ah, after all of this, I'll help you clean up. It's partly my fault too. Mostly your fault.
[ Samatoki turns to pour Vietnam another glass of water. Maybe it's just ingrained in him to take care of people. He's an older brother, after all, and after his parents died, he had to be the one to take care of his sister. He grew up thinking not only for himself but for the people around him, too. ]
Come on. I'll get you warmer clothes to wear.
[ He also needs to put Vietnam's clothes in the dryer... He'll do that once Vietnam's relaxed and seated. For now, he'll lead her to his bedroom, still just as minimalistic and still as practical as his living and cooking areas. The closet isn't full, there's about five or so button down shirts, a couple jackets, a couple pair of pants, and some clothes to wear in his apartment.
The shirt's probably fine for her to wear, he thinks, so he just pulls out a pair of lounge pants. Obviously, they're big on her, but it's garterised that it shouldn't fall off on her. She can also tie the strings should she want to. ]
[With the glass in both her hands, she starts to drink it down, keeping hydrated because it's important in case it has anything to do with what she is now. Samatoki certainly knows how to dote on a girl that it makes her feel...well, more normal. That being said, if it's ingrained in him to care for others, who's taking care of him? She'll make sure that she'll be one of those people.
Putting the glass down, she grabs his shirt and quickly follows him, heading to his bedroom which, despite it being minimalist, looks quite cozy. There was something about it that was inviting, whether or not there was that buzzing sound in the back of her head that kept trying to encourage her to jump him.
Rest first, surely, he asked too. So when he retrieves the pants for her, she thinks to herself how he cares for those around him, all over again. Even after a moment where their emotions run on hyperdrive.
She could joke about how it's impossible to feel cold if they couldn't keep their hands off each other, but is she so bold?]
Thank you...[She holds the pants to herself first before slipping it on, tying it much tighter around her tiny waist, the ends of the pants pooling around her feet, before she slips his shirt back on.] I suppose this is to make it harder for you. [To get her naked. She's joking.] It's really warm.
[ Samatoki's more focused now on what he (think he) owns. If Vietnam is staying until they're both out, then he has to take care of her, even if he's more of a wolf right now than anything else. ]
But yeah. This is the place. Get comfortable. I'll clean up.
[ Before he passes her, he places a hand on her head. It's akin to a headpat, but he doesn't ruffle her hair or anything. He just wants to feel like she's there. ]
[When he's not completely horny he's very cute? Help? That's pure?]
It's much more comfortable this way. [She would've twirled on the spot but her legs are still tired. Also, it wouldn't be too bad to be owned by him at the moment only because this is his place. But no one owns her. So guess it's her being as rebellious as a cat.
She pushes on her toes, just so she can nudge his hand with her head.]
[ He's still horny but pls he respects women too much................
Okay, maybe he'll ruffle her hair. She's asking for it when he nudges his hand. He pulls away, though. ]
All good. I've cleaned up worse messes than this.
[ He doesn't actually mean anything sexual by that, but he does have a small and sympathetic smile when he says it. He's just experienced a lot, that's all. And that includes cleaning up puddles of blood and all :') ]
But if you wanna stay close, I ain't gonna complain.
[ If they chill on the couch and watch TV, she can ride him :) His thirst will be quenched, plus she'll actually be on top!!??!? What a prospect. ]
Sure... come on. I'm gonna get some towels.
[ Back to the bathroom he goes. He gets towels from the cupboard and actually. . . puts his clothes in the laundry, and Vietnam's in the dryer. Oops. It'll try later than intended, but is that really such a bad thing right now?
He tosses a towel to Vietnam. ]
Wet it and then wipe soap on it. You can take care of the counter in the kitchen. I'll do the floor.
[Guess this must happen now because she has to. They haven't broken in the couch yet? Please. Or the bed. Both.]
Alright!
[And so she follows, keeping the pants up as she does, and looks as he tosses their clothes in for more laundry. She doesn't mind, anyway, if she'll be staying here for the time being. And then she catches the towel.]
Understood. [And then she suds the towel up.] It's ready, so whenever you are, let's go.
[ Both? Both. Vietnam will have a mental checklist for this and Samatoki can agonise about it later on. Once his towel is ready too, he leads her to the kitchen. There's not much of a mess, but their fluids are on the floor. There's a little on the counter from where Vietnam was sat, but both can easily be wiped and cleaned!
Samatoki doesn't waste time in crouching down to start cleaning. His tail is surprisingly up, being able to smell Vietnam like this is a little odd but also enticing. ]
[Both. It's true, she's making sure there's a whole list because she's organised! Meanwhile, back to the kitchen. With the mess there as is, she's taking the counter as he suggested. It's not much of a mess, so it's not like she had much to clean. Still, she ran the towel over the fluids, seeing how he cleans the mess. It's cute, how his tail stands up, and she can't help but look.
On the other hand, she wonders now what she could do if the mess is less than on the floor. So she does scrub up and down the cabinets, just to ensure that she gets everything. Her body arches, only because she's also trying to look at him. There isn't any seduction here considering she knows how she looks in his pants. Oversized.
On the other hand, don't mind her looking at him. Not to mention, with their fluids so close like this, she doesn't smell just him, she smells what they just did, and it already fires up her senses.]
[ His eyes flicker over to her every so often, but he's been doing his best to control himself. He doesn't want to just jump her at every given opportunity, after all.
It would be nice, though ... He's just not sure she'd appreciate that. She's not exactly bursting with energy or throwing herself at him. ]
Hm? [ When their eyes meet, he hums in question, wondering what she's looking at him for. ] What's up?
[They need to finish their task first before any jumping follows. Call it...a reward. It's a good thing she's able to control herself for now.
She says this, but she wouldn't mind at all if they were distracted, considering how her current disposition seems to get a kick out of these kinds of interruptions. Something about it fuels her, like their animalistic ways just get a kick out of it.
And then she noted that their eyes have met. How honest should she be? Well, since she has a lot of strange confidence right now...]
I just thought you look rather cute. And handsome.
[ That just makes Samatoki lets out a chuckle before he turns and heads to the bathroom to get rid of the towels. Once he's back, he heads to the living room to plop on the couch. Manspreading? He totally is, but his arm is already stretched on the backrest, inviting her to have his arm wrapped around her when she sits. ]
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Take it off.
[ He's seen her naked. It's fine if he asks it in that way, right? At least he hasn't said "tits". . . but he does want to feel her nipples rub against his skin while he seeks fulfilment from his cock hitting her inner walls over and over. ]
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As you wish. Hold me tight.
[As he promised, before. So she fulfils his request, leaning enough so that she could let him go, holding onto the ends of his shirt before she starts to pull it off, slowly as he continues to thrust into her. The fabric sways because of this, and as she exposes her body, he'll be able to see the effects of how he fucks her, her body bouncing and curving with each stroke.
She pulls the shirt off, discards it behind her once her hair shakes free, and immediately wraps her arms around him, so desperately wanting to feel his bare skin against hers with all that wicked friction.]
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He's close, and he'd like to think that so is she. He just wants to mark her again before he finishes. He's racing against himself. ]
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She hisses as his teeth sinks into her skin, a mark that he dare gave her, and so she'll bare it with pride. But the feeling of pain stirring with the shockwaves that flows throughout her, has her clutch onto his back, nails digging in so deep as her body starts to tense up, teetering off the edge of her climax.]
Samatoki...
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Say it again.
[ He tries to keep it together, delaying his own orgasm just so he can push Vietnam to her limits first. He wants to tire her, to hear his name escape her lips as if it's the only thing that can save her now. ]
fine u can have this icon again
Still, it's enough to really push her, where she cries out, breathing broken and desperately trying to keep holding onto him. Nails rake down his back, and she knows exactly what he's going for with that request. And she also knows that he's struggling to keep going as well.
A tiny smile reaches her lips, and she leans closer to whisper to his ear, completely breathless, a husky whisper:]
Samatoki.
[It was all that she can bear. He hits her again right at that very moment and she feels it coming, a luscious sensation rushing through her and she curves against him as she tightens hard around him, latching onto him, walls closing down, and while she didn't want to? Guess she couldn't help but cry out his name again.]
Just as planned :)
Vietnam will hear him growl against her ear, possessive as it is aggressive. Then, he shows a toothy grin to her skin as his thrusts get more erratic. The pain he feels from her nails is amazing—it lights a flame in him that he never knew even existed. It's more pleasure than pain at this point, and for that, he's thankful.
His seed spills into Vietnam once he can't control it anymore, a lot wilder than the last. There aren't any windows in the kitchen, and Samatoki's eyes have closed by this point, but he's able to see stars. He rides it out though, continuing to grind into her until he can no longer release anything and then he stills. His head rests on her shoulder, while his arms, a little wobbly as they may be from his climax, keeps hold of her. He will let her down once she wants to. For now, he needs to catch his breath. They're going to need another shower later for sure... ]
I SEE
But it was some kind of high, she has to admit. She takes a moment to catch her breath, feeling like she held it for so long. She leans back, making sure she's firm against the counter, so that she can pull him with her to use her to rest against. The tension in her body wasn't kicking in yet, and she knows she can recover from it fast. But for now, she opts to smooth the hair sticking to his face from sweat, leaning her head on top of his and then kisses his neck.]
Admittedly, that was something.
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And he needs to clean up the floor. His kitchen's dirty with their fluids and Samatoki just kind of laughs at it. Laughs at them. ]
You've only seen the kitchen and the living room. [ Because he can still go for more if she's up for it later on.
A puff of a laugh escapes him and he fixes her hair, tucking a part of it behind her ear. ]
Not to think you're weak or anything, but you wanna sit down for a bit? [ He'd be one for pillow talk, but he's more into sex rather than the intimacy of it right now. Oops. ] We made a mess.
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There is a mess on the floor, they're a mess, and somehow his shirt remained intact because of how they discarded if midway, but she's sure it's covered in a bit of sweat from earlier. All in all, more baths needed, not that she minded at all.
She laughs awkwardly.] Well...you can still show me around.
[Soon anyway, considering that even if he's not in the mood for pillow talk, he's always so sweet and affectionate after a session. It's really endearing, actually, so she reaches up to scratch behind his ears after smoothing out his hair.]
I don't mind sitting if it's with you. [Basically, as long as she can bask in his company (whether or not make outs and boning), she'll be pleased.] But ah, after all of this, I'll help you clean up. It's partly my fault too. Mostly your fault.
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Come on. I'll get you warmer clothes to wear.
[ He also needs to put Vietnam's clothes in the dryer... He'll do that once Vietnam's relaxed and seated. For now, he'll lead her to his bedroom, still just as minimalistic and still as practical as his living and cooking areas. The closet isn't full, there's about five or so button down shirts, a couple jackets, a couple pair of pants, and some clothes to wear in his apartment.
The shirt's probably fine for her to wear, he thinks, so he just pulls out a pair of lounge pants. Obviously, they're big on her, but it's garterised that it shouldn't fall off on her. She can also tie the strings should she want to. ]
You'll catch a cold otherwise.
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Putting the glass down, she grabs his shirt and quickly follows him, heading to his bedroom which, despite it being minimalist, looks quite cozy. There was something about it that was inviting, whether or not there was that buzzing sound in the back of her head that kept trying to encourage her to jump him.
Rest first, surely, he asked too. So when he retrieves the pants for her, she thinks to herself how he cares for those around him, all over again. Even after a moment where their emotions run on hyperdrive.
She could joke about how it's impossible to feel cold if they couldn't keep their hands off each other, but is she so bold?]
Thank you...[She holds the pants to herself first before slipping it on, tying it much tighter around her tiny waist, the ends of the pants pooling around her feet, before she slips his shirt back on.] I suppose this is to make it harder for you. [To get her naked. She's joking.] It's really warm.
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[ So... guess who doesn't get it. ]
You can't exactly walk around in just a shirt.
[ Samatoki's more focused now on what he (think he) owns. If Vietnam is staying until they're both out, then he has to take care of her, even if he's more of a wolf right now than anything else. ]
But yeah. This is the place. Get comfortable. I'll clean up.
[ Before he passes her, he places a hand on her head. It's akin to a headpat, but he doesn't ruffle her hair or anything. He just wants to feel like she's there. ]
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It's much more comfortable this way. [She would've twirled on the spot but her legs are still tired. Also, it wouldn't be too bad to be owned by him at the moment only because this is his place. But no one owns her. So guess it's her being as rebellious as a cat.
She pushes on her toes, just so she can nudge his hand with her head.]
Are you sure you don't want me to help?
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Okay, maybe he'll ruffle her hair. She's asking for it when he nudges his hand. He pulls away, though. ]
All good. I've cleaned up worse messes than this.
[ He doesn't actually mean anything sexual by that, but he does have a small and sympathetic smile when he says it. He's just experienced a lot, that's all. And that includes cleaning up puddles of blood and all :') ]
But if you wanna stay close, I ain't gonna complain.
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Her hair is mussed up!! But it's cute so she'll let him. And she even beams a bit there.]
Well, it was a mess I made as well, so I do not mind helping. It saves us time, no?
[For his thirst to be quenched after.]
So, I think I'll come along. We can relax in bed after, no?
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Sure... come on. I'm gonna get some towels.
[ Back to the bathroom he goes. He gets towels from the cupboard and actually. . . puts his clothes in the laundry, and Vietnam's in the dryer. Oops. It'll try later than intended, but is that really such a bad thing right now?
He tosses a towel to Vietnam. ]
Wet it and then wipe soap on it. You can take care of the counter in the kitchen. I'll do the floor.
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Alright!
[And so she follows, keeping the pants up as she does, and looks as he tosses their clothes in for more laundry. She doesn't mind, anyway, if she'll be staying here for the time being. And then she catches the towel.]
Understood. [And then she suds the towel up.] It's ready, so whenever you are, let's go.
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Samatoki doesn't waste time in crouching down to start cleaning. His tail is surprisingly up, being able to smell Vietnam like this is a little odd but also enticing. ]
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On the other hand, she wonders now what she could do if the mess is less than on the floor. So she does scrub up and down the cabinets, just to ensure that she gets everything. Her body arches, only because she's also trying to look at him. There isn't any seduction here considering she knows how she looks in his pants. Oversized.
On the other hand, don't mind her looking at him. Not to mention, with their fluids so close like this, she doesn't smell just him, she smells what they just did, and it already fires up her senses.]
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It would be nice, though ... He's just not sure she'd appreciate that. She's not exactly bursting with energy or throwing herself at him. ]
Hm? [ When their eyes meet, he hums in question, wondering what she's looking at him for. ] What's up?
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She says this, but she wouldn't mind at all if they were distracted, considering how her current disposition seems to get a kick out of these kinds of interruptions. Something about it fuels her, like their animalistic ways just get a kick out of it.
And then she noted that their eyes have met. How honest should she be? Well, since she has a lot of strange confidence right now...]
I just thought you look rather cute. And handsome.
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[ Please don't take his ass virginity, Vietnam...
He finally gets up after that and holds his other hand out. ]
The towel. [ He'll just dump it in the bathroom sink for now and actually wash them later... Vietnam is waiting for him, after all. uwu ]
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[That's a butt she's going to pat one day, just you wait.
She offers him the towel when he asks for it, and then straightens up to place her hand on his back as thanks.]
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[ That just makes Samatoki lets out a chuckle before he turns and heads to the bathroom to get rid of the towels. Once he's back, he heads to the living room to plop on the couch. Manspreading? He totally is, but his arm is already stretched on the backrest, inviting her to have his arm wrapped around her when she sits. ]
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