[ 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. ]
It is the best way for a good girl to convey her feelings.
[She's about as good as one could get. And so once he returns, she does hop over to sit next to him. Typically, she still sits in the most elegant way possible (unlike his manspreading) and slides her head over his shoulder for him to wrap his arm around hers. Her hand slides over his thigh, warming stroking.]
[ He's laughing, though. That's just about the most amusing thing he's heard all day.
Now that Vietnam's actually so close and they aren't doing anything (for now), though, he's able to observe her up close. How her eyelashes curve, how his shirt fits her and draws small curves along her body, the red spots he's made on her, ah. . . and then the pants. . . they don't look good on her. ]
[For now. She can see him looking at her, and she does the same, following his gaze for the moment before reaching over his body to get the remote control. See if he can follow that as she curves closer, pressing up against him. Oversized pants and all.
With lips too close to his neck:] Background noise it is.
[ Samatoki's arm slips downwards from the back rest until his hand is on her waist. He decides to keep her against him, but she can move away if she wants to. ]
[A good thing he starts shifting his hand too, because it makes it easier for her to reach for the remote, and then turning just slight, her arm under the other to face the device properly, she turns the television on, switching the channels. Flicking through it until she finds something suitable, which happens to be some really boring B grade movies. Meaning their attention won't actually be captured.]
Well, that will do.
[With his arm on her waist, her pressed against him it makes it easier for her to throw her leg over his thighs to properly straddle him. She might be small, but she's in the way.]
[ Wait— he's pretty sure he hasn't told anybody about the whole rap thing... ]
You hear that from Riou?
[ He sets the shirt to the side. Then looks at her. She's already started trying to turn him on again, so he may as well do the same. Though he's slow for now, observing what he has in front of him as his hands rest on the bare skin of her waist. ]
[Shirt cleared, she moves in to kiss him on the chest as he rests his hands on her waist, lifting up her hips because the pants has to go too. Of course, she's trying to make him work for it first, so she gives him a look of encouragement before kissing along his jaw.]
Aah, yeah. I'm the leader of Mad Trigger Crew. We own Yokohama... most of it, anyway.
[ He laughs. Losing to Matenrou was terrible but MTC did their best. Samatoki's not gonna cry over spilled milk. ]
You should be so lucky you're with a rap god right now.
[ HELP ME...
He reaches for her chin. She could kiss him on the lips too, you know. And he'd much prefer that, even though other parts of his skin are sensitive, too. But he only gives her a hungry kiss once, sloppy, before he's the one who goes for her neck, kissing the crook of it and licking the skin. This is just to start her up and get her going, but he doubts he needs to do much for that. ]
I've been to Yokohama many times. There is a large diaspora of my people there. [One of the many largest ones too! If only she knew about how he got beaten by older men.]
Rap god, hmm? You're going to have to prove it.
[Seriously, she wants to hear one day. But there, she kisses him, her hunger already building up. Yet he pulls away, and with her neck ravished she hooks her fingers on the waistband of the pants to pull it all the way down her legs. Or at least to her knees, first, since she needs to lift.
If he's trying to start her up again, it's working if by the way she breathes next to his ear, head tilting back to relish it.]
With the Hypnosis Mic? You're either gonna get hurt or you're gonna want me even more.
[ Man, he'd much rather kiss her. He helps her up, lifting her a little so she can remove his pants off quickly and properly.
He watches her though, then leans forward to pepper kisses on one of her breasts. Featherlight, teasing, then he sucks on her right nipple. Once she eases back onto him, he uses his other hand to work his own pants off. He's getting excited now. ]
I've never experienced it, but it might not work on me. Or, well...I don't mind wanting you more when I already do.
[It's true, she'd rather kiss him at the moment, so get rid of those pants right now. Once they're gone, she straightens, just for him to have more room to target her breasts, a soft sigh through her lips as she feels the wetness of his mouth around her nipple.
She's still propped up on her knees, trying to help him work his pants off of him, or at least enough to free him of his restraints enough for her to wrap her hand around his cock.]
[ With Vietnam leading in taking his pants off, Samatoki's able to concentrate on kissing her breast, licking it and sucking on the nub playfully. It shouldn't hurt—still the last thing he'd like to do, especially this particular spot of hers. Then he uses his other hand for balance as he pulls himself up from the couch just a little bit. There's enough space for her to bring his pants down, enough to release his half hard cock.
It wasn't as restricting, but he does feel a little better. He sighs against her skin, and were it made of glass, it would be misting.
With his hand back her waist, he moves to her other breast, not intending to let any part of her feel neglected. ]
[A minor distraction from talking when he continues to lavish attention onto her breasts, her nipples hardening under the motions of his tongue. It takes skill to pull his pants off enough up until his knees where it could be easily kicked off, if he wished.
With that out of the way, and his attention on both breasts that she could feel herself quivering under his touch, her chest arches towards him to seek it out, but also to ensure that her arms aren't in the way as she reaches for him, taking in something half hard and starts to slowly stroke.]
[ His lips quirk into a smile when he hears her moan. It's encouragement, even more so when her hand wraps around his cock and she begins to pump him.
It makes his eyes close and his ears flop down. If Samatoki were actually a mad dog, he would be showing his belly to Vietnam by now. Please continue to stroke him. The downside to this is that his concentration is shot. His bites and kisses turn into licks because of this, and the tip of his tongue draws a circle around her areola with wet saliva. ]
Ride me, [ he whispers against her skin. He wants to see her properly now. ]
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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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[She's about as good as one could get. And so once he returns, she does hop over to sit next to him. Typically, she still sits in the most elegant way possible (unlike his manspreading) and slides her head over his shoulder for him to wrap his arm around hers. Her hand slides over his thigh, warming stroking.]
Would you like to watch something?
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[ He's laughing, though. That's just about the most amusing thing he's heard all day.
Now that Vietnam's actually so close and they aren't doing anything (for now), though, he's able to observe her up close. How her eyelashes curve, how his shirt fits her and draws small curves along her body, the red spots he's made on her, ah. . . and then the pants. . . they don't look good on her. ]
We would for the background noise.
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[For now. She can see him looking at her, and she does the same, following his gaze for the moment before reaching over his body to get the remote control. See if he can follow that as she curves closer, pressing up against him. Oversized pants and all.
With lips too close to his neck:] Background noise it is.
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Pick whatever you wanna watch.
[ "Watch", anyway. ]
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Well, that will do.
[With his arm on her waist, her pressed against him it makes it easier for her to throw her leg over his thighs to properly straddle him. She might be small, but she's in the way.]
Am I covering what you're watching?
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You are, but I'm not complainin'.
[ Now two of his hands hold her by the waist. She really is small, isn't she? He lets out an amused snort at that. ]
You already want more?
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Really? I guess I should consider myself fortunate.
[She rests her arms onto his shoulders, shifting casually closer, their hips joined. But no movement. Yet.]
I will have to warn you. With my natural gifts, I happen to have a lot of stamina. Can you keep up?
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hEHEHEH]It's gonna be hella embarrassing if I don't.
[ Unfortunately, he's only human so he'll end up being exhausted eventually, though. ]
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PUTTING THIS DOWN FOR NEEDING ALL HER EQUIPMENT...SOON.]My! You're rather impressive, no?
[For a human, anyway. She leans in and kisses him on the curve of his neck.]
At the same time, we have already clothed ourselves again.
[Or at least, she is.]
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NEXT TIME ;) ;) ;)]I gotta be.
[ He demands a lot of respect from people, after all. Samatoki should be a sham if he wasn't impressive in more ways than one. ]
That's fine. Not a big deal.
[ Because he seems to like undressing her?? Yeah.. Definitely that. And now, his hands end up on the ends of his shirt on her and pulls it up. ]
Hands up. Don't hurt your head.
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RUBS HANDS LIKE FLY]I guess that's what you get for being a rap god. [She heard from Riou, okay.]
But if you have a plan...
[As he suggested, she lifts her arms. If he likes to undress her, who is she to refuse? It's fun, rather.]
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You hear that from Riou?
[ He sets the shirt to the side. Then looks at her. She's already started trying to turn him on again, so he may as well do the same. Though he's slow for now, observing what he has in front of him as his hands rest on the bare skin of her waist. ]
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I did! He told me you were his leader.
[Shirt cleared, she moves in to kiss him on the chest as he rests his hands on her waist, lifting up her hips because the pants has to go too. Of course, she's trying to make him work for it first, so she gives him a look of encouragement before kissing along his jaw.]
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[ He laughs. Losing to Matenrou was terrible but MTC did their best. Samatoki's not gonna cry over spilled milk. ]
You should be so lucky you're with a rap god right now.
[ HELP ME...
He reaches for her chin. She could kiss him on the lips too, you know. And he'd much prefer that, even though other parts of his skin are sensitive, too. But he only gives her a hungry kiss once, sloppy, before he's the one who goes for her neck, kissing the crook of it and licking the skin. This is just to start her up and get her going, but he doubts he needs to do much for that. ]
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Rap god, hmm? You're going to have to prove it.
[Seriously, she wants to hear one day. But there, she kisses him, her hunger already building up. Yet he pulls away, and with her neck ravished she hooks her fingers on the waistband of the pants to pull it all the way down her legs. Or at least to her knees, first, since she needs to lift.
If he's trying to start her up again, it's working if by the way she breathes next to his ear, head tilting back to relish it.]
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[ Man, he'd much rather kiss her. He helps her up, lifting her a little so she can remove his pants off quickly and properly.
He watches her though, then leans forward to pepper kisses on one of her breasts. Featherlight, teasing, then he sucks on her right nipple. Once she eases back onto him, he uses his other hand to work his own pants off. He's getting excited now. ]
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[It's true, she'd rather kiss him at the moment, so get rid of those pants right now. Once they're gone, she straightens, just for him to have more room to target her breasts, a soft sigh through her lips as she feels the wetness of his mouth around her nipple.
She's still propped up on her knees, trying to help him work his pants off of him, or at least enough to free him of his restraints enough for her to wrap her hand around his cock.]
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[ With Vietnam leading in taking his pants off, Samatoki's able to concentrate on kissing her breast, licking it and sucking on the nub playfully. It shouldn't hurt—still the last thing he'd like to do, especially this particular spot of hers. Then he uses his other hand for balance as he pulls himself up from the couch just a little bit. There's enough space for her to bring his pants down, enough to release his half hard cock.
It wasn't as restricting, but he does feel a little better. He sighs against her skin, and were it made of glass, it would be misting.
With his hand back her waist, he moves to her other breast, not intending to let any part of her feel neglected. ]
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[A minor distraction from talking when he continues to lavish attention onto her breasts, her nipples hardening under the motions of his tongue. It takes skill to pull his pants off enough up until his knees where it could be easily kicked off, if he wished.
With that out of the way, and his attention on both breasts that she could feel herself quivering under his touch, her chest arches towards him to seek it out, but also to ensure that her arms aren't in the way as she reaches for him, taking in something half hard and starts to slowly stroke.]
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It makes his eyes close and his ears flop down. If Samatoki were actually a mad dog, he would be showing his belly to Vietnam by now. Please continue to stroke him. The downside to this is that his concentration is shot. His bites and kisses turn into licks because of this, and the tip of his tongue draws a circle around her areola with wet saliva. ]
Ride me, [ he whispers against her skin. He wants to see her properly now. ]
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ASLJKASJKLSA LOOK!!!!!!!
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