[ 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. ]
[It's encouraging too to feel how he twitches in her hand, trying to get him throbbing enough so that they can move forward with this. Her shoulders shake slightly, because when she looks at him, seeing what he does, how her breasts react to him when he messily licks, it's all the more exciting.
Still, when it comes to his request?]
I was planning on it.
[She doesn't want him to break his action, so she lifts her hips enough to angle them right above his tip, her hand still supporting his erection in order to guide her hips down. And then she lowers herself, ensuring he fills her up efficiently, with a thought that she had already missed the feeling of his cock inside of her.
Her breath hitching, and she looks at him the whole way down as she tries to sheath him completely.]
[ Vietnam is so beautiful, he tells himself as he watches how her expression twists into relief and desire. His own expression betrays him, too. It hasn't even been that long since they had their last orgasm but it feels like it's been a while that his cock twitches when she sheathes him.
Samatoki sighs rather loudly and moves his hips upwards. At the same time, she pulls her down on him. ]
[A hiss as she's pulled down and he bucks up, and she laughs softly, breathy. Her hands run through his hair because even now, he's such a cheeky bastard.]
I don't blame you. I happen to enjoy it.
[And then she starts to sway her hips. She lifts it to ride him, circling once to grind down firmly, feeling him run her very walls. Her body curves with each careful, slow move ]
[ It'd be a kick to his pride if he was the only one getting enjoyment out of this. He likes Vietnam being vocal— she's her own person, and that's hot.
So is the situation they're in. He swallows thickly as Vietnam begins to move, and every time her hips slap against his thighs, he lets out a low grunt. He curses under his breath as he holds onto her a little bit tighter just so she can go down on him a lot firmer. He does so derive pleasure from hitting as far as he could. She feels so good wrapped around his cock like this, and it's a sensation he wouldn't trade for at this very moment. ]
[She really does like it when he gets aggressive, after all, that's when she knows it's reciprocated. They both want each other, in one way or another, and it doesn't feel like someone is taking or giving too much. Besides, she can handle it. He's really attractive and in his own way, charming, so she's into it.
Every reaction he makes she relishes, even that slip of the tongue where he starts to curse. His support helps, because she feels him reach inside of her so deeply that it feels so full, and he grinds right at that sweet spot ever time. It means she can keep a grip now on his chest, caressing a little despite propping herself up, riding him like a wave, body curving like she slithers on top of him, making sure that her breasts brush over his body every time.]
[ The past few days, Samatoki's had a kick for beating things up and being violent in general. It's been great, taking out his newfound frustrations on the wall or on the couch or anywhere else, really. This—the sex doesn't make him feel frustrated, but it builds a tension in him that he can't wait to release. At the same time though, he knows he shouldn't. Not right away. At the moment, he's still on the flat terrain of the metaphorical roller coaster he's riding. The slope is slowly rising, but he's definitely not there yet.
He told her to ride him, but he can't help but move his hips too, impatient and in need. He feels so good whenever she tightens around him, and whenever his red eyes open, they're hyper-focused on her before they shut in pleasure.
Lewd sounds fill the room, coming from either of their bodies, and it's great. Samatoki is revelling in them and in the way her body curves when she bounces on his lap. ]
[And thank the gods for that. She has been known for being able to keep her aggression in check, since her background has always involved something to attempt to trigger it. So she's used her aggression to try to keep it aggressively levelheaded. On the other hand, sex was something she didn't do often. The fire inside of her tempts her enough that when it comes to someone she actually likes, her control is lost.
It's lost to him, as he starts to thrust upwards due to his own impatience, but it's all the more enjoyably. When she rides, she gets him deep, but when he moves with her, the gravity of her falls have her capture him full that she wouldn't have it any other way. Each one a wicked sensation, she breathes to prepare herself to claim more of it by picking up the pace.
It's harder now, as her legs firm up against his thighs to tense her walls around him, making sure to feel every texture of his cock. She never looks away, that every time he opens then he'll see her gold eyes look at him dark with lust, lips parted to catch her breath, skin flush red. Her nails rake down his chest and then she moves to bite the middle of his neck, breaking eye contact to this time, leave teeth marks as badges of possession of her own.]
[ He hisses, her teeth digging and marking on his skin, obviously caught by surprise by the bite.
But then he lets out a chuckle once it begins to sting, finding everything more pleasurable than it is painful. He canted his head to give her more access to his neck, and as if to challenge her, to see what else she's capable of, he pushes her down onto him with a lot more force.
By now, his skin is almost as red as his eyes. Anyone else would find the room cool, but it feels way too hot right now that the only solution to get rid of the feeling is to literally ride it out. ]
[The rumble of his laugh, vibrating his body against her was so refreshimg. With his neck offered in such a way, she knows he's telling her that he's willing wants to see what she can do. Alright, she'll bite (literally).
She runs the flat of her tongue up along the centre line of his neck, back down to where she bit him, soothing the mark before she sinks her teeth just next to it, the side of his throat, now. She sucks, almost to eagerly, intent on leaving at least a bruise for him to remember her by. She might heal fast, but she wonders about him.
And the taste of the saltiness of his sweat was too invigorating, with the intensity of his scent, mixed with that of sex, was much too intoxicating. Fingers dart around his head, cupping just the back of it to give her more grip to devour him more readily, all the while she lets her hips fall on his, to lift again and ride him with his encouraging hands.]
[ Good. Mark him. He certainly likes the idea; he's marked her his, twice now, and he also likes the idea of her imprinting on him. He doesn't find it possessive or anything, but it's just right. Tonight is theirs, and they're each others's. And perhaps he'll remain hers until morning, when the mark decides to finally leave his skin.
He whispers her name at some point during their session. "Sen" again. It's a lot easier to say, and it surely feels more personal than calling her by her country's name. Then, when he feels like he has her attention, he finally blurts out: ]
[Oh she would mark him as much as he likes. If not with her teeth, then also with her nails, clawing him until those very tracks mark his skin, over his chest, his back, over the tattoo that marks his back that she so wants to touch.
Still, she shivers when he speaks her name. With it being more personal, this makes it more meaningful, and she feels all the more drawn. My, what a terrible man, wanting to hear her in such ways. She's not exactly someone who uses dirty talking, but if he wants it, she could give it a go.]
Hnn...do you mean how I feel now, which is amazing. Or [She tilts her head curiously up at him.] How you feel inside of me?
[ Ah, perhaps he wasn't clear. It's cute, and Samatoki leans in for a quick kiss as he continues to move his hips as she moves against him, too. ]
Guess that's fine, but I wanted to hear the latter.
In case you wanted to know, I love how tight you feel.
[ He could be a little more crass about it, though. Samatoki's mouth can be something else, but since she's rather delicate when it comes to her words, he'll control himself. ]
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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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Still, when it comes to his request?]
I was planning on it.
[She doesn't want him to break his action, so she lifts her hips enough to angle them right above his tip, her hand still supporting his erection in order to guide her hips down. And then she lowers herself, ensuring he fills her up efficiently, with a thought that she had already missed the feeling of his cock inside of her.
Her breath hitching, and she looks at him the whole way down as she tries to sheath him completely.]
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Samatoki sighs rather loudly and moves his hips upwards. At the same time, she pulls her down on him. ]
Couldn't help myself.
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I don't blame you. I happen to enjoy it.
[And then she starts to sway her hips. She lifts it to ride him, circling once to grind down firmly, feeling him run her very walls. Her body curves with each careful, slow move ]
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So is the situation they're in. He swallows thickly as Vietnam begins to move, and every time her hips slap against his thighs, he lets out a low grunt. He curses under his breath as he holds onto her a little bit tighter just so she can go down on him a lot firmer. He does so derive pleasure from hitting as far as he could. She feels so good wrapped around his cock like this, and it's a sensation he wouldn't trade for at this very moment. ]
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Every reaction he makes she relishes, even that slip of the tongue where he starts to curse. His support helps, because she feels him reach inside of her so deeply that it feels so full, and he grinds right at that sweet spot ever time. It means she can keep a grip now on his chest, caressing a little despite propping herself up, riding him like a wave, body curving like she slithers on top of him, making sure that her breasts brush over his body every time.]
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He told her to ride him, but he can't help but move his hips too, impatient and in need. He feels so good whenever she tightens around him, and whenever his red eyes open, they're hyper-focused on her before they shut in pleasure.
Lewd sounds fill the room, coming from either of their bodies, and it's great. Samatoki is revelling in them and in the way her body curves when she bounces on his lap. ]
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It's lost to him, as he starts to thrust upwards due to his own impatience, but it's all the more enjoyably. When she rides, she gets him deep, but when he moves with her, the gravity of her falls have her capture him full that she wouldn't have it any other way. Each one a wicked sensation, she breathes to prepare herself to claim more of it by picking up the pace.
It's harder now, as her legs firm up against his thighs to tense her walls around him, making sure to feel every texture of his cock. She never looks away, that every time he opens then he'll see her gold eyes look at him dark with lust, lips parted to catch her breath, skin flush red. Her nails rake down his chest and then she moves to bite the middle of his neck, breaking eye contact to this time, leave teeth marks as badges of possession of her own.]
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But then he lets out a chuckle once it begins to sting, finding everything more pleasurable than it is painful. He canted his head to give her more access to his neck, and as if to challenge her, to see what else she's capable of, he pushes her down onto him with a lot more force.
By now, his skin is almost as red as his eyes. Anyone else would find the room cool, but it feels way too hot right now that the only solution to get rid of the feeling is to literally ride it out. ]
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She runs the flat of her tongue up along the centre line of his neck, back down to where she bit him, soothing the mark before she sinks her teeth just next to it, the side of his throat, now. She sucks, almost to eagerly, intent on leaving at least a bruise for him to remember her by. She might heal fast, but she wonders about him.
And the taste of the saltiness of his sweat was too invigorating, with the intensity of his scent, mixed with that of sex, was much too intoxicating. Fingers dart around his head, cupping just the back of it to give her more grip to devour him more readily, all the while she lets her hips fall on his, to lift again and ride him with his encouraging hands.]
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He whispers her name at some point during their session. "Sen" again. It's a lot easier to say, and it surely feels more personal than calling her by her country's name. Then, when he feels like he has her attention, he finally blurts out: ]
How do you feel?
[ Talk dirty to him. He's almost there. ]
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Still, she shivers when he speaks her name. With it being more personal, this makes it more meaningful, and she feels all the more drawn. My, what a terrible man, wanting to hear her in such ways. She's not exactly someone who uses dirty talking, but if he wants it, she could give it a go.]
Hnn...do you mean how I feel now, which is amazing. Or [She tilts her head curiously up at him.] How you feel inside of me?
[Hey, he asked.]
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Guess that's fine, but I wanted to hear the latter.
In case you wanted to know, I love how tight you feel.
[ He could be a little more crass about it, though. Samatoki's mouth can be something else, but since she's rather delicate when it comes to her words, he'll control himself. ]
I'm close.
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FADSLGKHSD HIS CHICKS WHATTHE FUCK NO
ASLJKASJKLSA LOOK!!!!!!!
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