[ 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.
[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.]
[ 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.]
[ 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.
[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.]
[ It should be enticing, the way she wants more, and yet, it flips a switch in Samatoki.
He doesn't like to lose, that one trait is for certain. Vietnam commenting that he should go harder makes him feel like he's losing something here, and for all his gentleness earlier, he pulls away just a little so he can speak. ]
That's rich comin' from someone who's as red as you are. [ Which is to say, RIP Samatoki Aohitsugi.
He's barely even started and she's already complaining. That just isn't fair, he thinks. It's why he hasn't stopped with his hand, pushing his fingers in and out of her rapidly, no warm up at all. It should be pleasurable for someone who likes a little bit of pain. From what he can tell just from their encounter today, Vietnam's just the type.
Samatoki shuts up quickly enough so he could go back, lips back to her clit as he pumps his fingers a lot quicker than how he was doing it previously. It's sloppy but so full of lust that an animal would be able to appreciate it a lot. . . if an animal had a bigger bran, anyway. And at some point, he starts to stretch his fingers into scissor-like motions. He may not do this a lot, but he at least knows how to bring someone close.]
[She could understand the need to win challenges and yet it looks like he was sulking a little? Did she overdo it when she challenged him because she was still a little dishonest with her own feelings? She was beginning to feel bad until he goes ahead and points out the obvious.
Something like that would have her talking smack back if not for the fact that he was still thrusting his fingers vigorously, that she growls loudly instead.]
Haa--... Well it's...a little hot.
[Does she mean from the water or from him? It's both, honestly, because seeing him riled up like this is excruciatingly attractive that her blood boils as much as the pleasure pulses in her with each of his strokes and the soft slickness of his tongue. Her voice echoes as she grows closer with his determination, both her hands gripping onto his hair as her hips ride against him.]
[ Samatoki had never heard his name leave anyone's lips in that manner. And fuck, that's hot More than hot. His cock twitches just thinking about how it's sweet music to his ears, and if he didn't have a hard-on right now, that alone would have made his dick erect.
It gives him more confidence to keep going. Once he feels like he's stretched her inner walls out, he taps and drums at the back of her clit from inside while his tongue laps on the nub from the outside. His tongue wags wildly up and down this time, not side to side, splashing some water which will later on be something he'll have to clean. For now, he would rather make a mess out of Vietnam.
His nails aren't so long, but they scratch her skin as his other hand moves down the side of her thigh. He doesn't mean to this time around, but god, if he wasn't busy trying to get her to cum, his grip could be a lot tighter that there would be half-moons on her legs. ]
[If he were to never tell her that he doesn't have a lot of encounters to begin with, she wouldn't be able to tell. He's hitting all the right spots when it comes to pushing her over the edge, and now that she's lost control enough that she vocalises how good it feels, it seems like it just drives him, and that the intensity is growing so unbearable.
His nails dragging down her thigh and she feels like, the sharpness and the sensations that are so electrifying as they buzz up from between her legs, that she desperately grasps for him, her breathing ragged as the water continues to wash down them.
Her lashes flutter, eyes a daze as she suddenly tightens all around his fingers, hips pressed up to his mouth as her back arches and she reaches her peak, and if she wasn't meant to be part fish, well, she could feel herself drowning as she cries out his name once again.]
[ Hold onto him. Squeeze him. Claim him. He's yours for the taking at this moment, Vietnam.
Samatoki would give a lot to be able to receive this sort of pleasure again. To think that this is moonlacing and it's just Chroma that's coursing through him. He's horny as hell that he could easily turn Vietnam over and fuck her against the wall to get rid of the feeling, but moonlacing in itself is so good. He's very content with this, but at the same time, he wants more.
As he feels her walls tightening around his fingers, he continues and rides out her orgasm. He pulls his lips away though, opting to kiss her just below her belly button instead. When he feels her breathing has evened, he pulls away completely, letting the water wash away what should be. His lips are parted, and his own breathing isn't still, but he feels at peace.
Samatoki stays on his knees.
Man, he's glad Vietnam didn't turn into a mermaid right now. ]
[And claim him she shall, in so many ways, as the rush courses through her, where it's not just from the feeling of pleasure but also the delivery of Chroma. It's more than just the intimacy of sex, it's all mixed in that she found it indescribable. But she wanted more, as her fist was still firm on his hair and she rides out the rest of her orgasm. He's right, it's a good thing she's no mermaid.
Truly, if he wanted to take her against the wall until they both could no longer, she'd allow it. She loves it now, what he's able to give, what the Chroma did as they chased after their desires, and with this additional impatience and aggression that lurks under their transformations, she greedily wanted it again. For him to fill her up to the brim with everything he can throw at her.
But ah, he's sweet in his own way, isn't he? As she calms, she watches how he kisses her abdomen, and slowly she makes her way to her knees after she pulls her leg off his shoulder. With his lips already parted, she dips to kiss him, slipping her tongue into his mouth, regardless of where it was before.]
[ Sweet would probably be one way of putting it, but Samatoki would deny it until the day he dies. He's hardcore as hell.
He just knows he'd rather let his own blood flow than hurt her, that's all.
When she removes her leg off him and joins him on the floor, he opens his eyes to reveal his own dissatisfied hunger. The red is longing and needy, desperate for her touch and for her to pleasure him. However, they shut when her lips are placed against his. He definitely won't object to more. Not when he's yet to fill her with his seed.
Damn, he's gonna end up freaking out about not using a condom later on. ]
[Suuuure okay she'll call him hardcore only just to keep him happy, but she knows the truth. Even when he wanted to smash he still was being a good (bad) boy!
She saw a glimpse of his eyes, still hungry and wanting, and she shivers at the thought. He's still raring to go, and her stamina is almost endless thanks to her constitution. Meaning, if they're still completely unsatisfied, she can keep going. She tastes him, tongue exploring his mouth as her hands slide down his neck, nails tracing every line of his chest. With him throbbing hard, she could think of a number of things she would like with him.
But as it is, even when she's most desperate in wanting him, she still likes to tug and pull until they can resist no more. One can do great things when they're overpowered.]
Samatoki... [She parts, only barely, her lips still touching his, hands now running up his inner thighs, slow and teasing.] Tell me what you'd like to do to me.
[ Samatoki kisses back just as hungry as she is. He chases after her lips, after her mouth, teeth unabashedly crashing into hers as, tongue not at all dancing but pushing her own. He's desperate. He's needy. He doesn't want to touch Vietnam for his own sake because that feels wrong to him, but when she pulls away ever so slightly to ask him a question, he's breathless. Antsy. He responds honestly. ]
Keep going until I'm tired.
[ So honest.............. so gruff................... much wolfe. ]
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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. ]
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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.
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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.
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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?
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[ 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. ]
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[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.]
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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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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.]
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He doesn't like to lose, that one trait is for certain. Vietnam commenting that he should go harder makes him feel like he's losing something here, and for all his gentleness earlier, he pulls away just a little so he can speak. ]
That's rich comin' from someone who's as red as you are. [ Which is to say, RIP Samatoki Aohitsugi.
He's barely even started and she's already complaining. That just isn't fair, he thinks. It's why he hasn't stopped with his hand, pushing his fingers in and out of her rapidly, no warm up at all. It should be pleasurable for someone who likes a little bit of pain. From what he can tell just from their encounter today, Vietnam's just the type.
Samatoki shuts up quickly enough so he could go back, lips back to her clit as he pumps his fingers a lot quicker than how he was doing it previously. It's sloppy but so full of lust that an animal would be able to appreciate it a lot. . . if an animal had a bigger bran, anyway. And at some point, he starts to stretch his fingers into scissor-like motions. He may not do this a lot, but he at least knows how to bring someone close.]
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Something like that would have her talking smack back if not for the fact that he was still thrusting his fingers vigorously, that she growls loudly instead.]
Haa--... Well it's...a little hot.
[Does she mean from the water or from him? It's both, honestly, because seeing him riled up like this is excruciatingly attractive that her blood boils as much as the pleasure pulses in her with each of his strokes and the soft slickness of his tongue. Her voice echoes as she grows closer with his determination, both her hands gripping onto his hair as her hips ride against him.]
Samatoki--...
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It gives him more confidence to keep going. Once he feels like he's stretched her inner walls out, he taps and drums at the back of her clit from inside while his tongue laps on the nub from the outside. His tongue wags wildly up and down this time, not side to side, splashing some water which will later on be something he'll have to clean. For now, he would rather make a mess out of Vietnam.
His nails aren't so long, but they scratch her skin as his other hand moves down the side of her thigh. He doesn't mean to this time around, but god, if he wasn't busy trying to get her to cum, his grip could be a lot tighter that there would be half-moons on her legs. ]
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His nails dragging down her thigh and she feels like, the sharpness and the sensations that are so electrifying as they buzz up from between her legs, that she desperately grasps for him, her breathing ragged as the water continues to wash down them.
Her lashes flutter, eyes a daze as she suddenly tightens all around his fingers, hips pressed up to his mouth as her back arches and she reaches her peak, and if she wasn't meant to be part fish, well, she could feel herself drowning as she cries out his name once again.]
Mmmm that icon
Samatoki would give a lot to be able to receive this sort of pleasure again. To think that this is moonlacing and it's just Chroma that's coursing through him. He's horny as hell that he could easily turn Vietnam over and fuck her against the wall to get rid of the feeling, but moonlacing in itself is so good. He's very content with this, but at the same time, he wants more.
As he feels her walls tightening around his fingers, he continues and rides out her orgasm. He pulls his lips away though, opting to kiss her just below her belly button instead. When he feels her breathing has evened, he pulls away completely, letting the water wash away what should be. His lips are parted, and his own breathing isn't still, but he feels at peace.
Samatoki stays on his knees.
Man, he's glad Vietnam didn't turn into a mermaid right now. ]
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Truly, if he wanted to take her against the wall until they both could no longer, she'd allow it. She loves it now, what he's able to give, what the Chroma did as they chased after their desires, and with this additional impatience and aggression that lurks under their transformations, she greedily wanted it again. For him to fill her up to the brim with everything he can throw at her.
But ah, he's sweet in his own way, isn't he? As she calms, she watches how he kisses her abdomen, and slowly she makes her way to her knees after she pulls her leg off his shoulder. With his lips already parted, she dips to kiss him, slipping her tongue into his mouth, regardless of where it was before.]
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He just knows he'd rather let his own blood flow than hurt her, that's all.
When she removes her leg off him and joins him on the floor, he opens his eyes to reveal his own dissatisfied hunger. The red is longing and needy, desperate for her touch and for her to pleasure him. However, they shut when her lips are placed against his. He definitely won't object to more. Not when he's yet to fill her with his seed.
Damn, he's gonna end up freaking out about not using a condom later on. ]
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She saw a glimpse of his eyes, still hungry and wanting, and she shivers at the thought. He's still raring to go, and her stamina is almost endless thanks to her constitution. Meaning, if they're still completely unsatisfied, she can keep going. She tastes him, tongue exploring his mouth as her hands slide down his neck, nails tracing every line of his chest. With him throbbing hard, she could think of a number of things she would like with him.
But as it is, even when she's most desperate in wanting him, she still likes to tug and pull until they can resist no more. One can do great things when they're overpowered.]
Samatoki... [She parts, only barely, her lips still touching his, hands now running up his inner thighs, slow and teasing.] Tell me what you'd like to do to me.
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Keep going until I'm tired.
[ So honest.............. so gruff................... much wolfe. ]
I wanna.
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how are we at 40+ comments already... i'm so ashamed
oh my god we are..............sweats harder at them
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I hate this
oh my god SAMATOKI
They need to TALK after this AHAHAHA
HOLY GOD THEY DO I'M LAUGHING she's knocking on his door or something after their adventure
YOURE GONNA FILL MY INBOX WITH U LAJFLAFJ
LOOK IT HAD TO HAPPEN i'll take your first two inbox threads (or five i guess)
My inboxginity...
multiple times too heh
W-WOAH...
I'll be gentle 😏
Sensei 😳
Sensei(?!) has noticed you 😗
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fine u can have this icon again
Just as planned :)
I SEE
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FADSLGKHSD HIS CHICKS WHATTHE FUCK NO
ASLJKASJKLSA LOOK!!!!!!!
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