[ 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. ]
[You know who's cute, he's cute. Him, who ever while talking dirty, gives her such a sweet kiss when they're pounding each other.
But god does he know what to say to get a girl going. His mouth is something else, so she doesn't pull away from his lips if he wanted her to say something. It's a little embarrassing, but she can try for him.]
Then...I love how you fill me up inside...[And she kisses him lightly, before--] And how you sound when you thrust into me real deep.
[She manages a tiny smile, hands caressing through his hair.] Likewise.
Good, [ He says it before pulling at the lobe of her ear with his teeth. ] Because I'm going to fill you to the brim.
[ Just not yet. Close though, like he said. And it's just a brief moment of skin slapping against skin that he finally gives in. Perhaps he likes the position a lot more, or because his breathing is a little different now, but when he reaches his climax, it's more powerful than the last, but nothing too crazy. Definitely not like what you seen in porn.
His seed fills her, as he said, and for couple of seconds—maybe five—all he can see is black with little blotches of colour like fireworks. He's a little breathless, but he was the last time, too. He just needs to relax a little and he'll be fine. ]
[There it is, his filthy mouth.] Don't let me go, then. Make sure I take it all.
[At least, when he gets there. She's reaching it, that point where she can't reach no longer, sinking in a whirlpool as the sensation completely immerses her, his warm seed filling her as he said. Her hips slam down hard on his lap, making sure she receives every inch of him, feeling the twitching inside of her as she tightens involuntarily, crying out his name broken and breathless.
It takes everything to breathe, as she comes down, each orgasm getting more than the next. Is it because they're getting used to each other's bodies that they have a feel for it? She's not sure, but she is sure of one thing. That Samatoki is really handsome, isn't he? When he's all spent like this, a mess where he needs to recover. She smooths his wet bangs away, and kisses him lightly on the lips.]
[ His bangs stick to his face thanks to the sweat, but Vietnam is kind to brush them away, fixing his short hair so his vision isn't obscured. Not that he's able to see properly, anyway, but once his vision's back to how it's supposed to, he lets out a chuckle.
He realises he also needs a smoke. There's energy still in him, but he's slowly beginning to tire. Vietnam's likely to win if they had a test of endurance, but he won't hold it against her. She earned it. ]
So... [ Right now, Samatoki's actually pretty speechless. ]
While it's preferable for some people to have good habits, she doesn't mind if he smokes around her. She's used to it, can't be affected by it, and actually, has casually smoked before because of handling a gun in war.
Someone's stamina is about to start to give out, while hers? Still healthy. She looks at him and tilts her head because he seems like he's still catching himself.]
So...[She touches his lip.] Are you thinking about a rest now?
[ Which isn't to say he's giving up just yet. Quite frankly, he'd want to keep going because not only does the act feel good, but he's also getting Chroma out of it. The pleasure he feels is tenfold thanks to it, and he can feel himself getting richer the more they do it.
[ Now that he's back from the high, he can hear more things now. He can't just hear his own heartbeat and her breath and her words, he can also hear the TV and the noise from outside. It's fine, it's just a reminder of where they are and bliss is only temporary. Not a big deal. ]
[She lightly shrugs as she still settles there, keeping him pinned to the sofa for a little longer. He's coming back to her, at least, and it is evident that even with the high, her recovery rate is still faster than his. He's fading, a little.]
You're right. But you kept up, and quite impressive. Not many people are allowed to dominate me the way you did. I'll let you take that one win.
Indeed, I don't often find myself in such situations, so I haven't done...m-many things.
[HEY SANGUIS MOON, WHY DIDN'T YOU DO ANYTHING ABOUT THIS, HUH. She's still shy. But really, before arriving her, and the previous place she has scattered memories about, she could count the number of encounters on one hand.]
I should be thanking you. [She kisses him sweetly before she rises, letting him fall out of her with a hiss.] Would you like me to escort you to your room?
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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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But god does he know what to say to get a girl going. His mouth is something else, so she doesn't pull away from his lips if he wanted her to say something. It's a little embarrassing, but she can try for him.]
Then...I love how you fill me up inside...[And she kisses him lightly, before--] And how you sound when you thrust into me real deep.
[She manages a tiny smile, hands caressing through his hair.] Likewise.
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[ Just not yet. Close though, like he said. And it's just a brief moment of skin slapping against skin that he finally gives in. Perhaps he likes the position a lot more, or because his breathing is a little different now, but when he reaches his climax, it's more powerful than the last, but nothing too crazy. Definitely not like what you seen in porn.
His seed fills her, as he said, and for couple of seconds—maybe five—all he can see is black with little blotches of colour like fireworks. He's a little breathless, but he was the last time, too. He just needs to relax a little and he'll be fine. ]
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[At least, when he gets there. She's reaching it, that point where she can't reach no longer, sinking in a whirlpool as the sensation completely immerses her, his warm seed filling her as he said. Her hips slam down hard on his lap, making sure she receives every inch of him, feeling the twitching inside of her as she tightens involuntarily, crying out his name broken and breathless.
It takes everything to breathe, as she comes down, each orgasm getting more than the next. Is it because they're getting used to each other's bodies that they have a feel for it? She's not sure, but she is sure of one thing. That Samatoki is really handsome, isn't he? When he's all spent like this, a mess where he needs to recover. She smooths his wet bangs away, and kisses him lightly on the lips.]
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He realises he also needs a smoke. There's energy still in him, but he's slowly beginning to tire. Vietnam's likely to win if they had a test of endurance, but he won't hold it against her. She earned it. ]
So... [ Right now, Samatoki's actually pretty speechless. ]
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While it's preferable for some people to have good habits, she doesn't mind if he smokes around her. She's used to it, can't be affected by it, and actually, has casually smoked before because of handling a gun in war.
Someone's stamina is about to start to give out, while hers? Still healthy. She looks at him and tilts her head because he seems like he's still catching himself.]
So...[She touches his lip.] Are you thinking about a rest now?
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[ Which isn't to say he's giving up just yet. Quite frankly, he'd want to keep going because not only does the act feel good, but he's also getting Chroma out of it. The pleasure he feels is tenfold thanks to it, and he can feel himself getting richer the more they do it.
He's going to have steak for days. ]
You're a cheater.
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[And why not? It's not like she has anywhere in particular to go this time round.
Besides, she can cook. Let her cook that steak and he'll save money on services.
Meanwhile, she's looking as innocent as possible.]
A cheater? Why?
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[ Now that he's back from the high, he can hear more things now. He can't just hear his own heartbeat and her breath and her words, he can also hear the TV and the noise from outside. It's fine, it's just a reminder of where they are and bliss is only temporary. Not a big deal. ]
You're gonna last longer than me.
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You're right. But you kept up, and quite impressive. Not many people are allowed to dominate me the way you did. I'll let you take that one win.
[Seriously, he's the first one to fuck her face.]
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[ He's fine with not being the only one, though now he's curious as to what kind of people she's slept with before. ]
Thanks, I guess.
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[HEY SANGUIS MOON, WHY DIDN'T YOU DO ANYTHING ABOUT THIS, HUH. She's still shy. But really, before arriving her, and the previous place she has scattered memories about, she could count the number of encounters on one hand.]
I should be thanking you. [She kisses him sweetly before she rises, letting him fall out of her with a hiss.] Would you like me to escort you to your room?
[Jokes. Maybe.]
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[ After all they've done, Samatoki would welcome her to be even more forward, not just with her actions with her words, too.
He's going to need a new pair of pants, now. Hah. He snorts at that, then he looks at her and flicks her forehead. ]
Just give me a break. If you want more, I ain't gonna disappoint.
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