[ It's the moan that finally prompts Touka to push against Sakamoto insistently, slinging a leg over his lap to straddle him and give her easier access to his chest and stomach. ]

What, you think it's gonna be that easy?

[ Even so, she can't contain the soft gasp that escapes her lips when his teeth find her neck, her hips rutting lazily against his from her newfound position in his lap. She hasn't felt this way in so long-- she wants him all over her, surrounding her, inside of of her. The hand at his torso slides up to trace the curve of his neck, coming to rest upon his cheek as she gazes at him with eyes half-lidded with lust, the hand in his hair moving to push his haori further down his shoulders. ]

You think I'm just gonna come out and say that I want you to fuck me?

[ She rolls her hips against him again, giving a soft, sweet moan at the friction the fabric between them provides. Leaning in close, she makes as if she's going to crush her mouth against his, but thinks better of it.

No. No, that felt inappropriate somewhow, which was ironic, all things considered.

Instead, she opts to press her forehead against his, biting her bottom lip. ]

Here's to hoping you don't have whiskey dick.