If I am, then everyone else in the world is a moron, too.
[ At the tightening of his arm around her, Touka can't help but flush slightly. The smell of the alcohol isn't so bad on its own, but as a ghoul, everything that a human consumes smells disgusting and rotten. It's not personal, Sakamoto, but let it suffice to say that she's grateful that the cafe is coming back into view.
At what he says, she snorts. ]
Just face away from me and we'll be good. [ It served a double purpose: she didn't have to be consciously aware that his face was mere inches from her's. It was a win-win! ]
[He follows her instructions, curls bouncing as he turns away. His eyes take in the nonexistent nightlife- Man, this neighborhood is quiet and boring. How does she live her life like this?]
You're goin' back to the cafe? What, you live there too?
Yeah. [ She slightly jostles him in order to partly throw off any suspicion in regards to why a petite girl like her is able to hoist a man like him so easily, and partly to tease him. ]
That cafe's pretty much my life. [ This is probably one of the most honest things she's ever said to him. ] It means a lot to me and the people I care about.
[ In more ways than one. ]
I could drag you back to a hotel if you want, princess. Our couches can't compete with actual beds.
[But, if it was, then why was she so distraught-looking? Listless.
The way she shakes him makes him think about other things, though he quietly dismisses these thoughts. Touka is doing him a big favor, and so he shouldn't irritate her with dirty words or paltry notions.]
That's alright. I don't think I can walk too far.
["I want to stay with you."
He feels something in his gut, a stupid yearning to be close to her, to hold her hand. He feels the warmth of her body and stifles a sigh- God.
This is a real girl, huh. Not some woman behind a mask of make-up at a brothel.]
[ That "oh" is what makes her twist to look at his face. It's a weird sound, coming from him, and she isn't entirely sure she likes it. That boisterousness was what had been keeping her going as she moved up the street leading to the cafe, and her brows furrowed together in spite of themselves. ]
Oi. What's with that gloominess, shitty Tatsuma?
[ She completely misreads his expression in the soft half-light provided by the streetlights, and as she mounts the steps to the cafe, she pulls him close in order to have him lean on her for support while she digs out her keys. ]
You're free to stay the night, but I expect you to help me clean whatever mess it is you're gonna make once you're awake.
[ And she fumbles with her keys, all too aware of the fact that his body is pressing against hers. ]
[ A scoff, but she doesn't even grace that "gloomy" comment with a response. ]
You seem like the kinda guy who's into nagging. Think of it as me doing you a favor.
[ She doesn't mind the way he's leaning, though she won't say it out loud. ]
I don't have a boyfriend.
[ Her voice is distant as she says it, and as she puts the key into the lock, she turns it slowly. Snaking an arm around Sakamoto's waist, she drags him into the cafe before closing the door behind him. ]
[Her arm around his waist feels so good, it's criminal. She's just taking good care of him, he tells himself, he's drunk so she's not being as careful to keep a distance between them.
That's it, that has to be it.
He squints carefully, trying to remember- How long has it been since he's taken a shower? Goddamn it.]
No?
'Cause, if ya are waitin' around for someone... You seem like a great gal! It'd be a shame for you to waste time sticking around when you could be spendin' it on your own terms.
[ Touka's arm may or may not linger for a little too long around his waist as she locks the door. Taking him by the hand now, she leads him over to one of the couches at the far side of the cafe before sitting him down and sauntering behind the counter to get a bucket and a jug of water. ]
Shut up. There's no one I'm waiting for. [ A lie. ]
[ It comes out harsher than she intends, and she walks over and places the bucket down in front of him. She has no interest in talking about whoever she's waiting for. Not with this stranger. Grabbing a cup, she pours him a glass of water, which she places on the small table in front of the couch. ]
The bucket's there in case you need to puke. I'm gonna get you a blanket.
[ Straightening, she wanders off to the back room, both to get a blanket and to calm down. He's insanely perceptive, and it isn't his fault that she's... what is she? frustrated? Angry? Sad?
She kicks a mop bucket in frustration, sending it flying into the back wall of the store room. ] Fuck...!
[ After a few seconds, she grabs the aforementioned blanket and walks back into the room. ]
[Without thinking, he brushes his fingers over her hand. His own are rough, calloused, from one-too-many days of handling a sword and doing busy-work. Many of the blisters are still fresh, as he's had to do a good deal of load-carrying himself.
He watches how her shoulders tense up at the mention of another man, removing his scarf reflexively and placing it under his chin, something he's learned to do after moving around so much. It was less expensive to fall asleep on a bench than buy a hotel room, and at this stage in his life, he needed to save all the money he possibly could.
Sakamoto wonders what else there is to know, because behind that gruff exterior there certainly is a very gentle soul, a person who cares about others despite what she may have faced in the past.
He smiles idly in a sleepy haze as she returns.]
I didn't mean to make ya mad.
But if you do feel angry, you can go ahead 'n talk. I'm blacked out drunk.
[ She has no words for what he says, instead tossing the blanket over to him and heading behind the counter again to fix herself a cup of coffee. She feels so tired all of a sudden, thinking about all of this, and while her faith in Kaneki would never falter, it didn't change the fact that waiting for him to come around was difficult. More difficult than she could even begin to imagine.
Pouring the boiling water over her cup, she makes sure not to look in Sakamoto's direction, instead opting on pouring the entirety of her concentration on the task before her before speaking. ]
It's not worth talking about, even if you're piss-drunk.
[ It's almost like a headache is beginning to form behind her eyes, and she brushes a few loose strands of hair away from her face. Exhaustion lines her features, and whether it's a newfound tiredness or something that's been more well-concealed for a longer duration has yet to be seen.
When her coffee is done brewing, she doesn't drink it immediately, instead opting to lower her upper body onto the counter, folding her arms and resting her forehead onto them. ]
Do you make it a habit to overstay your welcome?
[ Says the woman who practically dragged him back to her place of residence. ]
[Sakamoto knows not to press any further- As far as she's concerned, he's just a stranger who barged his way into her life. She does have this irresistible pull, however, as well as an air of mystery and sadness about her.
He finds himself touching the scar at the back of his neck, usually hidden behind a knitted scarf, and still submerged under layers of curly hair. This is the worst time for impure thoughts, but at least he'll admit to himself that he had been attracted to her from the get-go.]
Yeah! I'm kinda like a thorn in everyone's side. Whatever! I have work to do, so I'll stay wherever I want until the job is done.
[Everything he does is for them, the world, his country...
His loved ones.]
You seemed pretty keen on draggin' me back here! You're probably just bein' a good Samaritan, but if I didn't know any better...
[ God, even she has to admit, yeah, he's a huge fucking thorn in her side, the sharp point being that smile of his. If she has a pull, then he has a practical tug to him, one that makes it impossible for her to simply leave him be. She'd be lying if she said that she wasn't attracted to him, also, but she's never been one to so easily admit something like that out loud.
Grabbing her mug, she goes against her better judgement and makes her way over to the couch, sitting down next to him. Putting the coffee down onto the table, she knots her fingers together in her lap and heaves the heaviest sigh known to man. She likely looks even more tired from this close proximity, and the streetlights that cast long shadows across her face through the window underscore this fact. ]
Such a mouthy bastard.
[ She spews insults because she doesn't know how else to respond. She feels naked and vulnerable every time he opens his smart mouth, especially when it comes to calling her out on the things she's doing her best to keep inside. ]
Who the hell would have a crush on you? You're not even cute. [ Her voice is deadpan, but she's looking him in the eye when she says it. Her expression belies her words, however, her eyes following the fingers that trace along that unseen scar at the back of his neck. She isn't aware of its existence, but she's fairly certain that his body is ribboned with old wounds beneath his clothes. He carries himself like someone who's seen battle, and it's part of the reason why she's so intrigued by him. ]
[Sakamoto's smile is like a vortex- It's guaranteed to suck you in. The confidence he sports isn't for show, it's how he fucking feels about himself, it's evident in the way he constantly talks out of turn.
When she meets his gaze, she might find herself overwhelmed with how that emblazoned foolishness is evident in his eyes too, one of his most appreciated features. They're blue but wise, despite his young age.
Instead of being taken aback by her words, he leans on one hand, grinning.]
Really? I think I'm fine as hell.
[He knows very well that she's exhausted. It's clear in her features and her demeanor, and while he's drunk he still wants to keep her company. Sakamoto would love to help her out if she needed, but Touka doesn't want help.
And, unlike many idiots of his kind, he will respect that. Aid her, but from a distance.]
Is that so? [ Aaaand it's this asshole's ineffable charm that gets her every time. He's almost like a pickup artist, but he's too goofy to be disgusting.
Taking a sip of her coffee, she leans in slightly before setting the cup back down onto the table. ]
You probably wouldn't even know what to do with yourself if I decided to agree with you there. [ A scoff. ]
I know your type. You're all bluster, but when push comes to shove, you're nothing but a deer in headlights.
[ When he looks at her like that, it's almost impossible for her to conceal the very real flush that colors her cheeks. Still, two can play chicken, and Touka has never been one to back down from a challenge.
Reaching out a hand, she grazes her fingertips along the exposed length of the scar, looking thoughtful. ]
Don't flatter yourself, shitty Tatsuma. [ Her tone is quiet, quieter than it usually is. ]
[And that touch starts something inside him, lights a fire where the heat had been in his chest. He opens his mouth to speak but thinks carefully about his words, not wanting to come off as creepy or inappropriate.
Still, he begins to wonder how her hands will feel all over his body. Curious to see how far this game will go, he snakes a playful arm around her waist, pulling her closer.]
Would you rather I flatter you?
You don't seem to like my words.
[But his brow is raised, as if to say, "That's alright."
[ It suddenly becomes that much harder to breathe when he pulls her in, but Touka manages to keep her expression unaffected. She's flipped some sort of switch and she knows it, breaking what remained of that no-touch barrier between the two of them that had been breached when she dragged him back to :re.
Her heart is practically in her throat when he's this close to her, but she warms her palm more fully against the exposed portion of the scar, her fingertips lightly teasing at the skin hidden beneath his haori. ]
Your words are shit and your attitude is shit. [ And so is your face. And your stupid smile. ]
What makes you think that there's anything else about you that I'll like? [ Her hand dips lower, sliding along his torso as she says it. In truth, she has no idea what she's doing, but it thrills her. That probably counted for something. ]
[It takes every shred of concentration he has to keep himself from moaning.
The scars on his body are sensitive, private. They are not things he reveals in broad daylight, and while he doesn't choose to keep them a secret, touching anything like that is breaking a barrier.
He presses his nose to her ear, letting out a breathy, throaty laugh. Very different from the loud, ear-splitting sound he normally makes.]
You're right. I'm a terrible man.
[Or so he says, believes.
He is good, inherently. He loves and cares so much.]
But I'm also one hell of a guy.
[He presses slow kisses to her earlobe, tempted to suck on it but still wanting to keep from alarming her right away.]
[ Touka has never been touched this way, and she shivers at the feeling of his breath on her ear. She feels the way his body tenses beneath her touch, and it intrigues her; she wants to feel more of it. This is foreign territory for her, and it makes her nervous.
The only times she'd ever laid hands on anyone were when she was engaged in combat or when she was taking care of Hinami, and even then, she hadn't seen Hinami much at all lately. The tenderness in the way his lips meet her earlobe causes her to practically melt, warm and pliable against him, her breath catching in her throat even as the hand at his torso continues to map the raised scars she finds along his skin. ]
I can't argue that one.
[ Her voice wavers more than she'd like as she uses her free hand to tangle in the soft curls at the back of his head, giving a light tug to his hair as she tilts her head to give him easier access to her neck. God, what the hell was she even doing? ]
[Why is she doing everything that drives him crazy?
Touka's hands will ghost over a thick layer of muscle, not yet lost from his days at war. The skin is rough, scarred, and covered with hair in several places. It's a man's body, despite his boyish nature.
He hisses at that hand in his hair, nipping at her neck when he sees it exposed, humming as he realizes that the taste of her sweat is something he enjoys. He can feel warmth radiating throughout his entire body, but what feels more intimate is the warmth of her skin, and how she slumps against him like she wants to be touched.
Violated.]
What's goin' on here?
[He cant help but fixate on her nape, alternating between kissing and sucking.]
Do you want to do this? You've been givin' me mixed signals all night, but I-
[And he finally lets himself moan, the sound loud with a darker timbre.]
I want to be sure. That it's okay.
[He's drunk, too drunk, but he mouths the words against her, hungry to taste more flesh-]
[ 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. ]
He's never seen a girl so genuinely horny, as most of the women he's been with were sex workers. The way she ruts against him is enough to make him want to pick her up and screw her properly, but he reminds himself that she probably needs time to be played with.
Sakamoto, too, feels the hesitation. The kiss would make this encounter initmate, without it, it's just two stranger who want to cop a feel. He moves his hips in line with hers, at first taking time to adjust to her rhythm.
He should say something, but that comment of hers makes him laugh, goddamn it.]
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[ At the tightening of his arm around her, Touka can't help but flush slightly. The smell of the alcohol isn't so bad on its own, but as a ghoul, everything that a human consumes smells disgusting and rotten. It's not personal, Sakamoto, but let it suffice to say that she's grateful that the cafe is coming back into view.
At what he says, she snorts. ]
Just face away from me and we'll be good. [ It served a double purpose: she didn't have to be consciously aware that his face was mere inches from her's. It was a win-win! ]
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You're goin' back to the cafe? What, you live there too?
Don'tcha get tired of it?
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That cafe's pretty much my life. [ This is probably one of the most honest things she's ever said to him. ] It means a lot to me and the people I care about.
[ In more ways than one. ]
I could drag you back to a hotel if you want, princess. Our couches can't compete with actual beds.
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[But, if it was, then why was she so distraught-looking? Listless.
The way she shakes him makes him think about other things, though he quietly dismisses these thoughts. Touka is doing him a big favor, and so he shouldn't irritate her with dirty words or paltry notions.]
That's alright. I don't think I can walk too far.
["I want to stay with you."
He feels something in his gut, a stupid yearning to be close to her, to hold her hand. He feels the warmth of her body and stifles a sigh- God.
This is a real girl, huh. Not some woman behind a mask of make-up at a brothel.]
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Oi. What's with that gloominess, shitty Tatsuma?
[ She completely misreads his expression in the soft half-light provided by the streetlights, and as she mounts the steps to the cafe, she pulls him close in order to have him lean on her for support while she digs out her keys. ]
You're free to stay the night, but I expect you to help me clean whatever mess it is you're gonna make once you're awake.
[ And she fumbles with her keys, all too aware of the fact that his body is pressing against hers. ]
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[Teasing:]
You're the gloomy one! Oi.
[He doesn't even realize how he's leaning against her, body close, almost as if he's trying to say something.
He's not her boyfriend, so he shouldn't act like one.]
Yeah, yeah! Quit naggin' me, I'll help ya clean up. 'S only fair! Mmmm.
[A deep murmur rumbles in his throat.]
Hope I'm not intrudin' on anything. You with your boyfriend tonight? Did that bastard finally show up?
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You seem like the kinda guy who's into nagging. Think of it as me doing you a favor.
[ She doesn't mind the way he's leaning, though she won't say it out loud. ]
I don't have a boyfriend.
[ Her voice is distant as she says it, and as she puts the key into the lock, she turns it slowly. Snaking an arm around Sakamoto's waist, she drags him into the cafe before closing the door behind him. ]
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That's it, that has to be it.
He squints carefully, trying to remember- How long has it been since he's taken a shower? Goddamn it.]
No?
'Cause, if ya are waitin' around for someone... You seem like a great gal! It'd be a shame for you to waste time sticking around when you could be spendin' it on your own terms.
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Shut up. There's no one I'm waiting for. [ A lie. ]
[ It comes out harsher than she intends, and she walks over and places the bucket down in front of him. She has no interest in talking about whoever she's waiting for. Not with this stranger. Grabbing a cup, she pours him a glass of water, which she places on the small table in front of the couch. ]
The bucket's there in case you need to puke. I'm gonna get you a blanket.
[ Straightening, she wanders off to the back room, both to get a blanket and to calm down. He's insanely perceptive, and it isn't his fault that she's... what is she? frustrated? Angry? Sad?
She kicks a mop bucket in frustration, sending it flying into the back wall of the store room. ] Fuck...!
[ After a few seconds, she grabs the aforementioned blanket and walks back into the room. ]
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He watches how her shoulders tense up at the mention of another man, removing his scarf reflexively and placing it under his chin, something he's learned to do after moving around so much. It was less expensive to fall asleep on a bench than buy a hotel room, and at this stage in his life, he needed to save all the money he possibly could.
Sakamoto wonders what else there is to know, because behind that gruff exterior there certainly is a very gentle soul, a person who cares about others despite what she may have faced in the past.
He smiles idly in a sleepy haze as she returns.]
I didn't mean to make ya mad.
But if you do feel angry, you can go ahead 'n talk. I'm blacked out drunk.
[A lie.]
I won't remember much.
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Pouring the boiling water over her cup, she makes sure not to look in Sakamoto's direction, instead opting on pouring the entirety of her concentration on the task before her before speaking. ]
It's not worth talking about, even if you're piss-drunk.
[ It's almost like a headache is beginning to form behind her eyes, and she brushes a few loose strands of hair away from her face. Exhaustion lines her features, and whether it's a newfound tiredness or something that's been more well-concealed for a longer duration has yet to be seen.
When her coffee is done brewing, she doesn't drink it immediately, instead opting to lower her upper body onto the counter, folding her arms and resting her forehead onto them. ]
Do you make it a habit to overstay your welcome?
[ Says the woman who practically dragged him back to her place of residence. ]
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He finds himself touching the scar at the back of his neck, usually hidden behind a knitted scarf, and still submerged under layers of curly hair. This is the worst time for impure thoughts, but at least he'll admit to himself that he had been attracted to her from the get-go.]
Yeah! I'm kinda like a thorn in everyone's side. Whatever! I have work to do, so I'll stay wherever I want until the job is done.
[Everything he does is for them, the world, his country...
His loved ones.]
You seemed pretty keen on draggin' me back here! You're probably just bein' a good Samaritan, but if I didn't know any better...
[Ruefully:]
I'd say you had a crush on me.
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Grabbing her mug, she goes against her better judgement and makes her way over to the couch, sitting down next to him. Putting the coffee down onto the table, she knots her fingers together in her lap and heaves the heaviest sigh known to man. She likely looks even more tired from this close proximity, and the streetlights that cast long shadows across her face through the window underscore this fact. ]
Such a mouthy bastard.
[ She spews insults because she doesn't know how else to respond. She feels naked and vulnerable every time he opens his smart mouth, especially when it comes to calling her out on the things she's doing her best to keep inside. ]
Who the hell would have a crush on you? You're not even cute. [ Her voice is deadpan, but she's looking him in the eye when she says it. Her expression belies her words, however, her eyes following the fingers that trace along that unseen scar at the back of his neck. She isn't aware of its existence, but she's fairly certain that his body is ribboned with old wounds beneath his clothes. He carries himself like someone who's seen battle, and it's part of the reason why she's so intrigued by him. ]
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When she meets his gaze, she might find herself overwhelmed with how that emblazoned foolishness is evident in his eyes too, one of his most appreciated features. They're blue but wise, despite his young age.
Instead of being taken aback by her words, he leans on one hand, grinning.]
Really? I think I'm fine as hell.
[He knows very well that she's exhausted. It's clear in her features and her demeanor, and while he's drunk he still wants to keep her company. Sakamoto would love to help her out if she needed, but Touka doesn't want help.
And, unlike many idiots of his kind, he will respect that. Aid her, but from a distance.]
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Taking a sip of her coffee, she leans in slightly before setting the cup back down onto the table. ]
You probably wouldn't even know what to do with yourself if I decided to agree with you there. [ A scoff. ]
I know your type. You're all bluster, but when push comes to shove, you're nothing but a deer in headlights.
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But you do, don't you? I'm not blind.
[He leans further into his hand, haori slipping without him noticing. There's an evident scar starting from the shoulderblade and extending downward.]
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Reaching out a hand, she grazes her fingertips along the exposed length of the scar, looking thoughtful. ]
Don't flatter yourself, shitty Tatsuma. [ Her tone is quiet, quieter than it usually is. ]
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Still, he begins to wonder how her hands will feel all over his body. Curious to see how far this game will go, he snakes a playful arm around her waist, pulling her closer.]
Would you rather I flatter you?
You don't seem to like my words.
[But his brow is raised, as if to say, "That's alright."
"I can just show you."]
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Her heart is practically in her throat when he's this close to her, but she warms her palm more fully against the exposed portion of the scar, her fingertips lightly teasing at the skin hidden beneath his haori. ]
Your words are shit and your attitude is shit. [ And so is your face. And your stupid smile. ]
What makes you think that there's anything else about you that I'll like? [ Her hand dips lower, sliding along his torso as she says it. In truth, she has no idea what she's doing, but it thrills her. That probably counted for something. ]
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The scars on his body are sensitive, private. They are not things he reveals in broad daylight, and while he doesn't choose to keep them a secret, touching anything like that is breaking a barrier.
He presses his nose to her ear, letting out a breathy, throaty laugh. Very different from the loud, ear-splitting sound he normally makes.]
You're right. I'm a terrible man.
[Or so he says, believes.
He is good, inherently. He loves and cares so much.]
But I'm also one hell of a guy.
[He presses slow kisses to her earlobe, tempted to suck on it but still wanting to keep from alarming her right away.]
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The only times she'd ever laid hands on anyone were when she was engaged in combat or when she was taking care of Hinami, and even then, she hadn't seen Hinami much at all lately. The tenderness in the way his lips meet her earlobe causes her to practically melt, warm and pliable against him, her breath catching in her throat even as the hand at his torso continues to map the raised scars she finds along his skin. ]
I can't argue that one.
[ Her voice wavers more than she'd like as she uses her free hand to tangle in the soft curls at the back of his head, giving a light tug to his hair as she tilts her head to give him easier access to her neck. God, what the hell was she even doing? ]
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Touka's hands will ghost over a thick layer of muscle, not yet lost from his days at war. The skin is rough, scarred, and covered with hair in several places. It's a man's body, despite his boyish nature.
He hisses at that hand in his hair, nipping at her neck when he sees it exposed, humming as he realizes that the taste of her sweat is something he enjoys. He can feel warmth radiating throughout his entire body, but what feels more intimate is the warmth of her skin, and how she slumps against him like she wants to be touched.
Violated.]
What's goin' on here?
[He cant help but fixate on her nape, alternating between kissing and sucking.]
Do you want to do this? You've been givin' me mixed signals all night, but I-
[And he finally lets himself moan, the sound loud with a darker timbre.]
I want to be sure. That it's okay.
[He's drunk, too drunk, but he mouths the words against her, hungry to taste more flesh-]
"I want you."
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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.
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He's never seen a girl so genuinely horny, as most of the women he's been with were sex workers. The way she ruts against him is enough to make him want to pick her up and screw her properly, but he reminds himself that she probably needs time to be played with.
Sakamoto, too, feels the hesitation. The kiss would make this encounter initmate, without it, it's just two stranger who want to cop a feel. He moves his hips in line with hers, at first taking time to adjust to her rhythm.
He should say something, but that comment of hers makes him laugh, goddamn it.]
Screw it.
[He's fucking kissing her.]
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