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.]
[ Touka scarcely has time to react when he goes in for the kiss; she almost pulls back when he does, her muscles tensing as her fingernails dig small crescents into his shoulders. It takes her a few seconds, but she reciprocates, tilting her head slightly and deepening the kiss, both of her hands moving to push the haori down his arms.
The concerted grind of his hips against hers causes her to moan appreciatively into his mouth, her tongue teasingly swiping across his as her eyelids flutter shut. She imagines that Kaneki would never kiss anyone this way... and it makes her press against Sakamoto harder.
It's not fair that her mind is drifting to other places. She knows it even as her hands move to undo the top button of her blouse. ]
[Sakamoto is aggressive in pursuit. He snarls mid-kiss, realizing that her mind is drifting, irritated by it all. If she's thinking about whoever it is she's waiting for...
The very idea of women being reduced to this is maddening. Why shouldn't she be allowed to be with who she chooses? Men are allowed to sate themselves in disgusting ways at night, but there are no establishments for women, certainly not in his day and age.]
Stop thinkin' about him.
Now-
[His fingers practically tear at her blouse, unbuttoning it with a violent fervor.]
How many times do you want to come tonight? Twice? Thrice?
[While his voice is loud, almost terrifying, his hands are nimble. One snakes under her shirt, darting to undo the clasp of her bra. He's well-practiced at this, and he pulls it off and tosses it to the side.]
[ The curse is punctuated by a moan as she gives a slow, hard grind against his hips, her hands falling to her sides as he rips open her shirt. She feels so unimaginably hot with his hands on her, and she hates just how desperate she is for him to keep touching her. She shrugs off her shirt and manages to discard it while he works on her bra, a lazy smirk crawling across her lips at his question. ]
Someone's cocky. Five bucks says you don't even get me to come once.
[ Shifting backwards, she dips her head into the crook of his neck, running her tongue along its curve while one of her hands travels between his legs. His old fashioned clothes are weird, but she pays them no mind; they provide very little resistance as she slips a hand beneath the waist of his hakama, her palm pressing against his cock as her teeth graze against his skin. ]
[Just for that, he decides he's going to mess with her. She gets to him first, however. Her hands are so damn soft, much softer than his own, and he thrusts shamelessly into her grip, voice now echoing throughout the establishment as if it were a whorehouse.]
You plannin' on wipin' that table down before you open, tomorrow?
[His head is spinning as he asks that question, but his tone remains cocky. She's gone too far too quickly, and so he wraps his arms around and hoists her onto the table.]
[ As he lifts her up she gives a soft cry of surprise at the sensation, but she recovers quickly. She glares up at him defiantly when he sets her on the table, propping herself up on an elbow as she clumsily replaces her hand down the front of his hakama. It's a little more awkward from this angle, especially since she has no idea how to properly undo the damn thing, but it's worth it if she can feel him thrusting against her again. Her fingers encircle his length as she begins to pump him, eyes on his as her legs dangle off of the table's edge. ]
So fucking bossy all of a sudden, shitty Tatsuma.
[ Still, her thighs are parted even as she jerks him off underneath his hakama. She likely wouldn't be able to look at this table the same way ever again after they were through. ]
[The tone of his voice changes quickly. Now it's softer, more desperate, accompanied by the sound of how his breath hitches as she begins to jerk him off, biting his lips as he looks her right in the eye.]
Don't like bossy?
I can be gentle, too.
[It's so difficult to concentrate when she's touching him so aggressively, he wants to focus so that she feels-]
Let go of me? I-
[He laughs.]
I'm easy, don't worry. You don't need to jerk me off just yet. I'm into you already.
[ That change in tone jars her enough that her hand slows and stills, looking up at him in wide-eyed wonderment. Dammit, she did not need him to be tender with her, he did not need to be laughing like that; the more she looked up at him, the more the heat between her thighs began to intensify.
He shouldn't have been allowed to turn her on this fucking much. Before she knows it, her kakugan activates, black spreading across her sclera as her irises shift to a red hue. All because he said he was "into her."
Oh. Oh no. God damn it.
Panicking, she buries her face into his neck again, kissing and biting his skin with renewed fervor and hoping against hope he hadn't noticed. How fucking embarrassing could she be? ]
[Sakamoto mistakes the gesture for one of tenderness, not seeing the way her eye color changes. The cafe isn't lit very well at this time of night, and he simply leans back to allow her better access to his thick neck.]
What's up? Feelin' shy?
[He eyes the ceiling, feeling the blood rush to the useless thing between his legs, while his face turns bright red.
In a whisper:]
Me too.
Kirishima? Ah, Touka.
[His mouth runs and he can't stop it.]
You can probably tell that I'm the kind of guy who wanders around, but...
That first time, when you smiled at me? I considered stayin' in one place. That guy of yours is crazy.
If I was in his place, I would have fallen for you, hook, line, 'n sinker.
[Softly:]
Would you lie down for me? I want to treat you right.
[ It almost comes out as a sob when she says it, though she masks it with a growl. She's shaking as her mouth works against his skin, an arm hooking around his neck for support. When he's gentle with her, she can't be distracted; she can't resent him, can't fight him, can't divorce the fact that he isn't who she wanted to do this with from the fact that they're doing it anyway. But she wants him, even if her mind is elsewhere, and it's driving her insane. ]
You're drunk, you asshole. [ She manages to calm herself down enough in order to cause her kakugan to recede, lifting herself up slightly to bring her lips to his ear. Her shakiness is evident in her voice. God, she hated being alone, and the fact that he's talking about wanting to stay--
She'd only met him this morning. What the fuck was wrong with her? Was she really so desperately lonely to cling to someone just because he was kind? ]
Don't... Don't talk about shit like that... [ She manages weakly, her strength faltering as she simply nuzzles her face into his neck. She still wants him, yes, but there's a slightly different feeling to it now; she wants him to hold her, to stay with her. Not forever; she's not so naive as to believe in anything like that, but--
Right now is enough. Right now is fine.
Doing as he asks, she lowers herself down, blatantly avoiding his eyes as she does so. She's lost and practically boneless, bringing her hands to cover her face. ]
[He lets filthy noises leave his throat, because he's chosen to be open with her, and he has to say that he prefers this. He watches her carefully, noting how hurt and excited she looks at the same time. When she does heed his words, he leans over her, pressing a gentle kiss to her wrists before fondling her breasts with both hands.]
Don't worry. I'm not gonna make fun of ya for bein' soft.
[Soft is what she feels under his lips, he nuzzles the skin between her breasts, kissing the right one with a controlled tenderness before taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking.
[ The kisses to her wrists make it that much harder for her to want to uncover her face, but the noises he makes prompt her to do so anyway. The hands on her breasts cause her back to arch and a soft whimper to trill at the back of her throat, and she's silently grateful that Yomo is out for the night. ]
You're the literal w-worst-- [ When his mouth finds her nipple, a low moan unfurls from her lips, her eyes fluttering shut as her hands tangle into his hair. It's all very new and exciting, being touched like this, and it feels like she could burn up at any second.
She's soaking wet in spite of all of her inner turmoil, her fingers threading through his hair and lightly grasping it as she squirms beneath him. ]
[His free hand plays with the other breast, pinching that nipple and twisting hard. He can feel more being shoved into his mouth, and parts his lips to accommodate.
At that comment, he has to release her, laughing as he does.]
I know.
[This feels so real and tender, so different from every encounter he's had.
A workaholic, Sakamoto has never had any real relationships, constantly pursuing women in brothels or girls who wanted a quick fuck. They may be strangers, but he does know Touka a little, and that makes this special.
[ She almost moans in protest when he releases her, but his laugh almost sounds like music at this point. She doesn't mind so much if he laughs like that, and instead opts to look down at him to gauge his expression.
She has no idea what to make of him, even as she's lying half-naked and at the complete mercy of his lips and tongue. She suppresses the urge to wrap her legs around his waist, but she does slide her hands down to frame either side of his face, gently tilting his head up so she can look at him. ]
... C'mere.
[ Her voice is hoarse and soft, her expression not properly tender and a little bit sad... but there's a want there, and warmth, for whatever those were worth. She gently attempts to pull him up towards her in order to place a soft, slow kiss to his mouth, her thumbs smoothing over his cheeks as she does so. ]
[It's at this point he realizes that he's still a child, unable to resist her when she asks him to come close. He simply looks at her with bewildered, half-lidded eyes, wanting for that ounce of tenderness too.
In this moment it will be clear to her that this kind of affection is out of the ordinary for him, that he's starved for it. He wants to ask if she'd rather him carry her to bed, this will feel far more intimate that way, instead of taking her right here on what appears to be a coffee table. He's unprepared for the kiss, although he closes his eyes and lets her take him.
Should he open his mouth? He sucks on her lower lip with some hesitation, taking it between his teeth and tugging slightly.]
[ No, she doesn't want to move, especially when he returns the kiss the way he does. One of her hands finds the back of his head again, gently sliding down his back as she melts into him, thighs coming up to frame his hips as her teeth lightly rake against his upper lip in response to his tugging.
She can't stand it when he's being gentle. There's too much vulnerability there.
After a few moments of savoring the kiss, she breaks away, looking up at him and gently brushing an errant strand of hair out of his face. It's a weird, foreign gesture coming from her, but this entire situation was weird anyway. There was no getting around it. ]
I want you to fuck me.
[ There, she said it, blunt as ever, shattering the lovey-dovey ambience that threatened to send her spiralling down a path she had no interest in taking. ]
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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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The concerted grind of his hips against hers causes her to moan appreciatively into his mouth, her tongue teasingly swiping across his as her eyelids flutter shut. She imagines that Kaneki would never kiss anyone this way... and it makes her press against Sakamoto harder.
It's not fair that her mind is drifting to other places. She knows it even as her hands move to undo the top button of her blouse. ]
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The very idea of women being reduced to this is maddening. Why shouldn't she be allowed to be with who she chooses? Men are allowed to sate themselves in disgusting ways at night, but there are no establishments for women, certainly not in his day and age.]
Stop thinkin' about him.
Now-
[His fingers practically tear at her blouse, unbuttoning it with a violent fervor.]
How many times do you want to come tonight? Twice? Thrice?
[While his voice is loud, almost terrifying, his hands are nimble. One snakes under her shirt, darting to undo the clasp of her bra. He's well-practiced at this, and he pulls it off and tosses it to the side.]
More than that?
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[ The curse is punctuated by a moan as she gives a slow, hard grind against his hips, her hands falling to her sides as he rips open her shirt. She feels so unimaginably hot with his hands on her, and she hates just how desperate she is for him to keep touching her. She shrugs off her shirt and manages to discard it while he works on her bra, a lazy smirk crawling across her lips at his question. ]
Someone's cocky. Five bucks says you don't even get me to come once.
[ Shifting backwards, she dips her head into the crook of his neck, running her tongue along its curve while one of her hands travels between his legs. His old fashioned clothes are weird, but she pays them no mind; they provide very little resistance as she slips a hand beneath the waist of his hakama, her palm pressing against his cock as her teeth graze against his skin. ]
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[Just for that, he decides he's going to mess with her. She gets to him first, however. Her hands are so damn soft, much softer than his own, and he thrusts shamelessly into her grip, voice now echoing throughout the establishment as if it were a whorehouse.]
You plannin' on wipin' that table down before you open, tomorrow?
[His head is spinning as he asks that question, but his tone remains cocky. She's gone too far too quickly, and so he wraps his arms around and hoists her onto the table.]
Spread your legs.
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[ As he lifts her up she gives a soft cry of surprise at the sensation, but she recovers quickly. She glares up at him defiantly when he sets her on the table, propping herself up on an elbow as she clumsily replaces her hand down the front of his hakama. It's a little more awkward from this angle, especially since she has no idea how to properly undo the damn thing, but it's worth it if she can feel him thrusting against her again. Her fingers encircle his length as she begins to pump him, eyes on his as her legs dangle off of the table's edge. ]
So fucking bossy all of a sudden, shitty Tatsuma.
[ Still, her thighs are parted even as she jerks him off underneath his hakama. She likely wouldn't be able to look at this table the same way ever again after they were through. ]
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[The tone of his voice changes quickly. Now it's softer, more desperate, accompanied by the sound of how his breath hitches as she begins to jerk him off, biting his lips as he looks her right in the eye.]
Don't like bossy?
I can be gentle, too.
[It's so difficult to concentrate when she's touching him so aggressively, he wants to focus so that she feels-]
Let go of me? I-
[He laughs.]
I'm easy, don't worry. You don't need to jerk me off just yet. I'm into you already.
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He shouldn't have been allowed to turn her on this fucking much. Before she knows it, her kakugan activates, black spreading across her sclera as her irises shift to a red hue. All because he said he was "into her."
Oh. Oh no. God damn it.
Panicking, she buries her face into his neck again, kissing and biting his skin with renewed fervor and hoping against hope he hadn't noticed. How fucking embarrassing could she be? ]
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What's up? Feelin' shy?
[He eyes the ceiling, feeling the blood rush to the useless thing between his legs, while his face turns bright red.
In a whisper:]
Me too.
Kirishima? Ah, Touka.
[His mouth runs and he can't stop it.]
You can probably tell that I'm the kind of guy who wanders around, but...
That first time, when you smiled at me? I considered stayin' in one place. That guy of yours is crazy.
If I was in his place, I would have fallen for you, hook, line, 'n sinker.
[Softly:]
Would you lie down for me? I want to treat you right.
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[ It almost comes out as a sob when she says it, though she masks it with a growl. She's shaking as her mouth works against his skin, an arm hooking around his neck for support. When he's gentle with her, she can't be distracted; she can't resent him, can't fight him, can't divorce the fact that he isn't who she wanted to do this with from the fact that they're doing it anyway. But she wants him, even if her mind is elsewhere, and it's driving her insane. ]
You're drunk, you asshole. [ She manages to calm herself down enough in order to cause her kakugan to recede, lifting herself up slightly to bring her lips to his ear. Her shakiness is evident in her voice. God, she hated being alone, and the fact that he's talking about wanting to stay--
She'd only met him this morning. What the fuck was wrong with her? Was she really so desperately lonely to cling to someone just because he was kind? ]
Don't... Don't talk about shit like that... [ She manages weakly, her strength faltering as she simply nuzzles her face into his neck. She still wants him, yes, but there's a slightly different feeling to it now; she wants him to hold her, to stay with her. Not forever; she's not so naive as to believe in anything like that, but--
Right now is enough. Right now is fine.
Doing as he asks, she lowers herself down, blatantly avoiding his eyes as she does so. She's lost and practically boneless, bringing her hands to cover her face. ]
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[He lets filthy noises leave his throat, because he's chosen to be open with her, and he has to say that he prefers this. He watches her carefully, noting how hurt and excited she looks at the same time. When she does heed his words, he leans over her, pressing a gentle kiss to her wrists before fondling her breasts with both hands.]
Don't worry. I'm not gonna make fun of ya for bein' soft.
[Soft is what she feels under his lips, he nuzzles the skin between her breasts, kissing the right one with a controlled tenderness before taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking.
He hums low, a gut reaction.]
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[ The kisses to her wrists make it that much harder for her to want to uncover her face, but the noises he makes prompt her to do so anyway. The hands on her breasts cause her back to arch and a soft whimper to trill at the back of her throat, and she's silently grateful that Yomo is out for the night. ]
You're the literal w-worst-- [ When his mouth finds her nipple, a low moan unfurls from her lips, her eyes fluttering shut as her hands tangle into his hair. It's all very new and exciting, being touched like this, and it feels like she could burn up at any second.
She's soaking wet in spite of all of her inner turmoil, her fingers threading through his hair and lightly grasping it as she squirms beneath him. ]
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At that comment, he has to release her, laughing as he does.]
I know.
[This feels so real and tender, so different from every encounter he's had.
A workaholic, Sakamoto has never had any real relationships, constantly pursuing women in brothels or girls who wanted a quick fuck. They may be strangers, but he does know Touka a little, and that makes this special.
It's not his first time, but he'll remember it.]
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She has no idea what to make of him, even as she's lying half-naked and at the complete mercy of his lips and tongue. She suppresses the urge to wrap her legs around his waist, but she does slide her hands down to frame either side of his face, gently tilting his head up so she can look at him. ]
... C'mere.
[ Her voice is hoarse and soft, her expression not properly tender and a little bit sad... but there's a want there, and warmth, for whatever those were worth. She gently attempts to pull him up towards her in order to place a soft, slow kiss to his mouth, her thumbs smoothing over his cheeks as she does so. ]
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In this moment it will be clear to her that this kind of affection is out of the ordinary for him, that he's starved for it. He wants to ask if she'd rather him carry her to bed, this will feel far more intimate that way, instead of taking her right here on what appears to be a coffee table. He's unprepared for the kiss, although he closes his eyes and lets her take him.
Should he open his mouth? He sucks on her lower lip with some hesitation, taking it between his teeth and tugging slightly.]
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She can't stand it when he's being gentle. There's too much vulnerability there.
After a few moments of savoring the kiss, she breaks away, looking up at him and gently brushing an errant strand of hair out of his face. It's a weird, foreign gesture coming from her, but this entire situation was weird anyway. There was no getting around it. ]
I want you to fuck me.
[ There, she said it, blunt as ever, shattering the lovey-dovey ambience that threatened to send her spiralling down a path she had no interest in taking. ]
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