[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. ]
[He should respond with a similar fervor, bluntness, but he can't. Instead he only nods in response, kissing her cheek before stepping back and removing every unnecessary bit of clothing. He shrugs off his haori fully, pulling the thin kimono off as well to reveal a broad-shouldered and well-sculpted build.
That's not to say his body wasn't littered with imperfections- Scars, hair and the like. He messes with his hakama, hiking them down to reveal his already leaking cock, somewhat ashamed of how far along he is already. In his day and age condoms weren't readily available, so he doesn't think of such things, instead letting a hand slide up her thigh, tugging down at the hem of her panties.]
Do you want me to take your skirt off too? S-sorry, I...
[ She repeats the word incredulously, though she fights the urge to laugh. She works at the closure of her skirt and lifts her hips, slipping it off of her legs and letting it flutter to the floor. She assists him in removing her (admittedly soaked) panties, shivering slightly as she discards them, her bare ass cold against the coffee table when she lowers her hips.
Sitting up, her hands find his cock again, stroking him gently as she places kisses along his chest and stomach. ]
[He's seen naked women before, but never has he felt shame seeing a woman undress, although he does now. He can smell her arousal and it excites him beyond belief, although he blushes when he gets a brief peek at everything below the waist, suddenly feeling like a virgin again.
Her fingers will feel sticky as she strokes him, and he shivers when he feels her lips against his body, her hands warm and gentle. Almost too quickly, he responds:]
Yes. Don't get me wrong! I've done this before, but...
All the girls I've been with have been older.
[Experienced, detached. He brushes over Touka's wanton hand with his own, laughing too.]
You might have to help me out here. I don't want to hurt ya. Lift your hips a little?
[ Touka has never undressed in front of anyone before, really, and it makes her more embarrassed than she'd like to admit. She can feel his eyes on him and it's exciting, though it causes her skin to flush.
She doesn't mind the stickiness so much, and she can't help but laugh when he replies to her. ]
That a fact? You can pretend I have white hair and wrinkly tits if it helps you, then.
[ Prrrrobably not the kind of old he was referring to, but whatever.
Loath as she is to admit it, she's fairly nervous, too. She decides to trust him, though, as she settles back down, releasing his cock in order to raise her hips as he asks. ]
Don't worry about that. It'll be fine. [ The words carry more weight than he likely knows. ]
[That's funny. He thinks so, at least. The fact that she can laugh through it all makes it easier on him, too. Hesitation is bad in these scenarios, because any sort of tensing up will probably hurt her.
He grabs the base of his cock and presses it against swollen flesh, parting her slowly as he thrusts forward. This is a better angle, at least he can see what's happening-
Oh. Oh.
She's tight around him, moreso than the others he's been with, but he attributes that to the fact that Touka is a normal girl and not a sex worker. He releases his grip on himself as he plunges forward, crying out and wrapping his arms around Touka's slender frame. He presses the skin of his noise against her shoulder, tongue idly lapping at any sweat it can catch.]
It's okay. I'm not judging you. [ The ghost of a smile lights her features as she watches him, the flush of her skin abating.
His laugh eases her worries slightly, but even then, it isn't enough for her to prepare herself for the sensation of him entering her. She almost forgets to breathe as his cock presses against her slick entrance, and when he enters her, she tenses up. ]
A-Ah---!!
[ To say that it hurts would be inaccurate, but it certainly is... uncomfortable. He feels thick and hot inside of her, and before she knows it, her kakugan rouses itself once more, her sex clenching hard around him as it struggles to adjust. His holding her is comforting, and without thinking, she grabs one of his hands, tangling their fingers together.
She doesn't even care if he sees her eyes at this point. Part of her wants to ask him to move, tilting her head again in order to accommodate his mouth against her shoulder. Another part of her wants him to stay still so she can get used to the feeling of him inside her as her muscles spasm around him.
She does neither, and instead opts to press her hips into his in what she hopes is an encouraging gesture, a soft hiss eking its way through her teeth. She's shaking again, and tears are kissing the corners of her eyes, but she can't rightly say that the whole thing is unpleasant. ]
[Why does she have to go and hold his hands like that?
Never before has sex seemed so intimate, it had just been something he did to scratch an itch, literally a pleasurable pounding of the flesh. Touka makes him feel emotions that he does not quite yet understand, and he can't help but squezze her hand in return, closing his eyes as he because to busy his mouth with a collarbone.
Sakamoto doesn't see her eyes or monstrous qualities just yet, instead he begins to move, thrusting in and out slowly, relishing just how easy it is to rut inside of her when she's this wet. What the hell did he say to get her to act like this? The hand that isn't holding hers moves from her waist to her ass, slapping a cheek out of sheer curiosity, just to gauge a reaction.]
[ Because it's the only thing she can think of to do; because she'd probably do it if he had been someone else. It's intimate and stupid and so sweet that it almost hurts her, and she doesn't so much moan as cry out again every time he moves, prompting her back to lift off of the table and her eyes to flutter shut at the sensation.
Her mind blearily wonders if it would have been the same if Sakamoto hadn't been the one between her legs, and the grip she holds on his hand tightens. Moving against him is awkward at first, but when she hooks her legs around his waist to bring him closer, to feel him deeper, it doesn't seem to matter all that much. Her hips roll up into his in an attempt to match the slow, steady rhythm he's building, the hand not holding his finding his hair for the umpteenth time and grasping desperately at it.
It isn't white. It isn't white, and she's suddenly coming to find that she's beginning not to care.
When he slaps her ass, she gives an appreciative hiss as she clenches down around him. The action even further removes him from whatever fantasies she'd entertained over the last few years, and it prompts her to further angle her hips upwards as an invitation for more, should he decide he'd like to take it. ]
Fuck...
[ The hand in his hair slides down his back as he continues to fuck her, finding his ass and grabbing at it almost desperately, her breath coming in short, soft gasps. ]
[It sounds like she's struggling to same his name, and once again, he finds himself feeling angry. Not just irritated this time, but irate. The hand on his ass feels good, he'll learn that he likes it being touched and toyed with. Touka will realize that there's plenty to grab, and she's already taken a handful.
That makes him gyrate his hips harder, faster, aggressively so. She was strong enough to carry him, so he assumes that she's strong enough to take a dick. The speed and force he's using might actually be dangerous for a normal woman, but there was something strange about Touka, she hardly seemed normal in the first place.]
Are you still thinking about him? For fuck's sake, I'm not-
[As soon as he catches sight of her eyes, the strange wings protruding from her back...
His eyes widen in surprise and alarm. This explains her totally absurd behavior, her rough nature and the very suspicious nature of this cafe. She had mentioning loving the people here, was that because they accepted her for being different?
Honestly, her eyes and wings aren't freakish, he's ripped open the bellies of far more terrifying beasts, but his anger fades to concern as he sees how he's affecting her. Instead of looking like he's ostracizing her, or terrified, he merely touches her face with one hand, brushing a strand of hair from it.]
[ Yes, good, this is exactly the response she'd been looking for, her mind going fuzzy and blank as he fucks her hard, her hips not being able to do much else aside from hold themselves upwards as he pounds in and out of her. Her once-soft cries border on veritable screams as the table protests beneath the two of them, her fingertips digging into his ass as her kagune begins to stir and rip out of her back before she can control it.
Just as she feels herself about to come hard around his cock, however, he slows, and panic begins to bubble up inside of her. She releases him entirely when she feels him look up at her, the hand on her face causing her to flinch. Touka expects to find fear in his face, or maybe hatred... but instead there is concern. Worry.
It causes her expression to scrunch up, her surprise giving way to sadness and confusion. ]
What the fuck--
[ Why did he have to be so understanding? So tender? Before she knows it, tears are welling up in her eyes, the fiery wing at her back twitching before dissipating. ]
Why can't you ever just be properly angry? What the hell is wrong with you?!
[ God, she wants to tear him apart, to riddle him with holes from her ukaku. She also wants to fall in love with him, to rely on him, to have him stay with her. Her kakugan appear glassy in the darkness of the cafe as the tears building in them begin to wet her cheeks, the sight of them somewhere between terrifying and strange. ]
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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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That's not to say his body wasn't littered with imperfections- Scars, hair and the like. He messes with his hakama, hiking them down to reveal his already leaking cock, somewhat ashamed of how far along he is already. In his day and age condoms weren't readily available, so he doesn't think of such things, instead letting a hand slide up her thigh, tugging down at the hem of her panties.]
Do you want me to take your skirt off too? S-sorry, I...
I forgot.
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[ She repeats the word incredulously, though she fights the urge to laugh. She works at the closure of her skirt and lifts her hips, slipping it off of her legs and letting it flutter to the floor. She assists him in removing her (admittedly soaked) panties, shivering slightly as she discards them, her bare ass cold against the coffee table when she lowers her hips.
Sitting up, her hands find his cock again, stroking him gently as she places kisses along his chest and stomach. ]
... Are you nervous?
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Her fingers will feel sticky as she strokes him, and he shivers when he feels her lips against his body, her hands warm and gentle. Almost too quickly, he responds:]
Yes. Don't get me wrong! I've done this before, but...
All the girls I've been with have been older.
[Experienced, detached. He brushes over Touka's wanton hand with his own, laughing too.]
You might have to help me out here. I don't want to hurt ya. Lift your hips a little?
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She doesn't mind the stickiness so much, and she can't help but laugh when he replies to her. ]
That a fact? You can pretend I have white hair and wrinkly tits if it helps you, then.
[ Prrrrobably not the kind of old he was referring to, but whatever.
Loath as she is to admit it, she's fairly nervous, too. She decides to trust him, though, as she settles back down, releasing his cock in order to raise her hips as he asks. ]
Don't worry about that. It'll be fine. [ The words carry more weight than he likely knows. ]
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[That's funny. He thinks so, at least. The fact that she can laugh through it all makes it easier on him, too. Hesitation is bad in these scenarios, because any sort of tensing up will probably hurt her.
He grabs the base of his cock and presses it against swollen flesh, parting her slowly as he thrusts forward. This is a better angle, at least he can see what's happening-
Oh. Oh.
She's tight around him, moreso than the others he's been with, but he attributes that to the fact that Touka is a normal girl and not a sex worker. He releases his grip on himself as he plunges forward, crying out and wrapping his arms around Touka's slender frame. He presses the skin of his noise against her shoulder, tongue idly lapping at any sweat it can catch.]
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His laugh eases her worries slightly, but even then, it isn't enough for her to prepare herself for the sensation of him entering her. She almost forgets to breathe as his cock presses against her slick entrance, and when he enters her, she tenses up. ]
A-Ah---!!
[ To say that it hurts would be inaccurate, but it certainly is... uncomfortable. He feels thick and hot inside of her, and before she knows it, her kakugan rouses itself once more, her sex clenching hard around him as it struggles to adjust. His holding her is comforting, and without thinking, she grabs one of his hands, tangling their fingers together.
She doesn't even care if he sees her eyes at this point. Part of her wants to ask him to move, tilting her head again in order to accommodate his mouth against her shoulder. Another part of her wants him to stay still so she can get used to the feeling of him inside her as her muscles spasm around him.
She does neither, and instead opts to press her hips into his in what she hopes is an encouraging gesture, a soft hiss eking its way through her teeth. She's shaking again, and tears are kissing the corners of her eyes, but she can't rightly say that the whole thing is unpleasant. ]
F-Feeling better?
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Never before has sex seemed so intimate, it had just been something he did to scratch an itch, literally a pleasurable pounding of the flesh. Touka makes him feel emotions that he does not quite yet understand, and he can't help but squezze her hand in return, closing his eyes as he because to busy his mouth with a collarbone.
Sakamoto doesn't see her eyes or monstrous qualities just yet, instead he begins to move, thrusting in and out slowly, relishing just how easy it is to rut inside of her when she's this wet. What the hell did he say to get her to act like this? The hand that isn't holding hers moves from her waist to her ass, slapping a cheek out of sheer curiosity, just to gauge a reaction.]
Y-yeah. Shit.
You feel good.
[Understatement of the century.]
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Her mind blearily wonders if it would have been the same if Sakamoto hadn't been the one between her legs, and the grip she holds on his hand tightens. Moving against him is awkward at first, but when she hooks her legs around his waist to bring him closer, to feel him deeper, it doesn't seem to matter all that much. Her hips roll up into his in an attempt to match the slow, steady rhythm he's building, the hand not holding his finding his hair for the umpteenth time and grasping desperately at it.
It isn't white. It isn't white, and she's suddenly coming to find that she's beginning not to care.
When he slaps her ass, she gives an appreciative hiss as she clenches down around him. The action even further removes him from whatever fantasies she'd entertained over the last few years, and it prompts her to further angle her hips upwards as an invitation for more, should he decide he'd like to take it. ]
Fuck...
[ The hand in his hair slides down his back as he continues to fuck her, finding his ass and grabbing at it almost desperately, her breath coming in short, soft gasps. ]
... H-Harder... Do me harder, Tatsuma.
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That makes him gyrate his hips harder, faster, aggressively so. She was strong enough to carry him, so he assumes that she's strong enough to take a dick. The speed and force he's using might actually be dangerous for a normal woman, but there was something strange about Touka, she hardly seemed normal in the first place.]
Are you still thinking about him? For fuck's sake, I'm not-
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His eyes widen in surprise and alarm. This explains her totally absurd behavior, her rough nature and the very suspicious nature of this cafe. She had mentioning loving the people here, was that because they accepted her for being different?
Honestly, her eyes and wings aren't freakish, he's ripped open the bellies of far more terrifying beasts, but his anger fades to concern as he sees how he's affecting her. Instead of looking like he's ostracizing her, or terrified, he merely touches her face with one hand, brushing a strand of hair from it.]
What's up?
Are you okay?
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Just as she feels herself about to come hard around his cock, however, he slows, and panic begins to bubble up inside of her. She releases him entirely when she feels him look up at her, the hand on her face causing her to flinch. Touka expects to find fear in his face, or maybe hatred... but instead there is concern. Worry.
It causes her expression to scrunch up, her surprise giving way to sadness and confusion. ]
What the fuck--
[ Why did he have to be so understanding? So tender? Before she knows it, tears are welling up in her eyes, the fiery wing at her back twitching before dissipating. ]
Why can't you ever just be properly angry? What the hell is wrong with you?!
[ God, she wants to tear him apart, to riddle him with holes from her ukaku. She also wants to fall in love with him, to rely on him, to have him stay with her. Her kakugan appear glassy in the darkness of the cafe as the tears building in them begin to wet her cheeks, the sight of them somewhere between terrifying and strange. ]
Why do you have to be like this...?
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