sensualities | [ futurology au ] like I'm down on the floor and don't know what I'm meant for

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[ futurology au ] like I'm down on the floor and don't know what I'm meant for

type » { au } futurology-verse
characters » date masamune & megumi.
rating » pg to r
what » a little bonding, a little friendship, a little sexiness

Dragonfire District

[ Dramatic may have been an understatement.

Not that she could find it in herself to really complain about it, seeing as this mission had gone a whole lot better than she imagines it would have otherwise. They weren't exactly out of the woods yet, but for the while, there seemed to be some peace- well, how couldn't there be? For once, according to the locals around, the Kazeryuu and Hyoryuu factions were keeping to themselves after what had seemed like them nearly losing their kids in the middle of their conflict. It had given the families pause to stop and rescue their children, the little lords named Bonten and Shigeyuri, from any further harm. Megumi, honestly, couldn't believe her luck when their task turned out to be a lot more engaging than she would have otherwise thought, and despite her initial reluctance, she hadn't complained the entire while. This world, for starters, wasn't a bad one either- it seemed like the best of feudal orientalism had mixed with futuristic mysticism, and it gave this land of Hoshiyama a pretty nice aethetic.

At least for one, they didn't look out of place.

They did have to don some adjusted clothing besides the uniforms they had on them, but that was quickly done- hey, making clothes for her dolls had its perks, and she still remembered most of it. It felt good as well, to be wearing something like she was used to, though the mission itself had required infiltration- and not many were used to a female speaking up the way she did. At the very least, it resulted in getting her respected pretty quickly with her skill, and she was quickly set upon to the little lord Bonten's side, while Masamune was dealing with the gentler Shige, who seemed to actually need a bodyguard compared to the boy Megumi was supposed to be attending to. They also seemed to be quite comfortable with magic here, so that was another bonus- in fact, not many wielded it well enough for that respect, so they were quickly in a position of power and to continue their investigation on what was maintaining this thousand year conflict between the two families.

The locals, at least, had been helpful there, though many already knew of the rumours- that strong, confident Master Bonten and sweet and gentle Master Shige tried to keep themselves away from the conflict like their brothers- and they were forced to create enmity because of the potential for destruction to both houses if they didn't remain in conflict. Megumi had found it odd, because it just seemed like the fighting had given something else control over both families, and sure enough, once that source- the Chaos Dragon, had been discovered by both Masamune and her, the only way to deflect it would be to ensure that both families came together against it. Classic case of divided they fall, aside from the fact that this creature of Chaos only wished to feed on the conflict to empower itself and had been doing so for years and years.

And so, the boys had to fall in love.

It had been Megumi's bright idea, really, and she'd suggested it jokingly, but after both her and Masamune had uncovered what was really going on- well. Their "masters" weren't going to believe it- but the boys themselves? A gentle nudge in the right direction wouldn't hurt, and it certainly wasn't, seeing as how successfully it went. It didn't hurt that the boys were already drawn to each other and hiding their emotions in the face of their eternal family hatred, so all it really took was gently guiding them back where it wouldn't be a failure. Just like tonight, with them both slipping out of their homes while their families left them to rest after that rather brutal confrontation from a night ago, and with the boys getting caught in the crossfire. Megumi had already done her job in healing them both, so all that was left now was giving them room to go and be on their own. She was still keeping an eye on them, of course, together with Masamune, but for the most part? The boys finally got to be on their own, away from their families, and spend the night as they pleased. She felt completely satisfied with herself there, and Masamune- damn, who'd have thought working together with a samurai warlord would end up being this much fun? Not that he hadn't already shown himself to being quite the wild guy once he came out of his shell- surprisingly enough? But working together with Date Masamune. After all that they'd been through, she still found herself feeling a little giddy thinking that he considered her a comrade and friend now.

Especially when she recalls how he was when she first entered Oska, and how he seemed then- almost frightening and angry. Yet looking at how things went after that? She has a feeling he enjoyed this a whole lot more than her, and still was. Their job wasn't done, but hell, they're still having a good time.

Chaos Dragon, you're going down, she finds herself thinking smugly, and by everything she does hope this doesn't screw up now after they've come so far. ]

Benisato District

[ Having become the bodyguards of the sons to the most powerful factions in this land of Hoshiyama, they did have their own residences nearby- though compared to where the factions were located, their place was in a more modern part of town with all the fixings and trappings a girl like her could appreciate. Not that the Dragonfire District lacked anything- even in the veil of feudalism, it housed some pretty incredible technology, though she did like it a little more straightforward here. It reminded her of home a bit, though there were some interesting perks to the place that she wishes actually did exist there. Like the sky garden in their building that made it feel like they were walking on any surface they wanted, including a starry sky or a pool of water or glimmering, bioluminiscent grass. She's settled for a starry sky, matching the very incredible view overlooking the business district in the distance where the families held their seats of power. She'd dressed back down at least and was poking the Squidgy she'd named Droplet, causing it to giggle and make silly sounds for her while setting it on the railing. It was well behaved, at the very least, and she lets it jump off and run back inside to their penthouse suite to go and join its friend in the tank she got for it.

She wonders, as she glances to her side, if Masamune misses this life- not a modern life, because he doesn't come from one, but a life of actually protecting people- of leading them in his position of power, and keeping them safe. She has noticed a change from when they'd first met to now, and it's- pleasant and warming almost, to see how much he's opened up. It doesn't hurt that he's pretty darn handsome compared to the books she used to read (the manga did him far more justice) and she could always ship him with the cuties from his world. Ah, the very thought of him being ploughed into while being held down and gasping and moaning in intense pleasure... her hands go to her cheeks as she realizes this is the most fun she's had since arriving in this hot mess of a situation, and she's glad for once- that being stuck here, she actually has someone who she knows, by now, she does care for and would protect the way she does her friends back home.

No matter that she can't remember them, but she knows she would.

Watching the Squidgy run off, she follows it, moving to stop and stand by the railing next to Masamune and looking him over. She knows he's taken a caring attitude towards his young new master Shigeyuri- and it helps that he's kind and cute, too. Looking smug, she moves her elbows to the railing and gives him a playful grin. ]

Looks like I win this bet, Dragon-man. I'd said the boys had totally fallen for each other and we'd see them come through, and you doubted it. Granted it almost got them killed...

[ She shudders at the thought, because as annoying as Bonten was with her and kept trying to lift her skirt, she'd begun to care for the kid herself. ]

... but they'd have rather died than see the other fall. You owe me a pretty meaty meal!

[ What she hasn't noticed about herself though? She's started smiling a lot more, too. Maybe it's just something in the air- but she's not yelling and cursing at people around them... well, when she doesn't have to. The tsun never dies, after all.

Guess having a friend worth protecting can do that, huh? ]

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[ The thing he valued most about side missions was admittedly the power to have enough influence and say when compared to the 80-member Audentes that they are were now both a part of. Despite his rank and expertise from back home, he didn't flaunt it or attempt to use it to get his way and he found with so few from the same country and even fewer understanding his way of thought, it was often hard to muster a personal desire to stand on one side versus another. Often the situations had Masamune feel as if he were merely being told history rather than connecting to it.

That had only gotten worse the longer he went through missions with the team. It was certainly easier than allowing oneself to muster the energy to personally invest only to be potentially downright ignored despite being one of the few original members of the team.

That had gotten old quite fast and Masamune found himself at times once again having to become something that shouldn't have been necessary with a group of comrades. Of course, that was ultimately how these large groups "in equality" of superiority would always fall: factions starting between groups sharing ideologies and feeling their way was best and other ideas were to not be allowed. Maybe ALASTAIR mostly rose above that need to be unites under someone of higher attribute, but most of the members they gathered certainly hadn't.

Not to mention, this mission had shown him a good side of innocent people. Both kids were ultimately kind hearted and likable which made things even easier.

It's also nostalgic, for sure-- he likes having a purpose of protecting those who need being protected and thus he very much misses the ability to protect his land and his people. However, the war part is more difficult to say. The battlefield is his life and he is one of those people that comes to life—a completely different person that makes his off-battlefield self look sluggish at times.
But he only cares about fighting one person and all his responsibilities of being a warlord and the supreme commander of his army means he has to put his own wants and desires on hold.

Besides, he can't deny he has people he rather likes and cares about. It's been a long and uncertain road, but he's finally able to have a better idea of what a friend really is and how to treat one. This girl, for example, was absolutely someone he never could have imagined becoming real friends with when they met after what he went through. Megumi had shown him he never thought it possible partly because he never understood what a friend like her was.

Despite all the good things going, Masamune is restless. It's something he can't help—he's high maintenance in terms of controlling his boredom and he's once again gotten used to having Yukimura around to beat on someone and get beaten in return.

Hell, he was even okay with Bonten's skirt lifting attempts so long as he had a chance from his angle to reap any visual rewards along with the kid (sorry not sorry, Megumi...).

Speaking of the masters— ]

Ha? Yeah, they were determined to make me lose that bet [ by having her initial teasing actually end up being right. ] even if it killed them.

[ Masamune doesn't sound particularly upset but his posture as he shifts placing is that of a restless four-year-old that is face plastered against the glass door out to the backyard like a dog.

Although the Date clan leader is good at weaving through being social without opening up, he has certain things that he will never be secretive of. He's blunt about the things that matter (to him, anyway) and he exhales through his nose sharply as he fidgets. ]

Let's do something, I'm bored. You're bored, too. [ So it has been declared with little time to correct him. Masamune knows he can't fight her but before she offers any ideas that are definitely not some type of way to calm his restlessness, he goes for the first thing he can think of next (and only because ALASTAIR cats had been very not subtle about breaking less shit and competing with each other through other things like their team building apps. Go figure, a team building app that can also be a competitive host)— ]

Do you dance?

Edited 2016-07-14 20:25 (UTC)

[ Becoming friends with a warlord, a dead samurai warlord from hundreds of years in her past? Get real. Even all the magic in her world can't turn back time... well, even if someone did find that out, who'd know anyway? So she just considers herself fortunate that she's been able to have this chance, even if it's about as fucked up as it comes for most things.

Still, she can't complain, the guy's been a treat to know- and even through this mission with them both having to deal with the sons of two opposing families, it's been an adventure. Even more so than their time doing missions that well- she can't even say she enjoyed them because they were always so complicated with groups of people.

But- she's happy to see that there's some light back in Masamune's eye, because you'd have think someone had killed his puppy when she first met him. She can't help it, having grown up around guys, it's a little impossible to not be sensitive to the moods of the men around her, though it's when he asks that question that she blinks. ]

Huh? Me? Dance?

[ The topic hadn't come up until now, so of course he wouldn't know- but anyone back home would know that unless a dance had some simple coordination, Megumi had about as much grace as a hippo in a tutu and definitely not those cute ones from Fantasya.

She stares at Masamune in surprise. ]

Not particularly. Unless you want your toes crushed. I suck at dancing.

[ He is a noble... come to think of it, didn't warlords like Oda Nobunaga enjoy dancing too? She looks over curiously, a small smirk playing on her lips. ]

Why, do you like it? Never took you for a dancing guy, D.M!

[ The nicknames keep coming, but hey, Dragon-man, Date Masamune... D.M... he'd better enjoy them, because she rarely gives nicknames to anyone just like that. Even if it did take a while to get to them. ]

[ well, he had felt like someone killed his puppy, that's for sure. And while he'd treated her well enough, he definitely had done his share at trying to keep her at a distance. However, she'd proved to him (perhaps finally) that not all women were the same. While he's never gone into detail, it doesn't mean it wasn't still true.

He doesn't mind her nicknames, and he'd be a hypocrite if he did considering most eventually got some sort of one (affectionate rather than insulting ones, anyway) after getting close enough to him. Her comment about not taking him as a dancing person with that smirk receives a little bit of one of his own but ultimately no direct response. Straightening up, he turns enough to look to her with a: ]

Dancing it is!

[ Maybe he's insisting a little much because it's not a thing she's into but also it's somewhat a rhythm thing-- with the whole body, anyway. Already, he's holding onto his bracelet (which, she may or may not have already asked about due to it being the Sanada clan six coins representation) in order to find the dance app that the group had been gifted with. ]

Edited 2016-07-15 01:05 (UTC)

[ The problem is, once she's gotten the suspicion someone is hurting or in pain- even if it's not her place to, she'll still try to find some way to get that person the help they want to get. Probably comes from the doctor in her- or correctly, the healer. Who knew all he'd wanted was just someone to just be his friend?

Hell, she's fine with it- it's given her the chance to learn more about all those famous warlord-y things manga and history books only touched upon. Kind of like the rokumonsen he's wearing that he normally wouldn't have because he isn't from the Sanada clan, and learning that him and Sanada Yukimura are likely, totally, absolutely banging.

Well, she daydreams about that a lot. Hee, hee.

But everything is taking a screeching, record-scratching halt when he suggests a dance, and her eyes nearly bulge out of her head. ]

Hey!! Don't you dare, Dragon bre-

[ Only, her protest comes a moment too late and she groans aloud, facepalming fast as the area surrounding them becomes a digital dance arena, blocking off the world around them in a nice little "zone" that contains their noise and sounds once the app activates. She knows this app, she's done everything to actively avoid it, and now she's got her cheeks puffs up grumpily. ]

I can't dance. If you want to laugh at me that bad, you could just get the Squidgy to pee on me again, you know!

[ Ew. ]

[ Masamune smiles cheekily at her alternative suggestion-slash-resistance to the inevitable: they gonna dance. ] It could pee on me, too, though. 「Gross.」

[ One thing he tends to do is rarely deny others' assumptions when incorrect. Often, he'll even go along with it being true verbally, even if not in his actions. He does understand it makes relationships a little difficult when the person is always thinking of him in a poorer light, but he's found that it's a safe way to better read people and the chances of whether he can associate with them ever on a truly honest level. So far, his method seems to correctly demonstrate those that can better understand him from the ones that expect him to make himself understandable for them. There's give and take and while Masamune won't offer first, he certainly will respond in kind for those that do.

Reaching to take her hand he gives her a slight tug, his smile more friendly. ]

「Not to worry」, I'll help you figure it out.

[ The truth is this version of Date Masamune used fan dance technique as the basing for his six-swords fighting style. So, to say he likes it might have been a little too misleading if he answered her earlier. This isn't fan dancing, but it's still pretty fun and something to do physically when he can't swing swords around. ]

[ Oh she's going to kill him. She's going to hang him upside down the balcony and make the squidgies tickle his feet enough that he cries. And when he begs to be let up and that he can't take it any more, she'll have them tickle him more!! Or. Something. She's not good at this torture shit.

It also, really, really doesn't help that he's got the cutest cocky smile that on many other men, she'd want to punch off (she'd still punch it off!! if she hated it some more!!) but on some level, she's also figured that he just wants to fill that little agitation he's having when he sits idle.

He's like a bolt of electricity, sparking everywhere, and it's hard for him to settle. THAT does not mean he drags her dancing, either!! She's mostly arguing because while she hasn't even bothered learning how to (she probably moves as badly as lame white guys swinging around), she gets... shy and embarrassed very quickly when she isn't perfect at something she does. It's why she was so competitive at school with even her best friends. At least it's still just him, and it shocks her to realize the amount of trust she is giving him right now.

Date Masamune, your cute grin isn't going to work on me that easy, and I'm gonna make you regret- ]

[ Her thoughts come to a pause as the instrumental melody to a song she both recognizes and has played many times on her guitar starts playing, and she blinks and looks around the app as the fake audience and the beats visualise around them. She watches the notes racing past them and she looks back at Masamune with a surprised look. ]

I know this song. You're not expecting me to dance to it, are you?! Do you even know how to?!

[ It's asked in a less frantic manner than she was just moments ago, but also genuine curiosity. The app just plays the songs, but how convenient that it would play something she'd recognize?

... honestly, judging from some of the things he's told her, she wouldn't be surprised if some anachronism existed that allowed rock music in his time (motor-horsies, really?) But if Masamune is actually in the know about music like this? Well, colour her surprised. ]

[ Megumi is right, it all helps to ease the itch he gets from hanging idle too long, although perhaps it makes sense his various cocky and otherwise shitlord smiles are cute or Kojuro would have murdered him and buried him in the ground forever ago.

Masamune tilts his head a little to one side as the notes start, glancing to the visual cues and seeing if they generally match before he acquires himself an answer and smirks rather confidently as he rests one hand loosely at his hip, one of his feet working to tap out the timing. ]

Seems a little jazzed up from what I'm used to but it's definitely familiar. 「So yes、I can.」

[ Which also makes it rather obvious what he's silently saying when he looks expectantly over to her; well, of course he expects her to dance to it. If she knows the song, then it's even less of an issue, yeah?

For what it's worth, Masamune finds her sudden recognition and subsequent surprise rather cute so he'll give her a chance to make her own reaction to his answer instead of dragging her in immediately without choice.

...Not that the warlord will give her very long, though, so she best make use of it! ]

Serious?

[ Wild War Dance got so popular from the videogame it was in that it made it to public, after all. Heck, she learned it so fast after too- she was the best player at school when it came to that song. Which is why she gawks at the response that Masamune knows it. Granted the game was a samurai arcade one, but you know...

No way.

It's why she does decide to relent a little because it doesn't seem like Masamune is giving up on this plan of his, but she's not about to scramble around like a headless monkey just for his entertainment. It's time to turn this situation around.

Which is why she finally turns around and holds out her arm, palm open and fingers straight in a "stop" gesture just in front of Masamune's face before lowering it and turning around. It's a display that most familiar with this kind of holographic reality technology recognize, because now she's pulling down the main menu to open up the instrument panel and lowering down the lead guitar to silence while letting the rest of it play. She switches screens to select the silenced instrument and plucks it out of the holographic selection, a beautiful little fender stratocaster she switches the colours on before holding it in front of her like a defensive weapon across her body-

Only, she's grinning and looking at Masamune with challenge in her eye as she switches the screen again, this time on the ready performance screen. He'll dance, alright, but she's going to be playing a different game here- and matching up with him for it. ]

Fine, then, Dragon Man. We'll play your game, but I'm gonna give you something better than a dance. Better get your moves on because I don't like losing.

[ She slides her hand over her ear to select the microphone option as the beat continues, and restarts the song as the metronome beats out the beginning, and-

She doesn't wait, immediately belting out the lead melody of the introduction easily to the backing track, her own foot tapping to the beat as she grins over at Masamune. She'll loop the intro until he starts to dance, but she has no intention of stopping now, as the music's notes start appearing for her to match, and the floor panels light up, indicating the dancing segment about to begin. ]

Don't fall behind, I'm gonna get the game going! Get ready to ROCK!

[ It's his only warning, before she starts to sing along too ( starting with the beginning lyrics), circling around him in time to the beats as she plays.

She'll probably loop the song if he doesn't move before the refrain, so he has time to catch up. But she isn't about to stop, this kind of jam? That's her thing! ]

Edited 2016-07-16 20:08 (UTC)

[ The sudden change in interest concerning participation is quite welcome: although he hadn't expected the change of events (the instrument wielding in addition to her sudden competitiveness), he doesn't show it in favor of focusing on the end result: she's absolutely down for this. What else matters and needs to be thought on, really?

He laughs his agreement with an excited and elongated whoop of ye-aha-hehh!, turning to look at the note and move signals to properly start moving forward with the sudden competition and moves his foot forward properly to match the next cue that is available. ]

「Here we go!」

[ Time to PARTY ROCK. ]

[ Throw in a competition and she's on it like fire. The song is a fun one at least, and since it's a music and dance app, she can just switch on to something she can do. Not that she can't do the dance following a sequence of directions, but she gets self conscious way too easily.

Now, playing the song? That's so much better- and she's good at it. Though, unbeknownst to her, she is actually following the dance sequence- it's just that using the playing of the song as a crutch, she's unintentionally keeping up with the beat as well as she circles around behind Masamune to sing and play for him. Soon enough, as the song progresses, she's getting into it too, and they're laughing and moving together as she performs, totally killing it with her own guitar sequence.

It's entertaining, and fun, and as she's moving around him, she catches a glimpse of his profile and finds herself smiling as the melody takes a dip into a slower part. She keeps singing though, but her attention is on him, just- relieved and happy that he's actually letting go, he's performing and enjoying himself.

That his face is lighting up like this and somehow she contributed to it. She wants good things for this guy, and the thought makes her heart skip a beat as she wonders if she could give it to him- or has. When she thinks back to whoever took that light from his eye when she first arrived, she almost wants to punch them with the head of her guitar... her poor guitar. But right now, she doesn't have to worry about it.

He's an idiot, but he's... her idiot friend, isn't he? The thought makes her smile and she grins and plays the refrain with a slash of sound, singing to him and now, unconsciously, following his directional moves with the appearing sequence as she plays and sings, while the music goes into freestyle.

She's gonna beat him, and even if she doesn't, she's going to make him work for that win! ]

[ The thing he likes most about this app is the ability to move freely without needing to stay in one direction to continue. It's especially good now because with Megumi circling him, it's hard not to want to follow her with his line of sight even innocently so. She's often spunky, anyway, but similar to how Yukimura manages to burn color into his world no matter how dull it becomes, this girl seems to have managed to be able to touch and soothe the more recent wounds he'd buried deep prior to meeting her to keep them from interfering with his judgment. It was effective but he wasn't free of their influence in his general mood and his behavior towards those that were not already highly established in his life. Even people he was simply familiar with were victim to it, unwilling as much as unable to correctly adjust to somewhere in between for them.

When the song slows, he finds himself listening to her lyrics

In slow motion, now I look up to the sky
I feel my sight is getting dark
Someone wake me, I see all the dreams are gone,
then I could get started now.

and finds himself glancing in her direction around the third line. While he has little to say, his expression calms from the general excitement of the fun they're sharing to something calmer and deeper than a surface level enjoyment. He'll join her last line before it loops back into refrain.

This song didn't have lyrics back when, but he can see and read them well enough as they also appear in timing with the music. For some reason, he realizes the words are almost strangely reflective of how he feels about her at parts. Coincidence, surely but—

Your smile is always behind me waiting for me

—she's really helped him and he doesn't know if she even realizes how important that is to him. He has Kojuro, of course, and Yukimura now, too, but to find someone not originally connected to him in any way actually being there as he had always thought a real friend by definition should be is invaluable. He isn't delusional in assuming his importance to others despite being a bit arrogant on other things, but something about her makes him have little doubt about her motives. It's not hard for him to feel he's important enough to her to care about him and so it's really easy for him to feel nothing less than the same for her and show it, too.

The young warlord will turn away to regain the energy to continue the song's final pickup now, but the thoughts aren't gone despite the loss of the softer appreciation to revert back to the excitement.

Nobody can stop them now, indeed. She's become important to him over time without him even realizing it but unlike many who resist letting others in even once they realize it's too late, he is blatant and insistent on making sure those such people get the loyalty from him they deserve.

The least he can do in keeping to that is not disappointing her in this challenge and making it any easier for her to win if he doesn't beat her. ]

[ It's a strange moment of clarity between the electrifying performance, the energy and the effort being exerted to really bring it all together. It's rare that Megumi actually opens up to anyone about herself, even when she becomes friends with them- and it's for the sole reason that she doesn't want anyone worrying for her when they can't do much for her in their state.

She hates that thought, of being a burden on someone. It's why when she found herself growing close to a warlord from centuries ago, it seemed so bizarre- and she'd assumed it would be fleeting. He'd already have so much else on his mind, so many other people to concern himself with. What was he going to need from her, anyway? And yet, somehow, she did find that despite that- she wanted to remove that sad darkness from his eye, that look of anger that had somehow settled in there like a thundercloud.

All that he'd been through, somehow, came together in the fact that he could rely on her- that he let her in, and she wasn't going to upset that or hurt him. She's a healer, after all... maybe this is what her power was for.

Maybe she actually can heal more than what she believes, and protect the people she cares for.

... in the Wild War Dance

And no longer...!
And where's your soul?!

Somewhere down the line, his presence, his person, just became so valuable for her to protect that she'd do anything to keep his idiot smile. Not just for herself, but for the friends and comrades that look up to him and have faith in him. If he's going to lead when he returns to his world, she'll just have to be what pushes him towards his success so he can return like the cocky, confident little ass she knows him as.

Even if she never sees him again after it... she finds herself slowing down as she makes the guitar disappear, taking the final steps to the directions to end the song and it finishes up with a flourish of sparks and splashes in the hologram imagery behind them as their score circles them speedily counting down. Megumi is breathless by that point and their scores suddenly stop and come together before announcing VICTORY-

YOU HAVE TIED!!!

And Megumi can't help it, she bursts out laughing, as fake holographic sparkles and confetti fall around them, and her hand moves to Masamune's shoulder as she moves around in front of him and drops her forehead against his collarbone, still laughing at their success. Normally she'd be angry, even affronted that she tied, but-

Nah. This is nicer. She looks up at him, blue eyes bright as she watches him among the streaming sparks of light and glitter and she chuckles as she finally speaks up again.

And for the first time in a while, she notices that he's a really, really handsome guy for a dumbass idiot who just made her sing and move around in a stupid app, but-

He's smiling. And she wants to keep that smile on him so badly. ]

I totally won that.

[ Because she's mature. Like a 5-year old. ]

[ He's plenty noticed she's attractive but she (and others) are rarely this close for him to really take in just how much. Megumi is beautiful in a way that doesn't rely on her body to him (but he admits it doesn't hurt by any means, either). Rather, it's her smile—the raw desire to smile and laugh and push on through even when he's not so sure that's what she's feeling inside.

When it undoubtedly is, however, it's impossible to ignore and he's undeniably drawn in by it. To see it now and with her physically so close in their post-competitive high makes it all too easy to fall right into as if this is all perfectly natural.

Her laughter is contagious and from the holographic confetti to her actions and declaration he can't help but chuckle and give her a particularly amused look at her declaration. In the process of her getting closer and having momentarily touch his shoulder and rested her head against him it was pretty natural to loosely warp his arms around her innocently enough to at the very least express it was a more than welcome gesture that he didn't think hard on or interpret in any weird way. Now that she's making her claim, he still has his arms about her lower waist but it doesn't register all that much to him as if he should let go or not.

Color him a little bit preoccupied with something else first. ]

Except, I'm pretty sure I won.

[ It's the only thing that can be said here, because he's as mature as she is. ]

[ It's been the same for her- in a way. It's also why she's quicker to apply everyone's attractiveness into being "paired up" with others, and doesn't keep that admiration solely for her own desires. However, at this point, it's sort of difficult not to notice it, especially with the adrenaline rush, the closeness of their bodies, the way she can feel the heat from Masamune's against hers like a sizzling beat. She's only just becoming aware of it, though she becomes instantly distracted by his response as her eyebrow twitches just a bit and her grin becomes a little more sharper. ]

I didn't see you singing and playing and dancing, Dragon Man. That should have counted for triple the points on that!

[ ...except it evened out with him dancing the full pattern, but who cares if her argument doesn't hold?! Her finger lifts to poke him right in the nose, lifting the skin enough to expose his nostrils and make a funny enough face that makes her choke out laughing as she holds it like that. ]

Your face isn't winning here either!! Totally beating you with my good looks as well!

[ And she'll just push up on his nose a bit more to make her point. ]

Edited 2016-07-17 04:04 (UTC)

[ There's a distinct exhale of air from him that sounds pretty much like pffft which is basically what it is in response to her first argument.

Her second one with her push on his nose has to receive something else, though, bringing both his hands from around her to catch either side of her face as she looks away in her laughter in order to pull her focus back to him. ]

Normally I wouldn't dream of agreeing with you, but...

[ Totally ignoring her touch at his nose, Masamune leans in until their faces are barely a few inches apart. His thumb shifts to gently glide over her cheek now affectionately as his voice becomes quieter. ]

Maybe I could get behind such a claim.

[ Tilting his head a little to make it so there's no potential of him getting any closer and their noses colliding, he goes to move forward only to actually fail to advance the rest of the distance and instead uses his wandering thumb's new position to help him pinch her cheek and proceed to pull on it. He pulls his face back enough to give the effect of reassessing the situation before modifying his apparent earlier last statement. ]

...Or not.

[ Masamune has never lost at being immature, either, and there are no plans to start now. ]

[ She's perfectly willing to ignore that scoff, because of course he doesn't have a good comeback, she's totally right here, and he knows it-

Though it's when his hands come to her face that she's stunned for a moment, suddenly finding herself staring at him in confusion-

Up until he speaks, and for the longest moment she thinks she's dumbfounded by the way he sounds because together with the thumb on her cheek touching her in such a gentle way, it's so unlike him that even though a part of her mind is warning her, another part is just.

Stunned.

Enough that even though she knows, and is convinced this threat is coming, she doesn't pull away, and she'll kick herself for it soon- ]

[ And oh it comes and she hates herself so much for actually blushing, how dare he take advantage of her maiden purity and look that good while doing it, it's completely U N F A I R ]

Wryyouuuuu!!!!

[ Her words are distorted due to what he's doing but the growl in them can be very plainly heard because she has no intention of hiding it. And she swats at his hand to have him release her cheek, a flash of challenge showing in her eyes, even though her face is still red, and her heart is racing a mile a minute as she snarls. ]

Think you've won, do you?!

Edited 2016-07-17 05:07 (UTC)

[ He got to see her face completely unguarded, and she's so not forgiving that- though not with any malicious intent. It's just that he saw her break her confident appearance while maintaining his, and she has to one up it, she has to calm her own racing heart and tell it he didn't mean anything, he was just trying to get a rise out of her-

She's not mature about this at all, so two can play at this game as she reaches out and grabs his face, tugging it close without any deceptively sexy looks to her own expression. Her eyes are locked with his own visible one and she can feel the press of his nose against the side of hers, his breaths still labored from their activity and his warm skin under her fingers- ]

[ And instead of responding with immaturity in return this time, she locks their mouths together for real, crushing their lips together while her fingers press into his cheeks and jaw to hold him there, and...

Oh.

She... just did that.

And her heart is just about near to exploding because damn it, his lips feel nice and she's kissing him. She went and kissed him.

And she closed her eyes- open them, Meg, open them!! She does peer them open as fast as she can, but her face probably looks even more ridiculous than his with how tomato red she's gone and...

Damn. His lips moved... they feel nice.

Shit. ]

...

[ On the flip side... he...

He isn't pulling away.

And neither is she, nor can she make herself do it, because one hand is already sliding to the back of his head to thread in his hair.

... Maybe he did win because this totally backfired and she can't think right at all, but he's... totally making a stupid face, she's sure of it.

Just let her kiss him a little more... ]

[ Her initial reaction is so cute, he almost feels a little bad for doing it that way.

However, Masamune bites his bottom lip lightly to prevent himself from bursting out laughing at her rage squeal because and how out of sorts she's become, especially when she starts her verbal threat. ]

[ She does catch him, though; oh does she ever catch him.

He is absolutely dumbfounded, completely not expecting her to be able to be so bold in her tactics of play, but he sees he has made a terrible miscalculation.

The thing is, he never closes his own eyes, so, while stunned, it's hard to miss he own expression and the blush. Even in Masamune's dumbstruck state, he can see it, can put it together that this perhaps was not quite as she intended. His lips move as if to speak even though he is fully aware he can't and of course he isn't pulling away, how could he possibly reject her even in if she was completely insincere?

It's just that he knows enough to catch on she isn't, that Megumi has made as much a mistake underestimating herself as he has done yet she isn't pulling away, either.

In fact, she continues, and he doesn't remember the last time anyone took advantage enough to kiss him first, usually far too shy or because he had already long gone and done it. But here she is and any doubts she's not offering herself up are completely destroyed when her fingers are felt in his hair. ]

[ —Really, does she even know what she's doing?

Masamune has to wonder, feeling his own blush having heated his cheeks by now before he closes his own eyes, relooping his arms around her this time with intention to keep her close and unable to pull away but also further invite her rather than let the impression he may still only be lingering due to his shock.

If that isn't enough, his response should be—and really, if he wasn't taking advantage of her maiden purity before he is now with the way he kisses her. Masamune lets it stay simply lips against lips for the first few moments of the kiss, both to reciprocate and give Megumi the small window to settle the fact he's not merely tolerating it but actively responding and desiring more from her. That doesn't last for very long, however, his tongue moving to brush up against the soft form of her lips and press between them to persuade them to give way. He doesn't force but is insistent, determined that even if this is as far as it goes, he will steal this—an intimate kiss that is meant to seduce her and make her want it as much as he is already feeling he wants it himself.

There's no way Megumi could possibly understand what a little bold gesture like this of hers is doing to him because it would require her to see that he would have happily entertained her intimately months ago. It's unquestionable that he finds her incredibly pleasing visually and the rest of his senses are inclined to agree the longer they stay like this. But beyond physically lusting for her (any man or woman who wouldn't act on invitation was missing out, truly), he now has a very special affection for her. It's not romantic in nature, but it is terribly sweet and adoring, all the same. She's more important than most and he doesn't feel-- especially in this moment -- that he could love any woman more sincerely than he does her. He could stand to take her as his, treat her well and love her and be happy and never make her feel lacking. Truthfully, she's more than he could ever hope for already in terms of finding a life partner-- a friend to spend the rest of his days alongside and never leave her wanting should another neglect her affections.

Physically... well, physically (--he's back on this plus, but he can't help it--) there's little left to want in a woman so his dick was on board with this in that sense shamelessly from day one. Now he just has less superficial reasons to add and offer her, which even he himself rather likes.

She may have been innocent enough in her intent even to linger but he hopes she's ready to deal with the idea he wants more. If she doesn't, well, he'll work to break her down and convince her of just how serious he is and seeking her permission to do it... and exactly why she should let him. ]

Edited 2016-07-17 13:37 (UTC)

[ Honestly? She is totally out of her own control zone here, not that that's an entirely bad thing, mind. But it's still enough that she does lose the ability to think right and even respond because anyone in their right mind realizing that they've made a mistake would do the decent thing and pull back- make a playful quip and pull away.

That had been the plan...

But she finds that she can't at all, not when she suddenly feels the weight and pressure of his arms pulling her back against him, not when she suddenly feels the firmness of that body she did catch a few shirtless glimpses of from time to time but it was only to add fuel to the mental flame of affectionately admiring him in her mental made up scenarios, possibly being bent over in a shower and being fucked by his handsome retainer...

The images are there so she's fine- she hasn't lost that much of her senses but this time, there's something so much different. And the same.

This time it just happens to be her screwing him out of his mind and making him like it, that's all... and the thought is so shocking, so out of nowhere in the realization that yes, she'd be fine with it- because it would mean giving him some pleasure, and being the one to give it, that she ends up gasping with a shaky breath against his mouth right when she feels his tongue pressing against her lips-

She parts her own mouth to welcome it, her own tongue almost shyly moving to touch his, to invite it in close.

Oh, help.

She really is too far in over her head on this... but for the first time in she doesn't know how long...

She doesn't mind. Not in the least.

And as her other arm moves to wrap around the back of his neck, drawing him closer as she pushes herself up against him to give her some height to keep going, her free hand pushes her fingers into his hair bringing him close enough for him to not mistake her own intent and desire and the pounding of her heart as she welcomes him in.

The dance app's holograms, almost in response, melt away in pixels and light to reveal the sparkling, cool sky behind it, just like it's revealing that special moment that was hidden behind their own resistance. ]

Edited 2016-07-17 14:04 (UTC)

[ It's... strange, because knowing her- hell, he should know how she deals with perverts or any sexual propositioning. She's yelled at him, at Bonten, at all the guys around them that have even tried-

But she isn't, and there's something to be said about Masamune himself here. It's testament to how much she does trust him, how much she's willing to accept him, and welcome him and how much in bringing him back into seeing the strange world they're in as a damn cool place, she's found so much comfort and warmth in him that she doesn't mind this one bit.

In fact, she wants it.

She's not registering it as some kind of romantic love that will last for the ages- she's too rational for it, but it sure does come close, because she knows in this moment that she really would do anything for this guy, within reason, and kick his ass out of it. But she'd never destroy his self worth, she'd never want him to be anyone but himself- and ride the sparks of his enthusiasm by his side instead of making him burn in them.

She wants to give this to him.

And he's asking her to give it to him, which makes their kiss grow deeper, tongues moving against one another and lips pushing closer as she breathes out, her face already red from the sensation until she does need to breathe, and she pulls back, her breaths shallow, but not too far, as her eyes look up through her lashes to see his face- and she's struck by the fact that even the dragon of Oshuu could find a cute face to show her.

It's not like he hasn't always been handsome (the history books lied), but she could never see herself keeping that beauty to herself, hence the fantasies with other men. But she'd be lying if in this moment, she hadn't imagined herself holding his body... and pounding into it, wrong fanfic- but making him gasp out and fluster instead.

Her heart pounds, the affection almost palpable in that moment as she stares at him, shocked, amused, happy, and her hand touching his cheek now as she slides back just enough to look at him but not pull away (she doesn't want to stop... )

She should apologize? Maybe.. but she liked it. Even though she took it without warning, she...

She just stares, face flushed pink and fingers absently drawing over his cheek as she finally breathes out her words- ]

Man, I must be the best kisser if I got you looking this cute.

[ And the underlying affection is there- how badly she does want to keep going for him, but she's hesitating only for a bit, enough to give him an out if he wants... if he wants to stop playing, because it's just her, and he shouldn't feel confused about this because she really does mean this affection in seriousness and doesn't want anything more but to see him this satisfied.

With every beating pound inside her chest, she wants this guy, this friend, this crazy wild dragon man of a man to experience, and feel, a connection he's deserving of.

And she wants to give it to him... as well. ]

Think you can top that... Masamune?

[ A little shy, surprisingly, but no less challenging- no. This time it's welcoming, and she knows if he pulls away, she'll be crushed... but she doesn't want things to change either.

Yet she knows even if he does rise to the challenge, they won't.

Both ways, things can only get better, not awkward... she can hope he sees it the same way. ]

[ Oh, she is just perfect to him. Even as Masamune knows she's teasing him, that his face is flushed and a little too vulnerable to his liking, he still can't find it in him to pull away. When she asks if he can do better, the young Date lord is looking down in his own shyness but-- like her speaking her challenge regardless (that small opportunity to let him back out if he wants to) --it's not enough to stop him from pursuing what he's decided he wants. When he glances up enough to catch sight of that sultry laced expression with her looking up at him through dark lashes, the smile on his face turns cocky even in his blushing.

Finally going to offer an answer, he brings one hand to grasp her wrist and gently tugs it from his cheek to his lips to be able to kiss her fingers gently. ]

Who knows? Let's find out.

[ Masamune lets go to favor bringing his own fingers beneath her chin to tilt her head back just enough that he can easily bring his nose to hers in a playful and adoring gesture before he offers to her a little more seriously. ]

...But, I would like it very much if the world's best kisser would entertain me tonight and offer her secrets for me to learn from.

[ It's his chance to give her an out, to let her know he has no intentions of backing down and taking her escape offer. It's only fair he offer her one, but... in all honesty, he wouldn't be as kind as her in simply letting her change her mind if she did.

When he wants something he usually gets it, and, while he is fickle with lovers, he is not so in terms of making the personal effort to get someone to sleep with him. It's a completely different game and he had decided enough he wants this enough he would pursue her for it, if necessary.

This girl, he wants her as much as he wants to please her, too, because it's hard not to notice she always sidelines herself even in her own mind. If she's going to give herself to him, he has every intention to make it feel better to her than she could have ever imagined it would. ]

[ The gesture is... unexpected, but welcome- she's never seen Masamune as much of a gentleman almost as much as she knows she's not and will never be a graceful and demure and cute girl that guys usually want their girls to be like... but she knows it doesn't matter here. It never has, not with the people that have mattered to her, and definitely not with Masamune.

It does make her own expression soften just a bit, because things have moved from just playing around to... welcoming, and she lets out a little, surprised laugh when he bumps his nose with her. But she keeps her own face close, her heart still pounding as she lifts the hand he's kissed the fingers of and keeps it in his hold still, just next to his jaw, before letting her flustered smile become a little more teasing.

And acknowledging. ]

Don't you know a real lady's secrets are the source of her true power, you horndog? I can see what you're trying to get at!

[ Still joking, but still inviting, accepting, she tips her face up and playfully bites at his mouth, without biting down, but grabbing his lower lip just gently beneath her teeth to tug without hurting and letting go before speaking again. ]

I might consider it if you give me a good fight to get to them. Do your best, Dragon Man.

[ Come and get 'em, is what she's saying, and though she's never really cared about getting any casually (too messy, some people just take it too hard or expect more- only one guy before Masamune didn't give her any trouble at all and guess what, he's also one of her dearest friends)-

She can see this is not only better, but she can actually expect Masamune's affection to be as sincere as her own.

And it's why she lifts herself up just enough to almost get them off balance a bit to capture his mouth again at his height, but it's an invitation for him to grab her in return because damn it, she can be balanced!! Even if she eats like a hog! His arm strength is fine, he can handle her weight. Not that he hasn't shown that he can, if past adventures aren't anything to go by-

But this time, when she kisses him, it's a lot more intense, and she means it. And she doesn't wait to push his lips apart to draw her tongue over his, dominating even there as she tugs his head down to deepen the kiss as well.

She isn't backing off, and now, she won't let him either, drawing her hand to his cheek to make a small, pleased sound between the push of their mouths together- and for once, she feels safe enough to let her eyelids close again when she does. ]

[ She's not hesitating, or second guessing her moves or his feelings- or her own, and when she breaks the kiss this time, her own expression has become a little different, heated perhaps-

She speaks out between soft breaths, then- ]

Inside.

[ That's the only warning he's going to get before she pulls back, grabbing him by the wrist and tugging him into the penthouse through the open glass balcony overlooking the roof garden and viewpoint, and she doesn't stop until she's gotten him inside, door slid shut and him pressed against the glass that she grabs his face to kiss again, not about to give him any more chances to stop because she's given him enough. Her hands are already moving, one in his hair while the other is going to his shirt, pushing, feeling up the body she can feel under the fabric to find where she can start pulling it off him while they're distracted with their kissing.

... and maybe she's being the horndog here, but she's a damn cute one!! ]

[ She is the cutest horndog, that he is convinced about. Besides, he has no trouble with a dominant partner, even a lady-- although, shit, hopefully they never end up in some weird world where sex changes are a thing because this woman would be an incredibly dominant man and one Masamune would definitely get himself topped-- lucky for him, he needs only worry about her feminine horndogness for the moment. Megumi's behavior is also an excellent excuse to equally touch and feel her up without a lick of hesitation.

Pulling her close Masamune uses the support of the glass door she has him against to pull her forward and slide his knee between her legs. One hand moves down to run the curve of her ass as he travels down to the edge of the dress to properly be able to feel her up from behind, deliberately messing her clothing out of sorts without immediately removing them. Once he's reached the top of the clothing, however, he makes no such avoidances. His fingers immediately seek out the side zipper to loosen the dress, letting the thin straps fall off her shoulders and slip down to the middle of her upper arms.

The young lord moves willingly with her to help her remove his shirt fully now, having been a simple fitting short-sleeved black shirt. They'll have to break kissing for a moment for him to get it off over his head but Masamune is more than happy to immediately return to kissing her once again.

His next concern immediately becomes her bra and dress still clinging to the undergarment and shape of her breasts. Not patient enough to wait to remove them completely, he uses one hand to pull both down enough to expose her and proceed to pull her roughly against his bare chest. He wants to feel her curves against his skin, the softness of her full breasts compressing against the muscle beneath his own skin and the distinct harsh difference of her erect nipples rubbing against his own in their movements. There's no desire to separate from her, and his hands move between pushing against her bare back while the other hooks back under her bottom to lift her up even closer to him. ]

Edited 2016-07-18 01:32 (UTC)

[ Oh he can bet she would be dominating, and she certainly wouldn't be merciful either about it. Not that she's stopping there now, because her intention is purely for him to not just be satisfied, but enjoy himself too. Of course, it doesn't mean she won't have fun with him, and it's why he's not getting punched off her when he touches her back.

It... has been a while since she's actually let someone touch her though, and there is the slightest bit of shyness when he pulls her close that easily. It's also clear to note that he has more strength than her with the ease he pulls her and when he moves to undo her own dress and she knows people with that kind of power tend to think the world owes him. So she's glad Masamune isn't one of them, and it's why she wants to give him this- just as much as she wants the same pleasure.

Though she does find herself momentarily distracted when he removes his shirt (How do guys manage to always make that look so cute) and exposes his upper body that she's so tempted to bite with how well toned it is. But she doesn't have time to focus, her breath shivering when she feels his hand on her ass, reacting in a way that pushes her more up against his thigh and she shivers as she feels herself responding to the stimulation. Her dress straps pulled off her shoulders, she lets out a surprised sound when Masamune's grip exposes her upper body to him and she feels her face colour but she doesn't stop, her arms sliding around his shoulders almost instantly to pull their bodies against one another-

And she shivers from the heat she feels against her own, her heart pounding from the excitement and stimulation as she moves back in to kiss him heatedly-

This time, however, she uses her teeth to playfully bite him again, sucking his lower lip between her teeth to leave it swelling as she arches her lower body against his and pushes one hand down to unbutton his pants and pull them open. She breaks the kiss to move her own lips over the side of his jaw and kiss up to his ear as she slides her hands down to push his pants down just enough to expose the telltale arousal between his legs and she slides her fingers over it through the fabric of his underwear before sliding her palm over the shape of it-

Just enough to make him shudder as she gives it the lightest squeeze to tease him there while she frees her arms from the straps and lets her dress slide down to the floor, leaving her in her pulled-down bra and the slip skirt petticoat and her panties and stockings. At the same time, she turns her face into the side of his neck, pushing her body up close enough to let him press back proper against the glass and her own slide up against him, and she gasps as the pleasure builds, whispering near his ear- ]

Getting worked up already, Dragon Man...? Looks like I might have to show you what else my cute kisser can do before you end up blowing up too fast.

[ She's not a shy virgin about this, even though she is hiding her shyness behind their playfulness, and she continues to stroke him through his briefs, while giving his earlobe a tug with her teeth and letting her tongue follow to lick over the soft lower lobe- and bite it lightly again to match with the squeeze on his cock.

If all goes well, she might even have him coming before he gets a chance to take control with her- it'd be a nice way to win, wouldn't it? ]

[ Masamune admittedly hasn't had a chance to really indulge himself sexually with anyone in a while, but he can't help the feeling that she had the most perfect body of a woman he's touched yet. The way the heat of her soft skin feels against his own is incredible, he can't imagine anyone better.

He would have well liked to admire her before feeling her, but he tells himself he'll get a good look at the sexy little succubus she's making herself out to be for him soon enough. The way Megumi touches and teases him—he's a little surprised (maybe he did expect something more of a shy virgin) but pleasantly so. After feeling her shivering from his actions, he find his own excitement picking up at the boldness of her kiss and the bite she entertains to his lower lip before she breaks it off to drag her lips elsewhere. It's here that he finds himself letting her take charge for now, unable to decide to focus on her mouth or her hand. He does let her kiss and touch without interfering, merely reacting to her. He wants to do so many things to her, to make her feel good but she is also so forward and determined and playfully pushing it into what's most comfortable for her that he has a difficult time even considering stopping her from doing as she pleases.

...Not to mention, once she's properly half-naked for him after teasing his cock through the fabric of his underwear, the shiver that came from that wave of pleasure makes him feel suddenly very helpless when she traps him up against the glass with her body sliding against his own—and that gasp that escapes her is enough to distract him that suddenly he himself is hitching his own breath as Megumi whispers to him and her mouth plays with his ear all the while her hand continues to touch him below.

Okay, yes, he was definitely expecting something more like a shy virgin. Not that he's at all turned off by this—quite the contrary. For the moment, he lets his hands slide across her skin idly but he drops the embrace mostly to let her have full freedom of movement after the initial reaction of wanting to pull her closer to feel more of her.

Masamune realizes he's a little speechless, so he can only give a low chuckle in his throat as he tilts his head to favor one side as he presses his head firmly back against the glass. Go figure it's a woman that walls him without him even 'allowing' it (not that he'll admit to that). ]

Can you blame me? [ His breathing is a little shallower and quicker along with his heart racing. He's making some type of attempt not to push his hips into her touch but not very, deliberate to get his point across. ]

You are so incredibly hot and sexy right now. Show me, I'm all yours.

[ She'd probably argue with him if she knew he was thinking that, but what girl would ever think her body was perfect at all? Now him, on the other hand- she'd be crazy to not go completely hard for the guy when she looked at him. If she had a dick to get a hard-on with, of course.

She's never been the kind to back down in whatever situation she's had to face- definitely not when she's had to protect her family and friends, though in situations like this- sure, she's had her hesitation and doubt and well- lack of self confidence, because it's an intimate act. It's more intimate than she's willing to make herself vulnerable to, and for a long time, the sole reason- aside from just wanting to see men in action with other men, was her own lack of confidence in her ability to satisfy anyone.

Which is why when Masamune speaks, she can't help but feel her own face heating up from the compliment- it's not the first time she's been told that, but it definitely didn't sound this good when she'd hear it. And she finds herself trembling in pleasure as she bites the skin of Masamune's neck, sucking it once more enough to bruise before letting go and she brings herself forward again to face him, noting how he's becoming completely submissive to her.

It's a strange power trip in that moment, knowing that he's succumbing- that she was able to draw it out of him, and also-

That he trusts her enough to let her do this.

That alone makes her heart pound with a newly realized affection, and she moves back in to capture his mouth with yet another heated kiss, as her hand gives him a "delightful" little squeeze while beginning to tease him with slightly faster strokes through the fabric, using the stimulation to work him up as she pushes their mouths close enough to slide her tongue over his. She wants him to fail at holding himself steady at all or even thinking, so she gives the tip of his tongue the slightest of tugs before letting go and kissing down his jaw and over his throat, whispering against hollow dip below- ]

You haven't seen anything yet, luv.

[ And with a playful nip to his collarbone, she licks over his adam's apple before lowering herself, pressing herself lightly against him to tease him on her way down- the brush of her own nipples against his skin stimulating him as she dips her head to bite at the left of his own chest and tease the skin there. Her free hand slides down his side to his waist, tracing over the bone with her thumb as she crouches down, moving her mouth over his pectorals and down the center of his chest where she plants deeper, claiming kisses and mark-making bites down to his abdomen. She continues to stroke him, almost lazily now, wanting him to suffer, and right when he thinks she's calming, she bites the side of his hip to make him jump, and a giggle follows as she now pushes down his briefs by the waistband, finally exposing him after a somewhat torturous descent down.

He really is one of the most handsome men she's seen and knows, and now, one knee pressed against their tiled floor, she has her face down in front of the base of his stomach, teasingly licking the skin there as she now strokes him more freely with him exposed.

She has a doctor's careful hands, and she knows just how to use them. Her free hand moves to keep her long hair back and she feels her face heat up when she realizes what she's letting herself do, but she pushes that aside in the face of the fact that he looks so damn sexy that had she the strength and gender to handle it, she'd grab him and fuck him so hard against the glass right now.

But it's the best she can do right now- and with a little giggle to hide her own shy nervousness, she breathes a hot breath over the tip of his cock, to warm her own mouth as well and lubricate it as she glances up at him. ]

Now what should I do, I wonder... kiss and call it a day...?

[ She's teasing him alright- she wants him to ask for it, shamelessly even.

Goodness, this is lewd even for her, but damn if she isn't enjoying having all the control... again. Sometimes being a woman is so much more fun in these situations. ]

[ Feeling her tremble, Masamune idly strokes her sides as Megumi kisses his neck, one sensitive area in exchange for the other but also simply for idle encouragement. It's not a bad thing to let her know it's wanted continuously, is it? Besides, having to keep his hands off of her seems so impossible right now that he doesn't even know how he's managed thus far in knowing one another, nevermind the expectation of it happening in this act. Megumi's teeth send a surge of delight more than they do discomfort and he makes sure to let her know such, his exhale a mix between an excited laugh and a pleased groan. It's good and he can't say he minds her marking him in the least. It makes him more eager to accept her lips and her tongue, and her promise just makes him shudder involuntarily feeling a hint of heat and red flush his cheeks even as he involuntary hitches his breath sharply with her squeeze.

She doesn't know, but she must have some idea how badly he wants to forego letting her do this in favor of fucking her senseless, already. So unused to women taking control, she's already done more than enough to warrant it. In fact, he's surprised he's managed controlling himself at all. She's just so damn desirable, especially right now, that this really is starting to take multi forms of various torture levels. It's in a good way, mostly... except for his dick, but... eh. There's a lot to focus on here.

—Especially with him falling prey to her body gliding down his at the same time. Her nipples are hard on his hot skin and it's just enough contact that he can help but bring a hand to the small of her back and push her chest forward enough that he can feel the drag of her naked form against him even just a little more prominently.

That's just... what a dirty tease, but she's doing everything very right if the shape and stiffness of his erection are anything to go by. Masamune is clearly hard by now even with the cloth separating her fingers from him and it gets more obvious the lower her lips go and the more sensitive his reactions are. With the way she's going he's going to be as hard as a rock before she even gets down there, dear god.

With her on the floor and finally exposing him the air about them hitting him shockingly cold compared to the surface of the blood-filled organ that curls excitedly up towards his lower abdomen. With her hand stroking him freely now in addition to her little episode of body worshipping he feels himself already trembling in anticipation. ( Seriously, if she doesn't suck him off, just leave him to die from blue balls because he won't be able to go on. )

So when she seems to call him right on what he's wanting but is dangling it out in the open to require him to reach for it (no no, don't giggle and breathe on it, doesn't she know that's awful terrible teasing !? Oh my god, just thinking about the very idea of her kissing it and actually ending it there—)

He's thankful he's not looking down at her just yet, because he has his eyes closed a bit tightly and is trying very hard to get a grip on his composure before looking or saying anything. He's imaging her down on her knees by touch alone but he knows if he looks it's going to be far better than whatever he's visualizing and if he isn't prepared to face this he will fall apart.

He can ask... he can totally ask. He really wants her lips and her tongue there, really wants to watch her take him in her mouth and suck hard, wants her to moan and talk dirty in between—oh, and if she's feeling really generous, if she'd use that gorgeous rack of hers to slide his cock between while she plays with the head, he'd—

... His own desires are going to kill him before he even gets any, he sees it now. It's not fair.

To his credit in terms of presentation, despite having a mini crisis on what to beg and ask her for, when he finally does look down to her, he's decently together rather than completely out of sorts. Masamune can't help the heat in his cheeks in general or the general cloudiness of lust in his eye or even his escalated breathing, but at least he's holding back on being a total desperate... bottom(!?) over this (using that as a reference to sex with a woman, he never thought... well...). He absolutely refuses to fall apart so early, even if her forwardness and general technique are making it really hard.

One hand that's since fallen to his side as she's dropped too low for him to continue running along the sides of her frame with ease moves to have an index and a middle finger gently lift her chin so he can get a good look at her, offering her a very alluring smile in initial response before finally speaking.

(Fuck, don't choke now, Date, or it's going to be a huge boner killer—just choke while she's doing it if you can't keep it but not here—!)

He doubts if he chokes that she would deny him, but she's clearly challenging him with her teasing and he can't just let her win before she's even started... That would ruin it. ]

I want everything from you; but, since that's vague... [ Masamune's thumb gently slides along the edge of her jaw as he considers in his short pause what to say exactly. ]

I'd like to see that pretty mouth of yours swallow me as best it can. ...Really, I want to be able to beg you to let me come inside.

[ She can make the choice (he sure would not mind a good excuse to run his mouth along her breasts afterwards, afterall) but it should at least get the point across he wants a full and thorough job done in as few words as possible. ]

[ That's more like it- and she isn't at all complaining about the way he touches her as she descends, because hey... at least he's not hurting and if anything, being touched right now when he's at such heights of his pleasure? It's pretty motivating for her as well. She does, however, feel a large amount of satisfaction in bringing him right to this state, because it reminds her that this isn't something that would normally happen- between them, between friends, rather.

And she's so content about that- knowing that in this moment, he can enjoy himself, and she can enjoy giving this to him. It's entertaining too, to read that body language of his and to see how much he's struggling to maintain his composure. She can't help but grin, giving his cock a few lazy strokes just to appease him as she watches him (and feels internally grateful, that he doesn't smell down here)- before she feels his fingers against her chin and jaw and he lifts her face up to look at him. She's not quite sure how appealing she might look at this angle, but damn, that's one move smooth enough to make her actually want to jump his cock and ride it until he's completely spent. Only she won't- not just yet. Not when he's looking this fine and his body is giving off all the pretty signs of want and excitement she wants to invoke in him.

She tilts her head, just enough, to press her cheek almost kittenishly against his palm, her face lifting to brush her lips over the pad of the thumb teasing her jawline, and at his words, her grin turns more wicked as she responds by biting the tip of his thumb, gently, moving her lips over it to give it a little suck, her tongue teasing the tip before she lets go of it. As much as she'd like to body worship him some more (because it's a fine, fine body, even down to his legs which she's tempted to bite the insides of his thighs of)- he does seem to be struggling to maintain control himself.

It's why she pretends to think, but not for too long, as her hand strokes the side of his leg, while the other just breathes softly over the glans as she lets her fingers stroke over the length. ]

I wonder if you'll last that long...

[ It's not something she does just for anyone, though it's not like she's slept with all that many guys before him either. She prefers not to, for a myriad of reasons that eventually just come down to emotional disinterest. She can't find an attraction enough for herself, but hey- they serve as good fantasies against other guys.

But she isn't stupid about this either, and her palm settles under his tense scrotum, gently massaging under it without pressing too hard and brings her hand forward to take his length into her fingers again.

She gives him no warning, before wetting the surface and inside of her mouth enough to bring her lips over his tip, and she gives an experimental suck, before pulling back and letting her tongue tease over the tense skin there. She flicks her gaze up to watch, wetting and preparing him properly, enjoying the rise and fall of his chest, the tight pushes of his abdomen, before she turns her head to the side and begins to lick across the side of his cock.

Hey, if she's going to take this length into her mouth, it had better not be dry humping her, and she continues to tease it with her fingers, her mouth, all in combination to make him gasp out. Which she makes known with her next words. ]

Don't hold your voice back if you want to cry out, Masamune. I want to hear everything.

[ And with a smirk, she continues her action over the rest of his cock, trailing her tongue down under towards his balls and gently sucking the skin there between her lips but much more delicately so as not to hurt him, before moving back up and stroking him a few more times as she kneels properly between his legs. With a grin playing on her lips, she lifts her head and bumps the side of her head against his hand lingering there. ]

Hold my hair back.

[ It's her final instruction, before she takes him into her mouth, bit by bit, until it's halfway in, and with each pull back, and a stroke to stimulate him further, she begins to take it in deeper, closing her eyes as her head begins to move.

He's... thicker than she was expecting him to be, but it doesn't mean her tongue won't do the work her entire mouth can't yet.

Wonder how nicely this dragon's going to sing, she thinks... and that, she thinks in addition, is totally what a seme would think, too! ]

[ ...Ah, her little performance in reaction to his touch and request are better than perfect. He could get behind an attitude like that and happily see his fill of pleasure from her alone, friend or otherwise. It's really heavy lust that needs satiating but there is also just something so intriguing to him to have her act this way for him. He feels... very special, for a lack of better description coming to mind in his hazy and otherwise muddled thought process.

He certainly finds it endearing as much as he does one more reason to fuck her at the end of this (—he just is currently thinking one way way more than the other. It'll ... even out later, no problem.), and her further actions are incredibly pleasing to feel as well as see.

As for how she looks from up here? It's a beautiful sight that he could be jealous over the idea of anyone else having the chance to see such. He remains quiet as he observes her body language and the way sight of her tongue teasing his cock before she gets into longer licks. She seems to be enjoying herself, at least, and that's just as important to him as her willingly acting. It's pointless if she's not having a good time doing this.

Her mentioning for him to not keep quiet pulls him out of his thoughts to directly focus on the situation. She wants to hear him? God, she's really like a guy demanding such a thing. It's only once he takes her hair into his hands, before ending with holding it by one while the other falls back to his side as he continues to watch, that he asks quietly about her desire. ]

Does that sort of thing help you get wet, then?

[ He rather likes the sounds of others but he's never been particularly vocal... at least, not normally. Admittedly there's been one or two that have made it so that he's screamed for them but... he likes not to think about it (Megumi absolutely does not need more ideas on how to try and get what she wants out of him).

...He also does not usually let anyone suck him off. He'd rather do it, rather control the pleasure including denial
of it if he sees fit. And even rarer, should he let his partner do such a thing, does he allow it to go on long enough that he will actually start to feel anything strong enough that he loses his composure.

She's different, though, so she gets an exception. Masamune tries to keep it, of course, he tries to even stay quiet not so much to deny her as to the fact it's not how he's been groomed in the manner of sex.

—but when she gets to the point she starts swallowing him, that she starts moving her head forward and back while still making use of her tongue, he's completely fixated on the sight of her while on her knees. Women are plentiful. But, to find a foxy one like this on top of her being well aware of how to turn him on like flipping a switch is a different story. Masamune is shallow enough that lust of the physical body of his partner is important, but Megumi has pretty much everything.

... Everything including his willingness to let her have this control over him. In a way, he wants to give it to her just to show her she's important, that she's special he's willing to let her in. His grip tightens a little on her hair as it remains settled on her head while he watches.

However, he finds himself eventually having to look away despite his hand stroking her head encouragingly to continue. Eventually, his breathes will have turned more desperate with gasps and hitches more and more common. He honors Megumi's request by not bringing his hand up to cover his mouth but he does have his head turned and ducking shyly as it rests against the glass. It doesn't help calm his panting, however. Of course, it's impossible to avoid being seen by her from where she is and she'll find him flushed heavily and barely clinging to whatever control he has left to keep himself from being consumed by the pleasure he's being given.

Her tongue hits a particular spot that elicits a shiver-inducing pleasing feeling and his silence breaks with an attempted means to talk. ]

W— [ but the word is lost in an unintended moan. It isn't his usual low pitched acknowledgement things are feeling good, either.

It's higher pitched and far less restrained, slipping out completely against conscious thought. ]. Meg, wa—anh..! [ Goddamn it. His dignity wants her to stop to spare himself acting like this any further but his body really wants more— it's that same small part of him that tells him being dominated can feel fucking fantastic and insists that he actually loves that sort of thing more than any other type of sex.

It's frustrating and he actually hates that sort of suggestion but it's too late with it in more control of his action than either his rational or more sexually dominant persona. ] Ah... Mmh... [ his voice starts becoming more unrestrained the longer she keeps going until he feels he's getting way too close— ]

Stop, I'm— [ well it's obvious, he assumes, even without finishing the statement but he's well aware he's at her mercy (and who is he kidding, anyway? Of course he wants to— ]

You wish, Dragon Man.

[ No way he's using dirty talk with her, and for a moment, she does want to giggle around him, because that is such a dude-like thing to say. Having gotten used to the type of speech most men would use (but not around her, lest they wanted a broken face and twisted tongue), she doesn't really bat an eye at the suggestion. Though the sound of his voice is the same reason most folk back home like making a big deal about making eating sounds, just to show their host that they're really enjoying the meal. Only she'd rather not be faking that- so really, she's fine with Masamune making whatever sounds he wants, provided they're those he really can't hold back.

Okay, maybe it just makes her wet mentally because she can imagine those sounds as him being done up against the glass by a manly, handsome type who totally wants to bring him to his knees and there she goes again. She quickly snaps out of it, though, wanting to focus on what he's saying and the ministrations of his body. It does make her happy, though, to see that she's having that much of an influence on him and it honestly excites her to think that she is capable of it. She, who until now, besides an experience or three, has only cared about having every other guy she knows make out in her fantasies... well, she still is. But...

But...

There's just something nicer about her being the one giving it for once, and the fact that she's able to give it to Masamune at all gives her enough of a boost of self-confidence that she glances up to catch sight of his reactions.

And damn it, she doesn't think she's seen a guy this cute under her mouth in... ages, really, because she's only given a blowjob to one person before this, and he was cute too but this. This is living in the moment, even at her angle, and what comes to her mind next at that moment makes her regretful for those few seconds that she'll have to actually do as he says.

Because she does stop, suddenly, but slowly, pulling her mouth off him with a slow drag, and the slightest suction before drawing her head away, her hand resting where her mouth just was. She even makes a gesture, a casual one, of pulling her bra cups back up to cover her exposed nipples from where he tugged them down, though her straps remain dangling by her sides, indicating she's not quite done yet, but is definitely making it look like so. ]

You're... making me stop?

[ It's asked in a playfully innocent voice, though she continues to tease her fingers over the wet length as she lifts herself up, looking as though she's about to stand, but instead, what she does next is bold, even for her.

Because she casually slides her hair back, off her chest, and making sure he's watching (she knows he's watching, and can see the view of her cleavage), she brings her upper body closer to between his legs-

Until the bottom of her breasts is surrounding his length, and with her fingers still holding him there, she gently, easily, guides him right between her cleavage until his tip is sliding up just under her collarbone. He's decently sized, enough for her to be able to bring him that far, and the closure of her bra brings a little added tightness around it, one that she "casually" encourages by pushing her breasts gently together until she can move them gently with the needy thrusts she knows he's trying to hold back. ]

Maybe a little more won't hurt. Right? This should hold you over for a bit.

[ Ah yes, she's being dirty as hell, but it's so worth it when he looks at her with that expression, as she lowers her head just enough to have her mouth suck over his glans again with her tongue wetting it- as she pushes down with her breasts to bring him higher into her mouth through the new obstacle she's provided.

He's lasted longer than she gave him credit for at least, but hey. No best friend of hers will go unrewarded.

Or in his case, unsatisfied, as she glances up, not entirely able to see anything, but still wanting to try catching something in his expression before she closes her eyes and continues to pump and encourage him, to go ahead.

Show her what he's got held up in there. ]

Edited (she turned into a boy at the end apparently.) 2016-07-26 05:40 (UTC)

[ He's barely there in terms of being ground in reality to answer her once he realizes she's ... done or not with that actually got something else she plans to do that he is not able to pinpoint. Masamune's completely lost in terms being able to keep any signs hidden of the effect she's having on him including the sign that he is anxious to see what she is up to even as he speaks not a word, and instead fills the lack
Of his voice on with his heavy breathing.

Of course, even though he answers her questions none, he is very well watching and his eyes widen a little as he ends up holding his breath when she positions her breasts above his tip before actually sliding them down over him. The choked heavy gasp surely is enough to suggest that orgasm is about to be reached especially with the new tightness feeling so great in its restrictiveness. The softness of her full and earnest breasts as she slides him up towards her mouth again now while in between them is possibly just as incredible a sight as it is to feel it while it's occurring. ]

Sh—

[ He's so fixated on her right now—there's nothing else that exists in his world but her for the moment and it isn't just a reaction to her little lewd teasing or the lust aching and torn between letting her finish and wanting to stop her so he can slam her down and make her his. Somehow he does realize this is her merely wanting to please him into an intoxication so high he can't think of anything else but the sensation and want and to enjoy that pleasure. It's endearing in an strangely pure and innocent way even if the way they are playing it out is far from it. He puffs out a heavy sigh, his hand in her hair pushing to coax her head down a little more towards the head of his dick as she sucks on it his voice complimenting and soothing. ]

...Good beautiful girl... ha, ah... I'm going to make such a mess of you if you keep this up... but if you want such—Mmm-- just like that but harder and... that's--! Ahn—!

[ Masamune hits his head back up against the glass (a little too hard even) and if she wants to get him worn down enough to give into those thrusts he wants so badly to so, well it's happening now. She's gets him thrusting a little in her mouth, he still tipped back against the glass wall before his heavy panting become a sudden suffering of moans and grimaces as he involuntarily arches his back away from the wall to force his hips forward to as he tips over the edge.

He couldn't say if asked if there was anything specially different about this orgasm compared to others but right now he feels like he comes quite hard and his unloading feels particularly as if he has more cum being unloaded than he has in a while.

It's absolutely possible: both because of her
and because it's been some time without a partner. Right now, however, all he's interested in is riding the euphoric high Megumi's brought him to without interruption.

Everything else will be thought of and considered once this moment is passed.

Until then, though... ]

[ Just a little more, she thinks, since he's still able to talk, she likely isn't doing as much as she could. But she's determined to bring this to the finish she's imagined, and as such, she keeps it going, though she picks up on the words between her own actions and she can't help but smile around him as she begins to meet his eager, needy thrusts with the motions of her own head to keep in time with him. Normally, this would be something saved for her fantasies- two beautiful men, finally bursting at the seams from the building tension between them, unable to hold back, but still enough to tease each other- gods, she can't stop herself, can she? (And the other guy can't have breasts, so they'd probably be having a grinding session against the butt- much better). She stops her thought right there, not wanting to lose the moment where Masamune makes his promise, and to indicate that she's heard him, applies just enough suction for him to feel that response.

He even sounds kinky, something she can't even imagine she's gotten out of him, and there's both pride and excitement at the thought because by this point, he's absolutely losing himself to it if his breaths are any indication. She has to bring him to the brink, until everything blanks out and there's nothing but pleasure- she wants to give him that satisfaction, and she doesn't want to stop until he's lost in that haze and she gives him another suck-

And she thinks she might have succeeded in her wish because she can feel him tensing under her palm, her other hand gripping his thigh as she senses his release, hears the way his body presses against the glass, and-

Crap, should I swallow or spill?!

It's... not something she decided beforehand but she doesn't stop, preparing for it as Masamune shudders and releases into her mouth. She quickly draws back enough to let him get it into her mouth, eyes closing as she does, and thankful he doesn't smell terrible because this is surprisingly pleasant compared to how she'd have imagined the worst of them at times-

( Guess yaoi manga guys are having candy cream there, huh... )

- and she manages, somehow, not to get him spilled onto her breasts as she takes most of him into her. Not wanting to be gross or have him think she didn't actually enjoy it, she does what she has to quickly and swallows before he can compose himself, keeping him between her breasts for a little while as she helps him finish. Not thinking about it going down her throat is helpful, and she breathes out finally as she's done, waiting to look up at him and-

- Seriously? She almost can't believe the sight before her, virtually ravished, gasping and he's so perfect in his disheveled state that there's practically heart eyes at how he looks right then. It's so amazing she wishes she- oh, she does, doesn't she? She slides him out of herself quickly, cupping him encouragingly before standing back up as she activates the camera on her bracelet and-

ClickClickClickClick

Yes! She captures the moment right there, from that beautiful expression to the parted lips and messed up clothing and that body, damnit, she'd lick over it all over again if she could. But she lowers her wrist, hand moving to wipe over her own mouth absently as she finally looks him over and giggles happily. ]

Delicious and lovely. Totally worked you over, Masamune!

[ She's so proud of herself, though she does move in to press him against the glass and kiss the side of his neck before adding- ]

Stay here.

[ And with that, she quickly escapes, her bra fixed back properly into place as she dashes into the bathroom before he can catch her and quickly mouthwashes so she doesn't smell, before looking at herself in the mirror and going absolutely red, clapping her hands over her face after.

She just did that. She gave her best friend-

He is her best friend, isn't he? The thought makes her giddier than arousal does, and she peeks over her fingers before quickly washing her hands and rushing out, all in a span of seconds. Everything is done that way to hide the flustered expression and excitement she's feeling right then, completely wired for it, and she breathes out as she slips back out into the bedroom before moving back to him and tugging him back from whatever it is he's doing to pull their mouths together properly, kissing him fully until she's got him dumb and breathless again before breaking it. ]

Much better. You're a cuter sub than I thought you'd be.

[ And the slow grin indicates she was just waiting for the chance to make that remark. But to diffuse it, she leans in and brushes their noses together in an eskimo kiss. ]

... was I the first person to make you squirm and come that hard? I don't care if I wasn't. Just say I was so I can feel like I was the perfect top!

[ And she winks, affection in every action as she tugs him back in to kiss before he can reply. ]

[ Even if she hadn't swallowed the majority of it, he would have been fine cleaning it up for her. Besides, regardless of those actions, look at that adorable excitement of hers suddenly. She's so lovely with that smile and despite his difficulty to lock onto the reality still as he comes down from his high, she—

—Eh—

Did she just—

!?

Masamune has learned the existence of some incredible things while they've gone world to world and mission to mission. The technology—

Ah, fuck it, who cares about that? He's learned about porn!!! And while he can't really comprehend everything, he at least can accurately boast he's now been a porn star for three hot seconds. (Actually, it's more like a yaoi novel uke protag, but details.)

Then again, he's not totally sure that's a thing he wants to brag about just yet, either.

In any case, he truthfully barely has any idea a picture was actually taken (he heard it and... and?) and it's pretty damn hard to try and focus to confirm or deny. Top it off with the spike of horror that wow she might have evidence of this!? How can anyone scoff at evidence? (He'll try but—pictures and video are damningly hard to argue!) that he'd get finding out it's truly a thing, potentially, and he's good with not asking about it.

For all that, Masamune doesn't resist her pushing him up against the glass again such as that he pretty much lets her have her way with him, responding where he can before feeling her flee before he can stop her (no no come back—)

...Which leaves him to fully come down from the high enough that he slowly moves from the wall to the bed once he's confident he can walk(ish) to grab around for something of his own to clean himself with while she's absent.

He manages to find some wetwipes, which he decides he can use to avoid any smell from accumulating due to stale sex, although he is not very thrilled about touching himself while still so damn sensitive. It's almost painful to do, but he is mostly successful, able to do a decent wiping at least once and drop it in the trash before Megumi returns and grabs him. Of course, any sluggish settling composure is ripped from him with her kiss, and he can't help the burn to his cheeks at her comment about his submissiveness. Before he can get tsundere over such a statement she's being super affectionate to him then and asking a question now that is very important to her apparently. He's stubborn about some things, but not about making a sexy lady happy, especially one he cares about like this. So, he doesn't even try to think on it, although before he can get any words out of his mouth she is kissing him again. This is not unwelcome, and he is more than happy to return it fully and intensely.

It's only once he needs to breathe that he breaks the kiss, but having pulled her close again do him, he doesn't let her go. Instead, he decides to give a slightly amused grunt before speaking up against her lips gently. His voice is seductive and suggestive (or at least, he is absolutely still seduced himself). ]

Ah, yes... that. I've never come so hard in my life, and I'm already craving more of you... so I guess you can certainly feel that with justification. [ And regardless of whether he's telling the truth on the orgasm part, he certainly isn't bluffing on the latter. However, instead of immediately trying to go and switch things around on her, he supposes he should seduce her as if she were a top if her fetish is actually along these lines. Tilting his head, he leans in a little further to have his mouth brush her jawline before tracing her ear. ]

I really loved the way you took charge and did me against the wall there so mercilessly. I was thinking, really, the only thing that could make it better was if you had been holding me there and ravishing me mercilessly by pounding into me. What do you think, hm? Is it enough to convince you even more of feeling that way about yourself?

[ He's past the point of caring how he acts so long as he gets the pleasure from it. And if he could get her really wet and into it by feeding her writing fantasies, he'll do it. Not too much different than roleplay during sex. He's out to return the favor to her, so whatever makes her enjoy this most doesn't matter particularly. ]

[ Truthfully, it's less about her pleasure than it is giving it- quite possibly why she hasn't even registered her own arousal or even done anything to act on it. Poor Masamune, he doesn't know giving her that kind of power is only asking her to completely unleash her inner monster on him, and she's willing to get so into it that she'll absolutely ignore her own pleasure on that matter. It's less about her turn-ons by being dominant, and more for her partner's- and it looked like Masamune thoroughly enjoyed it, too.

She'd get more excited for herself if not only was she given that leeway to go all out, but her partner was just as interested in taking that control back for themselves for the same intent. Her mindset on it is very dismissive of herself, and encouraging for others- so much that when Masamune says what he does, she's already giddy with excitement, though not... entirely for the reasons he may want (that rush of excitement from that brush of his lips on her ear and jaw though, ah... )

She shivers, responsive to his gesture, but she's quicker to push it aside in favor of her reply. ]

I *know*, I wish I could have been a really strong and muscly man so I could have lifted you up and fucked you right against the wall. [ She... has an image of herself. Buff, tall, but pretty... actually, probably Masamune with long hair and both eyes. Scars would be nice though. Ah, she'd be such a hot man... she almost drools at the thought of all the pretty men she could get to moan and bottom for her, but she quickly shakes herself out of that when she realizes he's asking about herself and-

She looks confused for a bit. Oh, right. There's that... huh. She grins suddenly and gives him a shove so he falls to the center of the bed (she has upper body strength with her naginata wielding) though she's climbing on after him to kneel on the mattress so she can remove her skirt-slip first. ]

Nah. That'd get me hard if I was a guy, but it's not going to be the only thing I'd need to get wet. That'd be...

[ She tosses it off to the side, leaving herself in her bra and panties before sliding into bed beside him and pushing her leg between his so that her thigh can rest against his softened arousal for now. She turns him her way, watching him fondly before tracing a finger up his bare chest to his chin. ]

That'd be getting so hungry for it that you don't give me any time to think.

[ She winks before she leans in and kisses his lower lip at that, teasing gently. Though she does add, in a softer voice to point it out. ]

The guys I've been with have been friends too. Still are, back home. They always gave me room to act first and had to wrench control if they wanted to return it. Not that I entirely let them!! [ She's a total seme in her head, like the manga! Though she does add, with a little embarrassment- ]

I'm not really good with acknowledging what I want for myself in bed. It's easier to give and imagine a lot of delightful things while doing it, and putting my all into it.. just like I did with you.

[ She slides her fingers to his jaw, meeting his eye with a sheepish look. ]

Not that you aren't a complete turn-on looking that hot, either. In fact, I might have imagined myself cornering you while working for a quickie, or getting you worked up when you least expect it now that we have.

[ She's trying to tell him that she has a hard time letting go of controlling the scenario, which results in her forgetting her own pleasure. Besides Jia, who pretty much figured it out himself, she's never spoken about this to anyone- so telling Masamune is a big deal. She's not sure if most guys would get it, sex is sex after all... Kou certainly didn't, but she didn't mind. ]

... that's not good, huh?

[ She looks up at him, almost apologetic about it. She hopes he won't think she forced herself, because she enjoyed every moment, but she's never been her own priority until very recently. ]

[ Masamune listens to her, not doing anything to disturb her thought process as she goes. He doesn't get a lot of things but he does find that there are times that listening is worthwhile.

Which, right now is. By the time she is done speaking, Masamune offers her a small smile at her final question and the concern on her expression.

She may have some crazy turn-on fantasies of being a dominating man but she is also still a woman and one looking for a little bit of rough passion... Hmm.
Ultimately, he laughs at first, bringing his arms to slide around her hips as he replies: ]

Yes, a little... but nothing I can't fix.

[ He waits a moment, considering... before he moves to flip their positions, ultimately pinning her arms above her head as he leans in to brush his lips fleetingly over hers before asking. ]

Do you even know what really drives you wild, then?

[ One hand moves away from her wrists, him shifting to hold onto both with the remaining one as he brings his index finger to slide down the middle of her front, directly between her breasts and hooking his finger underneath where it stays together at the bottom as he lifts away enough to be able to look down at her. ]

I was thinking, I could share a little insight with you now in exchange.

Could I tell you I like feisty women and men to dominate? It's no fun if they just let themselves lose the game for control.

[ He gives a strong pull at her bra now, even as he continues. ]

Shall we see if I can make you lose your senses here until all you can do is scream for more?

[ He would... certainly like to see that. All the more after everything so far she's done. Of course, with how things have progressed, there isn't really much up for debate, which is why he doesn't wait for an answer as he lifts her bra up to expose her once more.

Considering he just got to fuck them, he's well aware of how nice they are, but he has to admit seeing her underneath him with her rack exposed to him is a completely different type of nice.

Leaning in again, he kisses her hard on the mouth, his hand grabbing at one of her breasts to fondle even as his tongue works her mouth open.

She can have her control back later, after he's done with screwing her senseless. ]

[ She's glad that he doesn't interrupt, that he lets her explain, so the gesture of holding her back is comforting. She's just never been the kind of person to actively seek out someone for herself, simply because she was always fulfilled with so many other people to worry about. Even doing something like this- sure, the fact that she actually does like him helps- but it's not something she'd have bothered with otherwise. Feeling lonely, seeking someone's company- it takes a whole lot of effort on her part to actually accept it, which is why just doing this with Masamune actually has a lot more weight to it than anything else.

However, she isn't allowed to think any further when she suddenly finds herself pinned down and the series of blinks that ensues after only manages to relax when he speaks, though her heart races with a flush of heat to her face when she feels his finger on her chest ( eek, don't touch it like that! ) she can't help but think-

Though at his next words, her own eyes widen when she feels her breasts freed from behind the confines of their fabric, part of his words not registering immediately when she suddenly feels his mouth against hers and the rough grip of his hand against her breast which honestly makes her own mind spin into a complete full stop as she parts her own mouth to receive his. There's something exceptionally nice about that dizzying level of silence that spreads through her thoughts, not letting her be concerned for anyone but him and herself in the act, and she can't help but find the attempt at dominance pretty damn arousing. He's right though- perhaps she doesn't know what exactly excites her, but she does know what to try to get there.

This happens to be among one of the things that might just work, though the shyness building up from her own wanton reactions reminds her that she doesn't like losing control of the situation because of the implication of vulnerability... but this is Masamune. She just sucked him off for crying out loud. And more than that, she knows he wouldn't ever hurt her. It's why she even lets him get away with touching her the way he does, and even feels the excitement rising from his action as she gasps in return, returning the kiss even if her mind is going completely blank, but she'd be lying if she said it wasn't a turn-on to be pinned down like this.

Even if she wants to pin him down, but he's got her arms trapped and she doesn't want to think even through the embarrassment. Her eyes close tightly as she parts her lips, arching into the feel of his hands as she shivers, running her tongue over his and closing her lips over his lower lip as she tugs and teases him in return until they have to break it for breath.

When they pull away, she doesn't even want to imagine the look she has on her face because the one on Masamune's is... feral, to say the least, and she can't help but like it as she breathes out. ]

Like I'd let you have it... that easy.

[ The words are breathed out against his mouth, and to make her point, she lifts her legs around his waist and tugs him down so that their lower bodies touch completely and she attempts to hide her fluster by smirking up at him. ]

I haven't screamed for anyone and I don't intend to start now.

[ It's less of a threat, more of a challenge, though just to be cruel, she does lift her body enough to slide him against herself, because the stimulation is nice and she might not be bothered with her own pleasure- but it doesn't mean a little self-pleasure isn't unwelcome. ]

Looks like you're the one getting more excited already, Dragon Man.

[ Another slide, grind and push- she wants to see just how far he'll back his words because she can do this all night. ]

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[ futurology au ] like I'm down on the floor and don't know what I'm meant for

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LMAO HE'S SUCH A CUTE NERD FOR ENGRISH

He really is

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2/2 ignore the changing boyfriends in her icons pfft

it's ok teehee it's like a visual buffet

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you don't want to know how many times I lost this tag...