[ 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. ]
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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. ]