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sensualities2016-07-14 06:00 am
mistified) wrote in sensualities2016-07-14 06:00 am
Entry tags:
[ 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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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! ]
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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— ]
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[ 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. ]
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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... ]
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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-
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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. ]
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—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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
you don't want to know how many times I lost this tag...
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. ]