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[ Ah.

The closeness of it all is almost a little overwhelming, but not necessarily in a bad way. Although she finds herself pulling away and leaning her forehead against his. ]

Mm. That wasn't bad.

... Only not bad?

[There's a little tease in his voice, and he relaxes his arms just a little - but doesn't let them drop away. The contact is too nice.]

You're a good kisser.

Yep.

[ If he can tease a little, she can throw in with the rest of them. ]

Well, experience helps, I guess.

Practice makes perfect.

... Would you like to practice some more?

Or so they say.

[ The moment he says 'practice', though, her mind immediately- ]

Yes. Please.

[ If it's just practice, then it's fine. ]

[This time, he closes the distance between them without any hesitation, mouth opening against hers right away, eyes fluttering shut, arms tightening around her enough that the side of her chest presses against the front of his.]

[ Her lips part a little bit when she feels his own, her hands making their way onto his shoulders as she keeps herself close. The sound of her muffled voice against his own is needy and full of a desperation for more.

Just to show that, her tongue pokes at his lower lip tentatively, a quiet 'is this okay' there. ]

[He nips at her lower lip, lightly, playfully, and deepens the kiss again - it's more than okay. He can feel himself all but shivering as he leans into her, and one of his hands makes its way up her side, cupping her breast through her shirt.]

[ Ah.

This is nice. And it doesn't help that the feeling of him nipping on her lower lip like that sends shivers down her spine, slipping her tongue into his mouth to try and take over the kiss.

But it does cause her to help a bit when he snakes a hand up her side before feeling her chest. Her chest is admittedly on the smaller end - she's a B cup - which he might be able to tell through the fabric, but Inaba doesn't seem to care. ]

[When she doesn't push him away, when she kisses him harder, he'll do more than just touch, lifting, fingers tightening, squeezing gently. He lets her take the lead on the kiss, but he kisses back, just as eagerly, breathless against her lips..]

[ He's eager and she's finding herself melting into it with every passing second.

It's obvious that this benefits both of them, so why stop now?

Another moan slips from her before she pulls away slightly, breathless and a obvious want in her voice, rubbing her thighs together impatiently. ]

Give me more. Touch me more. I can't take it. . . I want to— please.

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Take off your shirt.

[His voice is low, intent, unembarrassed, as he squeezes her chest again, then draws back, letting his hands slide slowly off her, fingertips trailing, to work at the button of his collar and on down, until he can strip his own shirt off in one impatient gesture. He doesn't know where it lands or, frankly, care.]

Mm.

[ Hearing his words like that sends more shudders down her spine and she wants to hear more of it.

Once his hands are off her, the cravings that she gets for the touch, for more as the thought slowly fills her mind, reaching near her collar to undo the tie before shrugging off the uniform jacket and pull up her outer layer vest up and over her head before popping open the buttons of her collared shirt, one by one before shrugging it off, revealing the bra underneath, her expression looking a little sheepish now. ]

Is this. . .okay?

You look beautiful.

[His voice is gentle, almost reverent, and he reaches back over to slip a hand under her bra, fingers pressing firmly into the bare skin beneath, feeling the shivery rush of Chroma from the contact.]

Ah-

[...]

Really? I mean, I'm not really that self conscious of my appearance-

[ She's been described as a model before, so she knows she has good looks. ]

But I know a lot of guys are into bigger breasts, and. . .

I haven't found a size I don't like.

Can I see them? All the way?

[There's no denying the sincerity and eagerness in his voice... or his hand, palming her breast and pressing lightly.]

What are you, a boobs connoisseur?

[ Even in these trying times, she can still snark with the best of them. Although she can't hide the needy sounds whenever he palms her chest. ]

Nn. . . alright, but- [ God, the fluster is showing hard. And her voice is pitching, too. How embarrassing. ] Give me a second.

[ She reaches behind her to unclasp her bra before shrugging the straps off of her shoulders. ]

There.

[Souji bites his lip a moment, looking her over with slow reverence. His hand is less reverent, rolling her nipple slowly between his fingers, and after a moment, he leans in to kiss her again, chest bumping against hers more deliberately.]

Very nice.

[He says as the kiss breaks, her chest still flat against his, one of his arms reaching past her to keep him braced upright while he leans into her this way. He's teasing, but he means it, too.]

[ Being stared at like this is honestly. . . making her just a little more self conscious now. The kiss is nice and each time he touches her, she can't help the shiver that runs down her spine, how nice it feels to have someone actually feel her. ]

Don't say it like that. . .

[ Or, you know. Do. ]

Is there a different way I should say it?

[He lays a kiss at the corner of her jaw, then the side of her neck, then the slope of one breast, while his fingers continue to massage the other.]

I think you're beautiful, so... I want you to know it.

That's-

[ ...

She gets a little distracted by the kisses on her warm skin, toes curling inwards a bit. ]

Mm. Just don't say it like some sort of weird pervert. It's more embarrassing that way.

I'll do my best.

[He murmurs that reassurance against the top of her breast, then takes as much as he can in his mouth, suckling on her.

His free hand is sliding down her side, over her skirt, and onto her leg, resting on bare thigh between skirt and stocking, if there is any.]

[ She kind of wonders what he means by that, but it's soon shown through his actions instead of his words as he takes in her breast in his mouth, enough for her to start eliciting soft sounds that only grow in volume with each passing second.

And don't worry, there's plenty of thigh for him to touch there. ]

Mm— fuck. . .

[He makes a small, inquisitive noise in the back of his throat, still suckling on her breast, but he doesn't stop, doesn't draw back to clarify, and his hand slides slowly up her leg, beneath the hem of her skirt - not all the way, just yet, but his fingers are lying light on the inside of their thigh and there's absolutely no question where they're heading.]

[ To be fair, she doesn't want him to stop, her breaths steadily growing shakier, heavier as she buckles slightly into his touch.

She knows exactly where he's heading and there's no way that she'd want to refuse him.

So she just begs for him: ]

Don't tease me like this. . .

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