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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. . .

[With permission, his hand closes the rest of the distance, moving up to press between her thighs, rubbing a tight circle over the fabric of her panties, and at the same time, raising his head from her breast to lean in and kiss her once more, eager, uninhibited now.]

[ The eagerness is reciprocated easily and fully the very second their lips meet, not even bothering for a single second to muffle any of the sounds she makes within the kiss.

She's not going to stop any of this.

She doesn't want to.

Her hips buckle slightly at the touch of his hand tracing her underwear, which he'll notice is already clinging onto her, already soaked through thanks to her own Moonblessing. ]

[By this point he's closer to kneeling over her on the edge of the bed than he is sitting next to her, and he takes advantage of the kiss to nudge her backward, pressing forward with his shoulders while he nips at her lips and keeps his hands busy on her chest and between her legs, until she has to either push back or topple backwards.]

[ If he wants to push her down onto the bed, she easily lowers herself onto the bed, shifting her body a little bit so that her legs aren't dangling from the side of the mattress. ]

We're really doing this, huh.

... I can hold back, if you need me to.

[The words cost him, visibly, but now that he's over her, while the hand on her breast first presses down, then slips off of her to help hold himself up, the hand between her legs keeps rubbing, fervently tracing the contours of her body as if the fabric is no barrier at all. If he stops now, he won't be going farther than flopping on the bed beside her and desperately working his own body until he comes - he's far past the point where that need is inevitable - but if she doesn't want to...]

But if you want to... as much as I do, then...

[Yes. Please, please yes, he thinks, overheated, barely coherent, staring down at her while his chest heaves with one labored, desperate breath after another.]

No, no— if you hold back, I. . . I'll have to deal with it all by myself. Unless you're into that kind of thing.

[ Because she would not mind that at all in the slightest. ]

But I want to. I really want to.

It's not that I wouldn't be into it, but right now...

[He'll just say it.]

I really want to be inside you.

[He sits back on his haunches, hands leaving her for a moment, to unfasten his pants, push them and his boxers down impatiently, baring himself in front of her without a second thought. His cock is pressed almost flat against his stomach, as broad as three fingers pressed together, the flushed dark tip of him already beaded with a drop of pre-come.]

Ah—

[ She can't help but flush not only when he admits that and even strips down. It feels pretty different when she actually sees him, her cheeks flushing quite a bit. ]

Then. . . take me. Please. I want to be fucked.

[He pulls her underwar down and away from her body, leaving her in only her skirt, in disarray enough that it hides nothing of her body, and bites his lip, looking her over, before reaching up to brush fingers across her again, feeling how wet she is, watching her with exquisite care.

His voice is almost matter-of-fact.]

You're going to get what you want.

[ Letting him take the lead on this is nice.

It's pretty different from what she's ever imagining actually doing this sort of thing. Her cheeks are red as her gaze fixes on his, nodding. ]

Give me what I want, then.

[Souji eases himself forward, slowly, until the tip of his cock nudges between her legs, gasping and shivering at the feeling, but he's past waiting. This is what they both want...

He shifts the angle of his hips, just a little, rubbing across her for a moment until he feels the head of his cock slip against her, the tip sinking in, and he rolls his hips, slowly, pressing his body against hers.]

[ Feeling him slowly push himself forward only seems to make her hiss a little at it; while it might be true that's what they both want and she's been anticipating it, that doesn't change how it feels.

Honestly, it's kind of a turn on in of itself, doing this at all. So the more he makes his way in with the way he rubs against her, enough to make her moan against him, feeling her breasts pressed up against his chest. ]

You really wanted this too, didn't you?

[ At this point, her voice is sultry, needy. . . desperate. ]

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