[ Mitsuru can't pinpoint exactly the moment when things between herself and her new physical therapist had begun to shift. She just knows that what she's feeling towards Sakamoto is entirely inappropriate on almost every level she can think of. Of course she had had her pick of physios, but she had shunned any private, fancier options in favour of the one she'd heard good things about and eventually secured private sessions with him at her home at a rate far higher that she needed to pay but was happy to do so. She'd hired him to help keep her physical form in tip-top shape and help her heal better from any injuries, it's a business transaction... No room for... Well, other things.
Except, he is definitely... cute. That's the word one of her friends might use to describe him, right? Cute, sweet, with something of a puppy about him when it comes to wanting to please her. Mitsuru might be aloof but you'd have to have a shard of ice in place of a heart not to be endeared by him. He also has an athletic build - she might have gotten it out of him that he used to be an athlete once upon a time, clearly he'd done his best to keep up that physique.
Anyway, none of that is what she should be focusing on right now - yet, what else is there to focus on once his hands are on her like this? ]
I will, although I'm sure it won't be.
[ He's always perfect with his hands, always knowing just the right amount of pressure to apply, causing her to melt into such a purely relaxed state beneath him on the table. Tonight seems like it will be no different. She can already feel the knots in her shoulders built up through the stress of the day beginning to loosen and she can't help but let out a soft sigh. ]
[ There's a soft laugh there at the compliment, a touch of shyness to it when he hears the praise. From Mitsuru? Any praise is something to behold. He knows she has a reputation for being harsh and cold but with him, he's never seen her as anything but polite and kind. She gives him praise when she feels it's deserved and doesn't mind it when he natters on to fill the quiet space between them. So, he really doesn't know if he'd ever call her cold himself. ]
You make it easy to be, Kirijo-san. You're always good to work with.
[ She's thoughtful and considerate in their sessions. Knows how far her body can move and even willing to press past that sometimes for the sake of being her best self. She's his best client, by and large, and he doesn't think that just because he's attracted to her. Just because there's this... tension between them.
It makes him wonder though, if he'd do anything about this tension. Of course, right now he thinks about it too, with her naked in nothing but a towel in front of him. It would be so easy to run his hands over her body and...
Oh, don't think that, Ryuji. You'll get distracted.
He's on her back now, massaging into her sides with strong, firm hands. He can't help but envision what it'd be like to wrap them around her body, to knead at her breasts instead. But he shakes the thought from his head immediately, focusing instead on where he's allowed to touch.
Ah... maybe he should put on some music. Or talk? He doesn't know. Right now, there's only the sound of their breathing in the quiet of the room. ]
Thank you... You make me feel comfortable, therefore it's easy to be that way.
[ Although right now she's feeling a little more uncomfortable in a way she doesn't want to put into words. Not to mention, he's not the only one fighting off being distracted, although it's far more difficult to do so being the one lying here with his hands all over her bare skin.
As his hands glide lower down her back to the small of it, she's not sure at which point the soft moan of appreciation escapes her - perhaps around the point she zones out so much that she almost misses the point where she subconsciously finds her ass arching off the surface of the table in response to him. Just a fraction but noticeably so none the less, pressing herself more into his touches. Perhaps she's feeling more... frustrated than she realised? He must be able to feel it, the way her muscles suddenly become tense again.
She's about ready to die of embarrassment either way... Keeping her face planted in the hole of the massage table, her voice sounds a little less sure of herself than usual as she speaks now. ]
...Ah, perhaps we should have some music?
[ Something with whale song maybe, a complete mood killer. ]
[ He does notice it, the way she arches off the table into his hands, the soft moan she lets out. It makes his eyes widen and his thoughts veer into places that he doesn't necessarily mean to go but of course, with the warm oil on his hands and her smooth body underneath him, it's hard not to think of it. The tension between them is thick and he's only just started the massage for today so he's really starting to worry about if he'll be able to keep himself together or not.
But then she asks for music and, alright, he can do that. A little breathless — ]
Y-Yeah, just give me a sec to set it up.
[ And then he pulls his hands away, wiping the excess oil off on a towel nearby before pulling out his phone. He connects it to the bluetooth speaker he brought with him for this exact purpose and after a moment, soft and sensual instrumental music begins to play. Which is usually fine and his usual playlist for this type of stuff but... ahh... what if it's too sensual?
Too late now though, it's already playing and it'd be too obvious if he changed the playlist now. So, he swallows, pours more oil onto his hands and moves to work on her thighs. Nudging her legs apart, he begins to rub firm hands into the meat of one of her thighs, focusing on that completely. ]
[ It's definitely too sensual. But of course she can't say anything, that might make things too apparent that things are becoming increasingly awkward for her if she insists he change the track.
It's a really good thing she's lying on her front so he can't see the look on her face as he begins to massage her thighs. As Sakamoto nudges them apart her mind immediately goes to what might happen if his hand were to move higher, between her thighs, beneath the towel covering her modesty. The thought makes her shiver, likely noticeably.
She needs to talk about something, anything! ]
Sakamoto-san, are you... seeing anyone presently?
[ Ugh, what an improper question to ask! Then again they have known each other for a while, surely long enough for it not to be impolite to ask him that?
As long as the topic distracts them both from the fact that if he touched her any higher up he might make her wet... ]
[ He wants to touch her higher up on the thigh. It's not right, not professional but there's a deep yearning in him to keep massaging her in places most intimate. The music doesn't help, the heat of the room and the tension between them... it's all coming to a head for him and he's starting to imagine the most wild of scenarios — like fingering her under the towel as she moans and writhes in front of him.
Her voice cuts off that train of thought but what she asks doesn't help much either. He blushes fiercely then and swallows hard, trying not to think too deeply about why she's asking such a question. Nope, it's fine! It's... fine! ]
I'm not, nah.
[ Unthinkingly, his hands do end up wandering higher on her thigh, one hand massaging where thigh meets hip while the other kneads at her inner thigh. This is toeing the line of inappropriate for sure. ]
What about you? Ya gotta be too crazy busy for it but I bet people throw themselves at your feet constantly.
[ Which... admittedly makes a spark of jealousy and insecurity pop up in his chest. He'd love to have Mitsuru as his own, love to date her and court her and make her feel good. But she definitely is never going to give attention to a lowly pleb like him, right? ]
[ The fact that she's immediately awash with a sense of relief at his confirmation that he's not currently seeing anyone is not a feeling that Mitsuru wishes to examine too closely. ]
No, I'm not seeing anyone either. [ Did she just put a little too much emphasis on the either part? Probably. ] You're correct, I don't have a lot of free time for that sort of thing...
[ That and she's usually terminally awkward about any attempts she makes. Perhaps that's why she finds herself so drawn to Sakamoto... She'd found no need to put on airs and appear a certain way around him. That and he's better at getting her to relax than most.
Speaking of... That strong hand on the place where her thigh meets her hip, the other on her inner thigh... She can't hold back the pleasurable shudder that travels the length of her spine, nor the soft half moan, half sigh of pleasure. This really isn't proper- she's all too aware that his hands have gone far higher than they usually go, higher then they should go. But not for one moment does she want him to stop. ]
Sakamoto, I- [ Is she about to do the proper thing? Correct him? Ask him to stop and to leave?
No. ]
...I would not object to you... touching me underneath the towel. [ A roundabout way of saying that she wants to take this further... If she's misread this situation then she may die but- how can she be? With the tension so thick between them, surely he feels it too? ]
[ It's only belatedly that he realizes how high his hands have wandered and he panics over it, unsure of how to stop or pull his hands back to something a little more proper. He likes Mitsuru so much, so the idea of breaking her trust by being a little too forward is something that he can't abide. So, even though he's feeling relief at her confirmation she's not with anyone, he's also losing his focus on how to touch her body properly.
He wants... he wants to do a lot more to her than is appropriate, that's for certain. So, then she's saying his name and he's expecting the reprimand, the question, the breakdown of trust here but instead she says something else. I would not object to you touching me underneath the towel. His breath nearly stops when she says that and for a moment, he doesn't know what to say.
Does she really want him to... pleasure her? Like that?
He's good at it, he knows. Magic fingers and all that. And he'd be a liar if he said he'd never imagined taking care of Mitsuru this way but he didn't expect her to actually give him permission to do it. The tension is so thick, the desire between them both, he can't... pretend otherwise. He can't. So, he swallows, nods his head, realizes she can't see it and then just clears his throat to say — ]
Okay.
[ That's all he says because he can't breathe with how much he wants to do this for her, how much he wants her in general. For a moment, he does pull his hands off her body but it's only for a moment as in the next, she'll feel a slight chill when he pulls the towel off her body completely. Setting it to the side, he grabs the jar of warming oil again and pours more onto his hands before she'll feel his hands, in a place they've never been before. This time, he takes her ass in his hands, both cheeks in either palm as he gives into the desire to explore her body fully now.
Kneading at her ass, he spreads the warming oil across her cheeks and her hips, palms digging into her flesh as he works her over and over. Down to her upper thigh and then back up, thumbs spreading her cheeks and sliding against the insides as he squeezes and kneads and continues to massage. His own breathing is coming a little harder now too. ]
[ Okay. Such a simple, one word response for the arguably extremely complicated situation they find themselves in. Or perhaps it really isn't that complicated at all... They just need to give in to what they clearly both want at this point.
Mitsuru isn't entirely sure what to expect after he agrees- she's never been in an intimate situation quite like this before. But then she feels the cooler air reach the parts of her body previously covered as he removes the towel and a deeper blush settle onto her face as she finds herself suddenly entirely exposed before Sakamoto. There is little time to dwell on that though, not when his hands seeking out the soft curves of her ass so quickly, taking her breath away and making her moan aloud as he starts to knead the soft flesh with those skilled hands of his.
She finds herself arching off the surface of the table again, pressing herself into his hands, not failing to notice the way both of them are breathing a little harder now. His touch feels good, so good- and she's suddenly wondering why she hadn't asked him to do this sooner, right as his hands spread her cheeks and she grips the table a little harder with one hand as she moans again. ]
[ They're both adults. They're both single. Sure, there's a bit of an issue with him being her physical therapist and perhaps they might need to end that relationship if they're going to pursue something together. But that's really the only hiccup, right? So, there's no other reason to not give in, to not take what they both want and fall into the metaphorical bed together.
When he starts to massage her ass and she moans, he feels the way his own cock throbs in his pants, arousal rushing south as he rubs and kneads at her body, spreading the warming oil and touching her intimately. She arches up into his touch and when he spreads her cheeks, she moans again and he has to bite his lip to keep from saying or doing something inappropriate. Not that this situation is appropriate at all.
But from there, he's going to press two fingers together and rub his oil slick fingers against her perineum, gentle as he strokes his fingers against her sensitive skin there. Down he goes until his fingers slip between her folds and he's rubbing at her inner walls, stroking the wet skin and teasing her pussy with his touch. He doesn't tease for too long, searching instead for her entrance and that's when he'll tease her rim with a finger, circling the entrance and rubbing gently against her to wind her up.
[ It's almost embarrassing how wet she is, the fact that he now knows just what kind of an effect his touches were having on her. Yes he's a great physical therapist, the best she's had in fact - her reaction is going so far beyond that, let alone what is appropriate. Not that either of them are thinking about propriety any longer.
Perhaps it's because of this weird dance they've been doing for weeks now, dancing around the fact that they're attracted to one another but now that he's actually teasing her - his fingers pressed against her perineum have her practically squirming, so close to begging him for more. Turns out she doesn't have to, not yet at least, as Ryuji's fingers move lower. Circling the entrance to her cunt and now she really feels like she might need to beg. She lifts her head a little, red hair tumbling past her shoulders as she turns to look at him, her face flushed with want. ]
Please. I want you to do it.
[ Said in a breathless rush. Just in case the way her slick coats his fingers as he toys with her isn't enough of an indication that she really wants him to fuck her with his fingers. And more besides. If she's being totally honest with herself. ]
[ The way Mitsuru looks at him, eager and flushed with want, has his breath hitching slightly as he stares back. In this moment, he would give her anything she could possibly want, from the shirt off his back to diamonds from the Louvre. He would figure it out, if only to make her happy. But she's not asking for any of that. What she's asking for is his fingers, to fuck her, and he can certainly do that. ]
Yes.
[ That's all he's able to say, breathing it out gently before in the next moment, she'll feel two fingers press together and enter her. Long fingers, rubbing on her inner walls, fucking her gently with them as he swirls them around her hole and tends to her. He'll shift the angle of his hand too, so he can get his thumb against her clit and rub it eagerly while his fingers continue to fuck her. Hard and fast too, he doesn't hesitate as he begins to finger her deeply, knowing that any teasing right now is not needed and she needs to feel her cunt being fucked more than anything else.
And he's hard in his scrubs as well, cock pressing against the front of his pants and aching with arousal. He wants so desperately to be the fingers inside of her instead and even the thought alone has him moaning softly while he works his hand inside of her. Fuck. Fuck. ]
[ She should have expected this, should have expected him to be this good when he'd already shown her how skilled he is with his hands elsewhere on her body. This though- it has writhing against the surface of the massage table, fingernails gradually beginning to dig into the sides as she fails at controlling what little inclination she had not to be too loud...
Sakamoto is just too, too good at this, everything she could have hoped for and more when she'd so desired him to start fucking her with his fingers. He's not giving her a single moment to compose herself, not with the way his thumb starts rubbing at her clit while his fingers thrust relentlessly in and out of her cunt. She had already been so worked up, it doesn't take him long to bring her to orgasm, her inner walls tightening around his fingers as Mitsuru shakes and cries out his name in one hot, heated rush. She's too lost in the moment, overcome with the intensity of her climax to notice the shower of wet droplets she leaves on the table as her body trembles with the force of it. ]
[ Watching Mitsuru come is almost as good as being able to fuck her himself. She spills all over the plastic of the massage table, leaving a little puddle right underneath her and it makes Ryuji swallow, wishing his mouth were there instead to tend to her. But he does slow his fingers, stilling them inside of her as she comes down from the initial high of her orgasm and he struggles with what to do next. He's still so hard and they unfortunately can't fuck on the massage table — it's too high for him to take her safely on it.
So, there's only one other option, and they are in her home after all... ]
Mitsuru. [ He sounds a little breathless at the moment. ] I — I want to take care of you more. Can we go to your bedroom?
[ He'll bring the oil, smear it on her body, have her warm and slicked up and begging underneath him as he fucks her. He can imagine it now and it makes him ache even harder. He wants her. He wants her so badly. ]
[ It takes her a moment to respond, catching her breath from the effect he'd had on her body already with just his fingers. Slowly, she sits up, letting him see almost the full extent of her body, except for the parts of her lower down that the towel remains almost artfully draped around. There is a blush to her cheeks as she smiles and nods. ]
I'd like that.
[ In fact she'd really like that...
She keeps her gaze on him as she steps down from the table, the towel falling in the process. ]
Before that though, I think you should make things a little more equal between us? [ Her eyes drift downwards, over his scrubs, with a slight teasing smile tugging at her lips as she does so. ]
[ As Mitsuru sits up, Ryuji grabs a towel nearby to wipe his hands on it and clean himself up a bit. There's oil and come all over his fingers and he really shouldn't touch anything else before wiping off. So, he's busy with that as she responds, watching her with wide, eager eyes, especially as she gives her consent. Then she's standing and the towel drops off her, making Ryuji look at her body in full. Her large breasts... her plump backside... the artful red of her pubic hair... it's all so enticing. He swallows, hard, as a result.
Make things a little more equal between us, she says and he knows exactly what she means. If this is going to continue, it's no fair for Mitsuru to be the only one naked, especially when they're far from a massage now and instead... this is sex, between two adults, who want to have sex with each other. Ryuji nods a little blearily and sets the towel down on the massage table before grabbing the hem of his shirt.
Up and over, he peels it off before setting it on the table as well. Ryuji has a nice body, well defined muscles in a way that shows he works out regularly. That combined with the physicality of his job leaves him way more buff with his shirt off than is probably expected. And he doesn't stop there, he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and pants and pulls them down, stepping out of them a moment later and placing them on the massage table.
It leaves him naked, his lean legs on display with firm thighs and, well, his big dick. It's erect still, curving up towards his stomach and he breathes out a little roughly as he resists the urge to stroke himself. ]
How's that then?
[ He's ready to head to her bedroom now when she is. He will take the oil with him though. ]
[ For one usually so aloof and hard to read, Mitsuru's eyes can't help but widen as she takes him in now that he's naked. She'd expected something good of course, but he's... well, big. The realisation sends new butterflies of excitement, nerves and anticipation fluttering in her chest. She's still worked up, anxious to experience more of him.
She looks him up and down for a moment, as if sizing him up. Then, with a gentle teasing tone to her voice: ]
It will do.
[ It will more than do.
She smiles, not pausing to see if he's following as she heads in the direction of her bedroom door. ]
[ There was a moment of hesitation there as she assessed him and he wasn't sure exactly if what he was was good enough for her. But then her voice comes, the gentle teasing and he relaxes, letting out a breath as a smile crosses over his face. He's still so achingly hard, still wants to do more with her and being given the privilege of doing so is not something he wants to lose.
So, she says it will do and heads off to her bedroom and he watches after her, swallowing hard before grasping the warming oil in his hand and following, like a lovesick puppy. When they do get to the room, he doesn't really take in much of it, his eyes still fixed on Mitsuru and he'll even wait for her to sit on the bed before following after her and then, hesitantly, sitting next to her. ]
Mitsuru...
[ It feels so strange to be informal with her but he did just make her come so maybe it's fine. ]
I'd, ah, really like to kiss ya.
[ And he looks at her, earnest, as they sit together there next to each other. His fingers curl a little tighter around the bottle of oil while his other hand clutches the sheets next to him. ]
[ She's a little relieved when he's seemingly too focused on her to draw attention to her bedroom- there is always the worry that how luxurious it is might put someone off. Even if she had made a point of not letting the Kirijo staff pick everything now that she had her own apartment. The way he watches and then follow her, everything about his manner suggesting devotion... It's more than a little endearing.
Then there's his confession... It makes her smile. ]
Then kiss me.
[ It almost seems ridiculous that they haven't yet- given what he just did to her on that massage table... ]
[ You don't have to tell him twice. He knows he's being almost ridiculous with his need but he doesn't care. Not when it all feels this good and he wants this badly. So, as she smiles back at him and tells him to kiss her, his heart flutters a little and he grins happily. This is what he wants, more than anything.
So, he leans in, slides his free hand across her cheek to caress it gently and then presses his lips to her own, softly, sweetly. It starts as a sweet kiss, that devotion she noticed being poured into it as he works his mouth lightly against her own and shows his affection for her in the best way he knows how.
But then, as they kiss, it'll slowly grow into something more real and solid. He moves his lips against hers with a growing need and sighs softly as their mouths move against each other. The kiss grows deeper then, with Ryuji sliding his tongue softly against her bottom lip, a request for her to part her lips and when she does, he presses in even deeper, licking into her mouth gently and sliding his tongue against hers. ]
[ She can feel that switch, the moment the kiss moves from sweet and soft to something altogether more heated. All sense of restraint and formality had been abandoned the moment he started touching her on that table- really touching her.
Mitsuru is all to eager to part her lips for him, a soft moan between them as their tongues slide together and she presses herself close to him, turning her body where she's sitting to allow it to happen. What she says next is softly worded against his lips, as she reaches to stroke her fingers through his hair. ]
I see you brought the oil with you...?
[ Yes, she'd noticed. And yes, it's said in a questioning tone because she can't help but hope it means he's all to ready to attend to her further. ]
[ In his head, he's picturing her laid out in front of him while he pours the oil over her body, works his hands over her breasts, her sides, her thighs, until she's an aching, moaning mess. That's what he thought he'd do with the oil, that's why he brought it. But now questioned over it, he feels a little fluster as he tries to admit his desires. Even with her fingers stroking gentle through his hair and her encouraging tone, he still finds himself growing shy. ]
I did, yeah...
[ And he's quiet for a moment, his hand gripping hers a little tighter before he lifts their joined hands up and presses a kiss to her knuckles. Sweet, as he looks over them to her face as well and then smiles softly against her skin. He lets their hands drop again and then, finally, admits what he wants. ]
I wasn't... done with you. I want you to lay down on the bed, on your back, so I can take care of your front.
[ The implication is obvious there. He'll use the oil, work her up, and then fuck her. That's his plan, at least. ]
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Except, he is definitely... cute. That's the word one of her friends might use to describe him, right? Cute, sweet, with something of a puppy about him when it comes to wanting to please her. Mitsuru might be aloof but you'd have to have a shard of ice in place of a heart not to be endeared by him. He also has an athletic build - she might have gotten it out of him that he used to be an athlete once upon a time, clearly he'd done his best to keep up that physique.
Anyway, none of that is what she should be focusing on right now - yet, what else is there to focus on once his hands are on her like this? ]
I will, although I'm sure it won't be.
[ He's always perfect with his hands, always knowing just the right amount of pressure to apply, causing her to melt into such a purely relaxed state beneath him on the table. Tonight seems like it will be no different. She can already feel the knots in her shoulders built up through the stress of the day beginning to loosen and she can't help but let out a soft sigh. ]
You are always so good at this.
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You make it easy to be, Kirijo-san. You're always good to work with.
[ She's thoughtful and considerate in their sessions. Knows how far her body can move and even willing to press past that sometimes for the sake of being her best self. She's his best client, by and large, and he doesn't think that just because he's attracted to her. Just because there's this... tension between them.
It makes him wonder though, if he'd do anything about this tension. Of course, right now he thinks about it too, with her naked in nothing but a towel in front of him. It would be so easy to run his hands over her body and...
Oh, don't think that, Ryuji. You'll get distracted.
He's on her back now, massaging into her sides with strong, firm hands. He can't help but envision what it'd be like to wrap them around her body, to knead at her breasts instead. But he shakes the thought from his head immediately, focusing instead on where he's allowed to touch.
Ah... maybe he should put on some music. Or talk? He doesn't know. Right now, there's only the sound of their breathing in the quiet of the room. ]
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[ Although right now she's feeling a little more uncomfortable in a way she doesn't want to put into words. Not to mention, he's not the only one fighting off being distracted, although it's far more difficult to do so being the one lying here with his hands all over her bare skin.
As his hands glide lower down her back to the small of it, she's not sure at which point the soft moan of appreciation escapes her - perhaps around the point she zones out so much that she almost misses the point where she subconsciously finds her ass arching off the surface of the table in response to him. Just a fraction but noticeably so none the less, pressing herself more into his touches. Perhaps she's feeling more... frustrated than she realised? He must be able to feel it, the way her muscles suddenly become tense again.
She's about ready to die of embarrassment either way... Keeping her face planted in the hole of the massage table, her voice sounds a little less sure of herself than usual as she speaks now. ]
...Ah, perhaps we should have some music?
[ Something with whale song maybe, a complete mood killer. ]
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But then she asks for music and, alright, he can do that. A little breathless — ]
Y-Yeah, just give me a sec to set it up.
[ And then he pulls his hands away, wiping the excess oil off on a towel nearby before pulling out his phone. He connects it to the bluetooth speaker he brought with him for this exact purpose and after a moment, soft and sensual instrumental music begins to play. Which is usually fine and his usual playlist for this type of stuff but... ahh... what if it's too sensual?
Too late now though, it's already playing and it'd be too obvious if he changed the playlist now. So, he swallows, pours more oil onto his hands and moves to work on her thighs. Nudging her legs apart, he begins to rub firm hands into the meat of one of her thighs, focusing on that completely. ]
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[ It's definitely too sensual. But of course she can't say anything, that might make things too apparent that things are becoming increasingly awkward for her if she insists he change the track.
It's a really good thing she's lying on her front so he can't see the look on her face as he begins to massage her thighs. As Sakamoto nudges them apart her mind immediately goes to what might happen if his hand were to move higher, between her thighs, beneath the towel covering her modesty. The thought makes her shiver, likely noticeably.
She needs to talk about something, anything! ]
Sakamoto-san, are you... seeing anyone presently?
[ Ugh, what an improper question to ask! Then again they have known each other for a while, surely long enough for it not to be impolite to ask him that?
As long as the topic distracts them both from the fact that if he touched her any higher up he might make her wet... ]
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Her voice cuts off that train of thought but what she asks doesn't help much either. He blushes fiercely then and swallows hard, trying not to think too deeply about why she's asking such a question. Nope, it's fine! It's... fine! ]
I'm not, nah.
[ Unthinkingly, his hands do end up wandering higher on her thigh, one hand massaging where thigh meets hip while the other kneads at her inner thigh. This is toeing the line of inappropriate for sure. ]
What about you? Ya gotta be too crazy busy for it but I bet people throw themselves at your feet constantly.
[ Which... admittedly makes a spark of jealousy and insecurity pop up in his chest. He'd love to have Mitsuru as his own, love to date her and court her and make her feel good. But she definitely is never going to give attention to a lowly pleb like him, right? ]
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No, I'm not seeing anyone either. [ Did she just put a little too much emphasis on the either part? Probably. ] You're correct, I don't have a lot of free time for that sort of thing...
[ That and she's usually terminally awkward about any attempts she makes. Perhaps that's why she finds herself so drawn to Sakamoto... She'd found no need to put on airs and appear a certain way around him. That and he's better at getting her to relax than most.
Speaking of... That strong hand on the place where her thigh meets her hip, the other on her inner thigh... She can't hold back the pleasurable shudder that travels the length of her spine, nor the soft half moan, half sigh of pleasure. This really isn't proper- she's all too aware that his hands have gone far higher than they usually go, higher then they should go. But not for one moment does she want him to stop. ]
Sakamoto, I- [ Is she about to do the proper thing? Correct him? Ask him to stop and to leave?
No. ]
...I would not object to you... touching me underneath the towel. [ A roundabout way of saying that she wants to take this further... If she's misread this situation then she may die but- how can she be? With the tension so thick between them, surely he feels it too? ]
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He wants... he wants to do a lot more to her than is appropriate, that's for certain. So, then she's saying his name and he's expecting the reprimand, the question, the breakdown of trust here but instead she says something else. I would not object to you touching me underneath the towel. His breath nearly stops when she says that and for a moment, he doesn't know what to say.
Does she really want him to... pleasure her? Like that?
He's good at it, he knows. Magic fingers and all that. And he'd be a liar if he said he'd never imagined taking care of Mitsuru this way but he didn't expect her to actually give him permission to do it. The tension is so thick, the desire between them both, he can't... pretend otherwise. He can't. So, he swallows, nods his head, realizes she can't see it and then just clears his throat to say — ]
Okay.
[ That's all he says because he can't breathe with how much he wants to do this for her, how much he wants her in general. For a moment, he does pull his hands off her body but it's only for a moment as in the next, she'll feel a slight chill when he pulls the towel off her body completely. Setting it to the side, he grabs the jar of warming oil again and pours more onto his hands before she'll feel his hands, in a place they've never been before. This time, he takes her ass in his hands, both cheeks in either palm as he gives into the desire to explore her body fully now.
Kneading at her ass, he spreads the warming oil across her cheeks and her hips, palms digging into her flesh as he works her over and over. Down to her upper thigh and then back up, thumbs spreading her cheeks and sliding against the insides as he squeezes and kneads and continues to massage. His own breathing is coming a little harder now too. ]
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Mitsuru isn't entirely sure what to expect after he agrees- she's never been in an intimate situation quite like this before. But then she feels the cooler air reach the parts of her body previously covered as he removes the towel and a deeper blush settle onto her face as she finds herself suddenly entirely exposed before Sakamoto. There is little time to dwell on that though, not when his hands seeking out the soft curves of her ass so quickly, taking her breath away and making her moan aloud as he starts to knead the soft flesh with those skilled hands of his.
She finds herself arching off the surface of the table again, pressing herself into his hands, not failing to notice the way both of them are breathing a little harder now. His touch feels good, so good- and she's suddenly wondering why she hadn't asked him to do this sooner, right as his hands spread her cheeks and she grips the table a little harder with one hand as she moans again. ]
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When he starts to massage her ass and she moans, he feels the way his own cock throbs in his pants, arousal rushing south as he rubs and kneads at her body, spreading the warming oil and touching her intimately. She arches up into his touch and when he spreads her cheeks, she moans again and he has to bite his lip to keep from saying or doing something inappropriate. Not that this situation is appropriate at all.
But from there, he's going to press two fingers together and rub his oil slick fingers against her perineum, gentle as he strokes his fingers against her sensitive skin there. Down he goes until his fingers slip between her folds and he's rubbing at her inner walls, stroking the wet skin and teasing her pussy with his touch. He doesn't tease for too long, searching instead for her entrance and that's when he'll tease her rim with a finger, circling the entrance and rubbing gently against her to wind her up.
Magic fingers, yeah. ]
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Perhaps it's because of this weird dance they've been doing for weeks now, dancing around the fact that they're attracted to one another but now that he's actually teasing her - his fingers pressed against her perineum have her practically squirming, so close to begging him for more. Turns out she doesn't have to, not yet at least, as Ryuji's fingers move lower. Circling the entrance to her cunt and now she really feels like she might need to beg. She lifts her head a little, red hair tumbling past her shoulders as she turns to look at him, her face flushed with want. ]
Please. I want you to do it.
[ Said in a breathless rush. Just in case the way her slick coats his fingers as he toys with her isn't enough of an indication that she really wants him to fuck her with his fingers. And more besides. If she's being totally honest with herself. ]
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Yes.
[ That's all he's able to say, breathing it out gently before in the next moment, she'll feel two fingers press together and enter her. Long fingers, rubbing on her inner walls, fucking her gently with them as he swirls them around her hole and tends to her. He'll shift the angle of his hand too, so he can get his thumb against her clit and rub it eagerly while his fingers continue to fuck her. Hard and fast too, he doesn't hesitate as he begins to finger her deeply, knowing that any teasing right now is not needed and she needs to feel her cunt being fucked more than anything else.
And he's hard in his scrubs as well, cock pressing against the front of his pants and aching with arousal. He wants so desperately to be the fingers inside of her instead and even the thought alone has him moaning softly while he works his hand inside of her. Fuck. Fuck. ]
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Sakamoto is just too, too good at this, everything she could have hoped for and more when she'd so desired him to start fucking her with his fingers. He's not giving her a single moment to compose herself, not with the way his thumb starts rubbing at her clit while his fingers thrust relentlessly in and out of her cunt. She had already been so worked up, it doesn't take him long to bring her to orgasm, her inner walls tightening around his fingers as Mitsuru shakes and cries out his name in one hot, heated rush. She's too lost in the moment, overcome with the intensity of her climax to notice the shower of wet droplets she leaves on the table as her body trembles with the force of it. ]
God, Sakamoto- Ryuji-
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So, there's only one other option, and they are in her home after all... ]
Mitsuru. [ He sounds a little breathless at the moment. ] I — I want to take care of you more. Can we go to your bedroom?
[ He'll bring the oil, smear it on her body, have her warm and slicked up and begging underneath him as he fucks her. He can imagine it now and it makes him ache even harder. He wants her. He wants her so badly. ]
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I'd like that.
[ In fact she'd really like that...
She keeps her gaze on him as she steps down from the table, the towel falling in the process. ]
Before that though, I think you should make things a little more equal between us? [ Her eyes drift downwards, over his scrubs, with a slight teasing smile tugging at her lips as she does so. ]
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Make things a little more equal between us, she says and he knows exactly what she means. If this is going to continue, it's no fair for Mitsuru to be the only one naked, especially when they're far from a massage now and instead... this is sex, between two adults, who want to have sex with each other. Ryuji nods a little blearily and sets the towel down on the massage table before grabbing the hem of his shirt.
Up and over, he peels it off before setting it on the table as well. Ryuji has a nice body, well defined muscles in a way that shows he works out regularly. That combined with the physicality of his job leaves him way more buff with his shirt off than is probably expected. And he doesn't stop there, he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and pants and pulls them down, stepping out of them a moment later and placing them on the massage table.
It leaves him naked, his lean legs on display with firm thighs and, well, his big dick. It's erect still, curving up towards his stomach and he breathes out a little roughly as he resists the urge to stroke himself. ]
How's that then?
[ He's ready to head to her bedroom now when she is. He will take the oil with him though. ]
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She looks him up and down for a moment, as if sizing him up. Then, with a gentle teasing tone to her voice: ]
It will do.
[ It will more than do.
She smiles, not pausing to see if he's following as she heads in the direction of her bedroom door. ]
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So, she says it will do and heads off to her bedroom and he watches after her, swallowing hard before grasping the warming oil in his hand and following, like a lovesick puppy. When they do get to the room, he doesn't really take in much of it, his eyes still fixed on Mitsuru and he'll even wait for her to sit on the bed before following after her and then, hesitantly, sitting next to her. ]
Mitsuru...
[ It feels so strange to be informal with her but he did just make her come so maybe it's fine. ]
I'd, ah, really like to kiss ya.
[ And he looks at her, earnest, as they sit together there next to each other. His fingers curl a little tighter around the bottle of oil while his other hand clutches the sheets next to him. ]
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Then there's his confession... It makes her smile. ]
Then kiss me.
[ It almost seems ridiculous that they haven't yet- given what he just did to her on that massage table... ]
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So, he leans in, slides his free hand across her cheek to caress it gently and then presses his lips to her own, softly, sweetly. It starts as a sweet kiss, that devotion she noticed being poured into it as he works his mouth lightly against her own and shows his affection for her in the best way he knows how.
But then, as they kiss, it'll slowly grow into something more real and solid. He moves his lips against hers with a growing need and sighs softly as their mouths move against each other. The kiss grows deeper then, with Ryuji sliding his tongue softly against her bottom lip, a request for her to part her lips and when she does, he presses in even deeper, licking into her mouth gently and sliding his tongue against hers. ]
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Mitsuru is all to eager to part her lips for him, a soft moan between them as their tongues slide together and she presses herself close to him, turning her body where she's sitting to allow it to happen. What she says next is softly worded against his lips, as she reaches to stroke her fingers through his hair. ]
I see you brought the oil with you...?
[ Yes, she'd noticed. And yes, it's said in a questioning tone because she can't help but hope it means he's all to ready to attend to her further. ]
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I did, yeah...
[ And he's quiet for a moment, his hand gripping hers a little tighter before he lifts their joined hands up and presses a kiss to her knuckles. Sweet, as he looks over them to her face as well and then smiles softly against her skin. He lets their hands drop again and then, finally, admits what he wants. ]
I wasn't... done with you. I want you to lay down on the bed, on your back, so I can take care of your front.
[ The implication is obvious there. He'll use the oil, work her up, and then fuck her. That's his plan, at least. ]