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[ It's Christmas and he's ~~in Tartarus~~ at a Kirijo family Christmas gala for some god damn reason. He just knows he's there, as Mitsuru's date, though it's not really a date and just him being present because she needed a male suitor to be with her and he was the innocent bystander she decided to choose. He'd rather be doing anything else, but he's on Christmas break from university and he doesn't really want to spend the day with his parents.

So, Kirijo gala. Mitsuru. Letting her dress him up in a suit and that being the end of it. He sighs as he stands near the refreshment table, swishing the eggnog in his glass around a few times before taking a sip and wondering where Mitsuru went. They got split up pretty early on as she had some business people to talk to and he figured she'd find him again later but later has become now and now has been a while.

Which means he supposes now's as good a time as any to go look for her? He starts wandering the party, looking for that familiar head of red hair and even slipping out into the hallway to see if she's in another room. It's during this that he gets stopped by some woman. She looks like a model, but he doesn't really think much of it because it's not like he knows her. She just seems like another annoying woman who wants to bother him.

Hey, cutie. (Hmm. Him, cute?) Do you know what you're standing under right now?

At this, he blinks at her and looks up, spotting the sprig of mistletoe that she's trapped him under. His eyebrows furrow and he doesn't seem very happy when he looks back at the woman, giving a shake of his head. ]

I have a date.

[ Oh, but she's not here right now, is she? Come on, one little kiss and I'll let you go~ ♥ ]

I...

[ Help. Where's Mitsuru when you need her? ]

[ It's like she's got a sixth sense for Akihiko getting himself into shenanigans or something. Mitsuru had already felt a little guilty for parting company with him so quickly but he knows the drill by now, how any social occasion isn't really that for her, it's work. Plus it's not like this is a real date, he's just doing her a favour with accompanying her to this thing. He just gets to hang around and get some free fancy refreshments for a couple of hours.

Still, she's managed to get away for a little while and intends to track him down to at least check in- and finds him in a situation she totally should have predicted. She has no idea who opted to put mistletoe up there but she suddenly finds herself more than a little annoyed at whoever did... a little too much wine maybe? Although she hadn't had much, she prefers to keep a clear head at these events after all.

The redhead shows zero hesitance in announcing herself as she approaches the pair, especially once she overhears their conversation. And here was she thinking he might have escaped this kind of thing since they left high school. Of course not. ]

I am the “date,” and I believe he is attempting to convey — albeit indirectly —that he is not interested.

[ Perhaps it's her cold, lofty tone, the way the space around them seems to drop quite a few degrees in temperature or the fact that it's Mitsuru Kirijo addressing her but suddenly the other woman doesn't seem in such a hurry to get cosy. In fact she's in more of a hurry to get away, albeit with something of a disappointed pout thrown in the direction of her quarry...

Mitsuru sighs once she's gone. ]

Apologies for being absent so long. I didn't think you'd get hassle like that here.

[ Although, objectively speaking, why wouldn't he? He's perhaps her oldest friend but it's not as though she can't see that he's good looking. Objectively speaking. ]

[ Honestly, the frigid air is like a welcome balm to Akihiko when he feels it before he sees Mitsuru and then he lights up when she arrives, feeling relief course through his veins. She'll save him! And also probably get mad at him for ending up in this situation, but it's fine. As long as the stranger goes and he returns to his rightful place by Mitsuru's side. When the lady all but flees afterwards, he turns a bright grin to Mitsuru, though he does wish for a moment he picked the hot cocoa over the eggnog if only to warm himself up a bit. ]

It's alright. Needed something interesting to happen anyway.

[ Because he's been bored out of his mind and seeing Mitsuru scare off an unwanted flirt is a lot more entertaining than anything else. ]

Are you still working or are you back to the party?

[ Just curiously asking, though he doesn't seem to realize that they're still standing under the mistletoe. Together. ]

[ Not mad exactly... Perhaps just a little exasperated that he still doesn't seem to have grasped why he gets that sort of attention and how to deal with it. No harm done though.

She raises an eyebrow. ]

I would have thought you'd know how to get yourself out of those kinds of situations by now - given your high school fan club days.

[ It wasn't officially a club as far as she was aware but you never know. For all she knew they could have been having meetings and lord knows what else about him etc. ]

Back to the party, for now. [ Because when is she not working, really?

Anyway, he might not have have realised what they're both standing under right now but she definitely has. ] ...Perhaps you should move before you attract even more unwanted attention. [ She briefly gestures upwards as a reminder, before pausing, then, thoughtfully:... ] Although I might have a suggestion to help prevent that happening again.

[ There is a wince at the mention of his fan club and he opens his mouth to object but he doesn't really have much of an objection. Usually his method is to just walk away but he didn't want to offend anyone at a party where he was Mitsuru's date. Trying to convince the woman to leave him alone seemed difficult as well. Really, Mitsuru was his best option here.

But nevertheless, he's here and she's here and there's relief in him because of it. He blinks at her comment about moving before looking up and oh... right. Mistletoe.

Then she says she has another suggestion and he, completely oblivious to what she means, can't help but ask — ]

Oh, yeah? Whatever works to get them off my back, I'm happy to do.

[ She’ll blame the wine for the idea that popped into her head. She had only had a small amount but you know, she hasn’t really had anything to eat with it.

Just hear her out. ]

You could kiss me.

[ Then by way of explanation before he thinks she’s being weird about this. ] I’m quite serious. Logically speaking we both know you’ll be left alone for the rest of the evening then.

[ Because any interested parties will assume that Mitsuru Kirijo might actually have them assassinated or something.

Which is nonsense because she could just execute them herself. ]

[ You could kiss me. Akihiko blinks, staring at Mitsuru a little dumbfounded when she suggests this. Not because her logic makes no sense but because he never thought about it before. Kissing? Mitsuru? Well, kissing anyone seemed like a hassle and he hasn't done it before but kissing Mitsuru...

Hm.

Mitsuru's always been at his side since the moment they met and he's relied on her consistently for a lot of things. They get along well and she's one of the few girls he knew as a teenager who didn't annoy him. Now, as adults (though they're barely adults), she's still his best friend. She knows him more than anyone else, she's still consistently at his side and someone he trusts unconditionally. If Mitsuru needed to hide a dead body, he'd be the first one there with a shovel, let's say.

But kissing? He guesses it would make sense. Everyone would leave him alone for the rest of the night and probably into future events as well. They'd see him as Mitsuru's boyfriend instead of a friend. They could have each other's backs like that, helping dissuade suitors from chasing after Mitsuru as well because, well, she'd be taken, wouldn't she?

Honestly, he doesn't know how they didn't stumble on this idea before. This would've saved him so much time in high school if everyone thought he was dating Mitsuru instead. So, he gives a soft shake of his head, lifting a hand to scrub through his hair before straightening up. He sets the eggnog off to the side and then faces Mitsuru properly. ]

Alright, yeah, let's kiss. That'll save us both some trouble.

[ He steps closer to her then. ]

And, hey, I've never done this before so don't criticize my performance, will ya?

[ The response he gets as he steps closer is a wry smile up at him. ]

I'm hardly going to critique something that is purely for show, Akihiko.

[ Not to mention that fact she's not exactly... experienced at this herself. Any of it really. It's not that she's opposed to it per say, just when does she ever have the time or the inclination for romance of any kind?

Yes, this would save them both a lot of bother in the long run. No more fawning fangirls for him and no more ridiculous prospective marriage matches for her. ]

Let's just get it over with and we can both have a more hassle free evening.

[ All they have to do is make it look somewhat believable and she doubts anyone who looks their way will study too closely regardless once they see what is going on. ]

[ They're both of the same mind then. This is purely just a way to get out of the social obligations that come with being young, attractive, and single. They both have no desire to chase after anything or anyone and if, by some miracle, someone did come up in either of their lives — Akihiko knows they would handle it equally efficiently. So, this is great. Really.

And so he's going to lift a hand to cup Mitsuru's cheek, his eyes glancing up to hers before looking down to her lips. She... has pretty nice lips, he thinks. You know, for someone who has lips. It's just not bad. Nice and plump instead of weird and thin. Yeah. So, he looks for a little longer before leaning in and very gently, pressing his lips to hers.

It's more of a brush of skin against skin initially because Akihiko truly does not know what he's doing. But he's going to try to kiss her seriously, moving his lips gently against hers in some facsimile of a kiss. Some mimic of something he's seen on TV before. ]

[ Honestly, Mitsuru really isn't sure what to expect when he looks at her and then presses his lips to hers. All she had been concerned about was whether it looked real enough to dissuade anyone from bother either of them the rest of the evening and beyond. Turns out it feels... not unpleasant. He's warm and he doesn't smell like the gymnasium, just pleasantly masculine. She has to admit that he cleans up well. Some purely objective part of her can see the appeal to that other woman.

If Akihiko truly does not know what he is doing then Mitsuru knows perhaps a little more, comparatively so anyway. Enough to tilt her head a little, granting him a better angle to feel more of her lips, enough to start trying to coax him into something a little less mechanical and more... smooth, with the movements of her own lips. Just soft brushes against his lips at first, then moving a little deeper. Placing her hands upon his shoulders as she does so.

She isn't entirely sure why her face is starting to feel a little hot. ]

[ Okay. Okay. As Mitsuru encourages him with her own mouth, he's slowly learning what to do with his. His hands move to settle on her waist, circling around her instinctively to pull her closer, more against him even if there really is no reason to do that when all they're doing is kissing. But he's going to keep kissing her. Slow, gentle, explorative touches of his mouth against hers until he's starting to feel...

Not frustrated, no, but like this isn't enough? Like it should be... more? Hotter, wetter? Something like that. No. He doesn't know what he's thinking. Maybe he's just full of it. There's a slight frustrated noise before he parts his lips and very tentatively finds himself sliding his tongue against her lips, which makes him shiver and break away suddenly from the kiss. ]

Ah, sorry — that was —

[ Too forward? Too much? Too weird? He has no idea. He just doesn't want to make her uncomfortable. ]

[ The soft sound she makes as his arms encircle her waist and pull her closer, as his tongue begins to brush against her lips is unexpected. She can't quite put her finger on exactly what it is she's feeling but- uncomfortable definitely isn't it. Although there is something akin to a building frustration inside her, as though what they're doing can't possibly be enough - particularly when he breaks away. But that's silly, because they'd been clear about the boundaries put in place here and what they're trying to achieve with this.

Then again- ]

...There's no need to apologise.

I'm quite comfortable with continuing the facade as long as you are.

[ So, you know, they can keep kissing. No big deal. ]

[ Right. He didn't do anything wrong. No need to apologize. He nods his head a little distracted as he thinks of what to do next, if he should still keep kissing her or not. Quite comfortable with continuing the facade she says and he knows what she means is that the kissing is fine to continue. And really, if they're going to kiss, it should have Akihiko giving it his all, right? He hasn't done that yet, spooked himself with his actions but there's a pretty flush on Mitsuru's face and they really haven't proven anything with a kiss that chaste.

He hears voices then, coming down the hall, and that's what spurs him forward. There's no point in doing this if no one sees them either. So, he leans in again and kisses Mitsuru once more. Bolder this time as he presses his lips to hers and works his mouth against her, kissing with eager presses of his lips and — and tongue, this time. His tongue cautiously licks at her mouth, encourages her to part her lips and he shivers as he slides his tongue into her mouth and against her own.

His head tilts to the side, giving him the ability to deepen the kiss properly and he focuses on making it good. Slow, sensual sliding of his tongue against Mitsuru's, heavy panting breath against her and a soft almost moan pressed into her mouth as they work against each other. ]

[ Mitsuru isn't sure at what point her hands end up in Akihiko's hair - it's not as though she's ever made a habit of touching it. Nor has she ever been in the habit of imagining what it would feel like but somehow it's just what she might have pictured had she done so, soft and a little scruffy feeling... In a good way. All she knows is that it feels right to do so, in the moment, right as she feels what sounds like a moan from him against her lips. She doesn't know why but something about the sound sends a pleasurable shiver down her spine - it's low, yet soft and terribly appealing.

The redhead always expects him to match her, to go toe to toe with her in everything they do together. Still, it's a surprise to find they do even now, in this... situation. Mitsuru discovers that it isn't hard to find a rhythm with him despite their mutual lack of experience, first with their lips and then their tongues alongside. They're both breathing hard in a way that she didn't expect, the flush on her face deepening as she finds herself moaning softly in response and threading her slender fingers a little more vigorously through his hair.

Some part of her is still debating how this might look to an observer, whether it looks real enough, whether they're being convincing enough with their act... But she finds her focus is becoming a little less... well, focused. She's grateful when she feels a wall against her back, for some reason the support is suddenly extremely welcome. ]

[ Akihiko is getting carried away. Akihiko does not realize he is getting carried away. Akihiko just finds himself chasing after a pleasure he's never really experienced before, with the way they continue to kiss. His body feels hot, wound up, a pleasure coiling in his gut simply from the slide of Mitsuru's tongue against his own and her fingers grasping his short strands of hair. Akihiko does not realize that the reason Mitsuru finds her back against the wall is because Akihiko nudged them there in his chasing of her mouth.

His hands, the ones that have been politely on her waist through all this, slide backwards instinctively, backwards and lower until his palms are gripping Mitsuru's ass through her dress and he's stepping closer to press his body flush against her own. Chest to chest, hip to hip, he kisses her against the wall with an urgent need now as the pleasure of their movements courses through his body.

She's meeting him, beat for beat. He can feel the vibrations of her moans against his mouth and it feels like victory, like winning a bout, whenever he's able to get her to break a little to give him those noises. He wants more of them, finds his mind drifting to how else he can get her to moan but his thoughts grow fuzzy then. The images are too...

No, no, this is just a kiss. This is just a kiss. He's never — he wouldn't — they're just kissing to get people off their back, aren't they? Yeah, that's all this is. With how good it feels, he was starting to forget. He won't forget again. ]

[ If he's getting carried away then he's certainly not the only one. That's Akihiko's hands on her ass and she's... somehow not mad about it? His hands feel strong, sure, as if he might actually be into this, just like she might be. If it weren't all just some utterly convincing act, of course. Still, the sudden grip of his hands has her moaning softly again. Mitsuru finds herself clenching her thighs together as she feels herself growing hotter, some building ache between her legs almost making her catch her breath as much as his kisses are doing.

She doesn't think of this as a bout per say but there is definitely some growing need to match him, to compete with him as usual. As his body closes in on hers she presses herself hard back against him, eventually parting her thighs a little, giving him enough room to press flush against her in such a way that is definitely eye opening in more ways than one.

And speaking of eyes, somewhere out of the corner of her eye she'd noticed a few unsuspecting onlookers catch sight of them both more than once. Certainly enough to leave no doubt in anyone's mind that they both appear to be off the market. Just as intended, just as planned...

She ought to end this now, right? ]

Akihiko-? [ Murmured against his lips and definitely more husky and breathless sounding than she had intended. ]

[ When she spreads her thighs, his leg slips between them easy as can be and he doesn't think twice about it. But then there's the press of his half-hard arousal against her thigh, a feeling he's never really felt before either and it has him moaning into the kiss, gripping her harder and dragging her ever so closer as he drags his hips against her thigh. It's all instinct and gut reaction, nothing he's thinking of actively, but the feeling it spreads through him is like wildfire and he can't get enough.

Of course, then he hears her voice, saying his name, and he breaks off the kiss with a dazed look in his eyes and a deep flush to his face. His ears are pink, his cheeks are pink, and his lips are wet and slightly swollen from the intensity of their kissing. He's panting softly as he looks back at Mitsuru, his eyes dropping from her own to her lips and unconsciously, he licks his, tasting her on his skin. Huh... ]

Mitsuru.

[ He'd like to kiss more. It felt so good and intense in a way that he likes. The competition of it, the adrenaline, the chase, it was almost like being in a fight but more... pleasurable? He wonders idly for a moment if this is what he was missing in his training, if having a whole experience means something like... kissing more. Maybe even having sex.

... Sex with Mitsuru? She'd certainly be a partner who would match him on his level. A sparring mate in a different way entirely. His cock idly twitches against her thigh as he thinks about it, his mind wrapping around the idea of sex being good training and letting it settle into his head as something to pursue. If this is how kissing feels, then... clearly, he needs to explore this a bit more. ]

Do you want to stop?

[ Does she want to stop? Her face is flushed and her lips just a little swollen from the kissing, pleasantly so. She'd felt him half-hard and pressed against her, the realisation causing an ache between her legs once more that she doesn't care to analyse too closely.

Akihiko is... her oldest friend and ally. She trusts him implicitly in everything they do and she'd always been open about the fact that she couldn't ever picture her life without him being somewhere in her orbit. She fully realises where this could go if they don't stop, that sex might be the way forward. She might be proper but she'd never seen any sense in being restrained where this was concerned. It might be... advisable for both of them to do this. Healthy even? Neither of them really had any experience and it could only do them both a favour - besides, however much she might deny it, as Shinjiro had once pointed out, she was just as competitive as Akihiko just below the surface. She can fondly recall that time the three of them had been at the beach, trying to be "normal" high school students and she'd thought herself quite capable of winning a race between them, foolishly running on sand in her school shoes. She hadn't let that little issue stop her.

She feels herself swallow as she looks back at him. ]

I think that... this would be even more convincing if we were to be seen heading upstairs.

[ You know, to the room she'd gotten for the night. She and Akihiko were meant to separate once his duty at the party was over, but... ]

[ Mitsuru, at this point, is the closest thing he has to a true best friend. There was Shinji before and then... Minato. But the two of them have made their choices, accepted their fates. Now, Akihiko is left alone — except. He has Mitsuru. Mitsuru has been there, steadfast at his side since the moment they met and she handed him a gun. She meets him, beat for beat, at every moment of his life and even now, he feels her hot and worked up in his arms and he knows he mirrors her in some way.

So in a way, shouldn't that be a reason not to go upstairs? To not ruin what they have together? But he can't imagine a world where Mitsuru would see this differently than him. This is them meeting each other again, as equals, as partners, and fumbling through their own inexperience to enrich their lives with a new experience instead. This is setting a precedent: they won't be bothered anymore because everyone will think they're together. And then they'll have sex because it's a satisfying bout of competition between them where they can be equals in another way.

Akihiko would never let go of a chance to better himself as a person. This is just another way to do that. And what better a partner to embark on this with than Mitsuru? She understands him more than anyone. ]

It would.

[ He gives a firm nod of his head then and his hands slide down from her ass, over her thighs, lingering for a moment as he pulls back. He doesn't like the thought of not touching her suddenly, not continuing to kiss, but if they're going to make their cover stick then they have to move. ]

And there's no real harm in continuing there. I'm sure someone will hear us, and then we can get breakfast in the morning.

[ A perfectly logical next step in Akihiko's mind. ]

[ Hear them? There is a part of her that is immediately mortified at such a suggestion. But then... it would be a good thing she supposes, enough to cement the fabrication that they're intimate enough to ward anyone else off. It's purely a practical suggestion.

And so, Mitsuru nods her agreement - whilst suddenly feeling a strange amount of regret at their lack of contact once more when Akihiko withdraws. She's looking for the perfect moment, just the right amount of party guests clustered near enough to the exit to see them both leave (hand in hand perhaps?) and spread the gossip amongst the others that the Kirijo heiress and current Group head just left with a man. Apparently satisfied that now is the right time, she reaches to curl her hand around his and gently tug him towards the exit. ]

Now. And don't be too obvious about this.

[ Just act natural - that they always walk hand in hand like this. Strangely it doesn't feel so weird? She's just glad of his presence by her side as always, as she guides him through and exits the party, noting more than a few curious gazes as she does so with no small amount of satisfaction.

From there, it's an elevator ride up to the best suite - because of course she has no less than the finest place to stay in the whole hotel. ]

[ There is immediate response in Akihiko to reply don't be too obvious about what? when she takes his hand. Then, oh, that's — is that part of the ruse? Is it something like that? But it only feels right, to have some bit of contact after their kissing from before and his lips still tingle, fingers still itch, with the need to reach out and pull Mitsuru back into his arms. He doesn't know what to think of that.

So, to everyone else, they will see Akihiko just staring at Mitsuru as they slip out of the party, giving no attention to anyone but his partner and his expression is nothing short of ravenous. He wants more, he wants her, but he doesn't think to reign himself in as his thoughts dance with the memory of kissing her, the idea of doing more than that. He didn't expect himself to get so worked up.

Then they're in the elevator and honestly, it's hard not to do anything here. They're alone, there's no one watching them, which is why it's hard for Akihiko to convince himself to kiss Mitsuru again despite how badly he wants to. He feels the arousal still curled in his gut, his cock half-hard in his pants now, and he just wants more. But before he can finally act — the elevator dings and out they step into the penthouse suite.

Which then makes him feel a little dumb for his comment earlier. No one else shares the penthouse floor except for Mitsuru. Who is going to hear them? He's too embarrassed to point out the contradiction though and instead just steps out with her into the living area. His eyes flicker over to the direction of the bedroom before back to Mitsuru. ]

Shall we...?

[ Continue. ]

[ Mitsuru would be lying if she claimed the same sorts of thoughts didn't cross her mind in the elevator. Not when she's suddenly acutely aware of what little space there is between them again, as well as her own breathing - and his. The tension is almost unbearable, enough to have her actually considering doing something she would usually never do in full few of an elevator security camera - thankfully the doors open just as she's turning to look at him, about to throw all caution and decency to the wind.

Thankfully, she doesn't have to and she finds herself suddenly a little nervous as they enter her suite. Uncharacteristically so. Not something to dwell on, not when they're just two friends doing each other a very big favour. She nods at his question, leading him through to the bedroom with the predictably ridiculously plush bed.

She turns, placing her back to him, taking a moment to brush her long hair to one side and over her shoulder, leaving her back exposed to Akihiko as she murmurs, ]

Help me out of my dress..?

[ You know, like a helpful and supportive friend would after a party...

...A helpful and supportive friend about to get an eyeful of very expensive black silk with red lace trim. ]

[ This is not the first time Akihiko has helped Mitsuru out of her dress. But he usually leaves after unzipping her, giving her her privacy to get out of the dress the rest of the way. That's not what's going to happen tonight though and it makes his breath catch for a moment before he swallows and nods his head. ]

Of course.

[ And then he's stepping close, hands moving to touch. One hand holds up her dress while the other takes her zipper in hand to unzip. It goes all the way down, revealing her back completely and his eyes roam over the silk, the urge to touch hard to resist. But he does for now, instead he helps to spread the dress, sliding it off her shoulders carefully and helping her out of it.

He'll help until the dress in pooled on the floor, with her out of it and he swallows, wondering if he should go pick it up and hang it up or if it... doesn't matter right now, considering their main intention. For now, he just waits, hands hovering over Mitsuru in anticipation. ]

[ The redhead can feel his eyes on her, feel the heat of his gaze in a way she never has before. Akihiko could always be... intense, but this feels different. It is different. Because she isn't about to scold him for being reckless or attempt to hold him back in any way - she feels the same way after all.

It feels as though her heart is pounding as she turns around, moving in close, so badly wanting to feel his arms around her again that it takes her breath away. She tilts her head to look up at him, lips just refraining from touching his again. ]

Last chance to back out, Akihiko. [ She says it softly but there is an undeniable challenging tone to her voice... because she knows him, too well as it happens. And knows that they both can't resist a challenge, no matter what form it takes. ]

[ She does know him. And she knows the exact right words to use to get him from hesitant and nervous to bold and eager. The challenge hits the mark exactly and his eyes light up for a moment as he looks back at her, his fingers clenching against his palms before he takes a last step forward to close the distance between them. ]

Like hell.

[ He has no intention of backing out, no intention of letting this go. He wants to kiss Mitsuru. He wants to have sex with Mitsuru. The why of it all is still fuzzy to him and he's still going to be chewing through it for a while as he figures out what this all means. But it doesn't mean he has to stop now to do it. It doesn't mean he has to delay what they both want any longer.

One arm loops around her waist, the other takes her cheek in hand and he pulls her flush against him before he's bending down to take her mouth against his own again. This time, there is confidence in his kiss. The practice of it earlier with each other leaves him knowing exactly what to do. Head tilted, mouth pressed against hers, he makes it deep immediately as he kisses her with the same hunger and passion from downstairs. Except this time, there's no propriety to stop them from going further. ]

help me revoicetest........... also mistletoe??? obvs???

UM YES??? also killing me with the icon choice

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