[ 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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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. ]