[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ The why isn't important right now; he wants to have sex with her and she wants to have sex with him. Badly, if the way they immediately respond to one another is any kind of indication. His response brings an approving smile to her lips, mouth moving against his with no less hunger than him. Once again they fall into a rhythm with one another so easily - another thing to question the why of later if they ever feel so inclined. She doesn't hesitate to part her mouth again, letting his tongue move against hers in an almost dance that leaves her feeling hotter, hungry for more.
Mitsuru wraps her arms around his neck first, then restlessly moves her hands to the lapels of his suit jacket, coaxing him to shrug that off before then moving to the buttons of his shirt, desiring to remove even more layers between them. She can't recall the last time she felt this impatient, as riled up as he is even. She can feel him half-hard still against her thigh, the sensation bringing yet another of those deep aches between her legs as she moans against his mouth in such a way that might have ordinarily left her feeling embarrassed.
She wants this, wants to be touched in a way that she hasn't before - and she can't think of anyone she would rather trust more with this than Akihiko. ]
[ The suit jacket drops easily to the floor, as does the dress shirt he's wearing. He feels hot all over, eager and antsy to get to... to what? The next part? But what's the next part? Kissing her all over — his mouth on her neck, her breasts, her pussy. He groans softly into the kiss as he imagines it, his cock thickening even more in his pants and he grabs her by the hips to drag her in closer, press his cock even more firmly against her thigh as they kiss and kiss and kiss.
At the same time, he starts to walk her backwards towards the bed. Not breaking the kiss but it grows sloppier in his insistence, all the way until the back of her knees hit the bed and he pushes them to fall down on top of each other, onto the plush mattress. The kiss breaks in the meantime and then he's on top of Mitsuru, hands pushing him up to look down at her as he pants hard and looks flushed all over. ]
I need to get naked.
[ Just a distracted comment from him as his eyes roam over her body, intense as always, and then he's crawling back to stand up again, his hands dropping down to his waistband to unbuckle his belt. It takes no time for him to undo his pants and then he's pushing them down with his underwear, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side before he's standing in front of Mitsuru, naked and erect. This is likely the first time she's seen his cock properly, thick and long as it is, and especially erect.
[ She almost laughs when they both end up practically falling onto the mattress. The abruptness of it is somehow so Akihiko, despite the situation and-
Thoughts momentarily derailed because he’s undressing. Of course he’s undressing because they’re going to have sex… And all at once it’s as though they’re back to their regular selves again as they regard one another. Mitsuru hadn’t known what to expect, she’d never pictured her friend naked until now. She’s seen him shirtless on the beach whenever he deigned to remove his tshirt of course but they’d both changed since then and she’d never made a point of really looking at him. Let alone his cock.
He’s… long, hard. It makes her flush too, not at all disliking what she sees when she looks at him but also making a point of politely averting her gaze a moment to give him some reprieve when she notes the look on his own face. Besides, it’s only fair that he gets to look at her properly for the first time too. ]
Me too.
[ So, she sits up, first undoing the clasps of her bra, shivering a little as she lets the straps slide from her shoulders and her bare breasts are exposed to the air. Then, last of all her panties - embarrassingly a little wet already. ]
[ He really should give her some privacy, he thinks a little distantly. To... undress. To strip down and get naked. But instead he watches her the whole time, as she removes her bra, his eyes fix on her breasts and his hand unthinkingly goes to his cock, giving it a few perfunctory strokes. And then she's removing her panties, the black lace glistening a little from her wetness in the dim light of the penthouse suite and it makes his mouth go dry with desire. He wants... to use his mouth.
But where? His eyes flicker back to her breasts and then to her pussy and he's overwhelmed with want. He doesn't know what to do next, what to do first and as she lays there on the bed like that, he's struck with a desire so potent that it leaves him feeling dizzy. Without thought, he takes a step forward, standing between the spread of Mitsuru's legs and then —
Then he drops to his knees. With a hard thump, his legs give way and he kneels on the floor in front of Mitsuru, his hands reaching up to place one on each of her thighs, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed even though he doesn't really know what he's doing either. ]
Let me... use my mouth?
[ Foreplay. Oral. Words coming to mind that he doesn't really know the definition of. He's just chasing after his instinct right now, his desires, and it's all telling him he wants to use his mouth to make Mitsuru moan. Like kissing, but even more intense. Right? Yeah. ]
[ She had been expecting him to just pounce, to pick up immediately where they had left off before they’d gotten undressed. To press her backwards, his weight atop her once more as they kiss until they can’t bear the build up any longer. Instead he… Well, he catches her off guard. First with his getting down on his knees and pulling her towards the edge of the bed - which she gladly allows- and then with his question.
She might be more familiar with the terminology than Akihiko but that doesn’t mean she has any more intimate knowledge of what he’s proposing. Still, the question brings a dark blush to her face as she sits up a little to eye him, finding something terribly appealing about seeing him from this angle… Ready to please her (as usual…).
Mitsuru swallows, nodding once she begins to fully comprehend exactly what it is he wants to do for her. She parts her legs more for him, fully obliging, a shiver of anticipation running down her spine. She’s wet, her exposed pussy dewy with arousal and she bites her lower lip a little as she watches him a moment, noting how pleasantly swollen it feels after their kisses. She nods. ]
[ It's impulsive, of course, because Akihiko barely knows what he's doing. But he kind of understands the mechanics here and what better time to learn than right now, as they're exploring one another? He just has this overwhelming urge to please Mitsuru, to satisfy and worship her in some way, and wouldn't it be easy to do that with his mouth? His mouth on her most sensitive of areas.
So, he barrels forward like he usually does and tries to get what he wants out of it. His cock aches at even the thought, leaking pre just a little as he tries to focus on what he's about to do. He bites his lip for a moment before breathing out heavily and getting into position. Her thighs on either side of his head, his breath coming in hotly against her sensitive skin. His eyes flicker up to meet her gaze for a moment before he looks back down and... starts.
He licks at her mound a few times, soft and gentle and teasing before he lifts his hand to spread her folds and licks even deeper. Hot tongue sliding over her most intimate parts as he licks and licks and licks. He finds her entrance, presses his tongue into it and swirls it around her opening and at the same time, his fingers explore around her hood. He knows the clit is... supposed to be around there, right? But he has no idea what he's looking for.
He finds a little bump though, stiff and warm, and he rolls it between his fingers, waiting to see her reaction as he continues to lick into her. ]
[ Neither of them really knows what they're doing, yet that doesn't seem to matter. Especially not in that moment when his gaze meets hers, sending a surprisingly deep pang of desire through her lower body- and in that next second he's pressing his tongue to her pussy. He's not shy about licking her, about fucking her with his tongue, focusing his entire attention on pleasing her in such a lewd way that makes her squirm and moan against the sheets. Every part of it is experimental but it feels... really good. His tongue is warm and wet inside of her, teasing at her entrance and filling her with the urge to reach out and grab fistfuls of his hair as he fucks her with his mouth.
And fingers...? The next thing she feels is calloused fingertips exploring her, feeling around and- Yes, that is definitely her clit that he is now rolling between those fingers of his.
Of course Mitsuru had touched herself before, used a variety of (very expensive) toys even- and yet none of that prepares her for the feeling of someone else touching her where she's most sensitive. Her eyes widen and she gasps, immediately grabbing fistfuls of the sheets either side of herself. ]
Akihiko- [ She's never said his name like that before. No hint of scolding, exasperation or an upcoming attempt to reason with him about something. No, this is needy- like he's found exactly the right spot and she absolutely wants him to do more, to keep going. ]
[ Oh, that's... he's never heard Mitsuru say his name like that before, needy in a way Mitsuru never is. Almost vulnerable. She wants him — needs him — to do exactly what he was just doing again and make her feel good. That's what that cry of his name says and it's invigorating in a way he didn't expect. It makes his eyes flick up to meet hers again before looking back down at what he's doing. He pulls his mouth off of her for a moment, if only to spread her folds and with his eyes, find her clit again.
He used his fingers before but if he used his tongue next...? And that's just what he does, leaning forward to slide his tongue against her clit and suck lightly on the little bud. His eyes look up again to watch her face, her heaving chest, and he just gets to work right there, pleasuring and sucking on her clit while his fingers move to her hole, pressing a finger into her and rubbing against her inner walls.
[ Fun. There are so many other words to describe it that Mitsuru might think of if she weren’t struggling to remain somewhat coherent altogether. So yes, fun seems correct. A breathless almost chuckle escapes her as their eyes meet again, interrupted by a groan as his tongue finds her next, the suction that follows causing one of her thighs to involuntarily twitch.
His fingers are calloused, strong, dexterous- what you’d expect from a former high school boxing champion- it had never occurred to her that his hands might be put to another, much more pleasurable kind of use but it’s rapidly dawning on her now. He presses his finger into her and her lower back practically arches against the surface of the bed, eager for more. All the while his tongue and lips are doing things to her clit that have her moaning his name again. ]
Akihiko, you’re- you’re going to make me come like this-
[ Mitsuru can feel it, that tell-tale tingling warmth building between her legs. It has her becoming increasingly greedy for this, focused on nothing but what is happening to her body and her own pleasure for once. She isn’t used to this, being so grounded in what is happening in the present and not her own thoughts and always being one step ahead. It’s almost dizzying.
Turns out dizzy requires a far better anchor to cling to than the sheets and finally, she reaches out a hand to grab a fistful of his hair. Whilst her thighs tighten around him- ] God, Akihiko- Don’t stop-
[ He's not going to stop, he can't. Not when it feels this good. It's almost as good as kissing, he thinks a little deliriously. Slurping and sucking and mouthing at her wetness while she moans and begs for more underneath him. It's a heady feeling in him, being able to pleasure Mitsuru like this, being able to give such a good feeling to his friend. She's falling apart beneath him and he watches with eager eyes, his cock achingly hard and twitching as he aches for some sort of reprieve from his pent up arousal.
But he doesn't want to stop either, doesn't think of the fact he could switch now and fuck her instead. No, she's telling him not to stop so why would he change his actions? Instead, he slides another finger into her, the two digits scissoring her open and curling inside of her as he massages her inner walls. His touch is exploratory, curious, feeling the inner muscle of her pussy and the hot heat of it. He can't help but imagine this soft muscle clenching around his cock, squeezing him tight in the heat of her and he groans softly against her just because of that.
When her hand grabs his hair, he jerks forward a bit, pressing more firmly into her with his fingers and swallowing around her as he keeps his lips on her clit. His hips jerk forward instinctively, cock aching with the need for relief. First, he has to make her come though. And then after... well... girls can come more than once, right? ]
[ She's never fallen apart like this before, and no small part of her is grateful that it's Akihiko seeing this. Sex is obviously intimate regardless, but seeing her of all people with her guard down like this, wholly focused on pleasure; it's not something she would allow with just anyone. She's glad it's him - although not a thought she dwells on too closely.
Not when that building heat between her legs reaches its peak, warmth curling in her lower abdomen as she squirms against the sheets, hand tightening in his hair as he scissors two fingers inside of her and her inner walls quiver around them as she comes. She cries out his name, louder this time- unfortunate that there is nobody else on the same floor to hear it as it certainly would cement the belief that they'd come up here to fuck... Which they absolutely are.
Mitsuru's grip in his hair eventually slackens, her quivering thighs going slack and arched back eventually slumping back down against the bed as she attempts to catch her breath. Her face, her neck and her breasts are flushed, her long red hair a cascading mess against the sheets. She sighs, saying his name again, ] Akihiko... [ Softer this time, urging him to join her on the bed.
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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?
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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... ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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Mitsuru wraps her arms around his neck first, then restlessly moves her hands to the lapels of his suit jacket, coaxing him to shrug that off before then moving to the buttons of his shirt, desiring to remove even more layers between them. She can't recall the last time she felt this impatient, as riled up as he is even. She can feel him half-hard still against her thigh, the sensation bringing yet another of those deep aches between her legs as she moans against his mouth in such a way that might have ordinarily left her feeling embarrassed.
She wants this, wants to be touched in a way that she hasn't before - and she can't think of anyone she would rather trust more with this than Akihiko. ]
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At the same time, he starts to walk her backwards towards the bed. Not breaking the kiss but it grows sloppier in his insistence, all the way until the back of her knees hit the bed and he pushes them to fall down on top of each other, onto the plush mattress. The kiss breaks in the meantime and then he's on top of Mitsuru, hands pushing him up to look down at her as he pants hard and looks flushed all over. ]
I need to get naked.
[ Just a distracted comment from him as his eyes roam over her body, intense as always, and then he's crawling back to stand up again, his hands dropping down to his waistband to unbuckle his belt. It takes no time for him to undo his pants and then he's pushing them down with his underwear, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side before he's standing in front of Mitsuru, naked and erect. This is likely the first time she's seen his cock properly, thick and long as it is, and especially erect.
He flushes a little, feeling shy for a moment. ]
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Thoughts momentarily derailed because he’s undressing. Of course he’s undressing because they’re going to have sex… And all at once it’s as though they’re back to their regular selves again as they regard one another. Mitsuru hadn’t known what to expect, she’d never pictured her friend naked until now. She’s seen him shirtless on the beach whenever he deigned to remove his tshirt of course but they’d both changed since then and she’d never made a point of really looking at him. Let alone his cock.
He’s… long, hard. It makes her flush too, not at all disliking what she sees when she looks at him but also making a point of politely averting her gaze a moment to give him some reprieve when she notes the look on his own face. Besides, it’s only fair that he gets to look at her properly for the first time too. ]
Me too.
[ So, she sits up, first undoing the clasps of her bra, shivering a little as she lets the straps slide from her shoulders and her bare breasts are exposed to the air. Then, last of all her panties - embarrassingly a little wet already. ]
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But where? His eyes flicker back to her breasts and then to her pussy and he's overwhelmed with want. He doesn't know what to do next, what to do first and as she lays there on the bed like that, he's struck with a desire so potent that it leaves him feeling dizzy. Without thought, he takes a step forward, standing between the spread of Mitsuru's legs and then —
Then he drops to his knees. With a hard thump, his legs give way and he kneels on the floor in front of Mitsuru, his hands reaching up to place one on each of her thighs, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed even though he doesn't really know what he's doing either. ]
Let me... use my mouth?
[ Foreplay. Oral. Words coming to mind that he doesn't really know the definition of. He's just chasing after his instinct right now, his desires, and it's all telling him he wants to use his mouth to make Mitsuru moan. Like kissing, but even more intense. Right? Yeah. ]
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She might be more familiar with the terminology than Akihiko but that doesn’t mean she has any more intimate knowledge of what he’s proposing. Still, the question brings a dark blush to her face as she sits up a little to eye him, finding something terribly appealing about seeing him from this angle… Ready to please her (as usual…).
Mitsuru swallows, nodding once she begins to fully comprehend exactly what it is he wants to do for her. She parts her legs more for him, fully obliging, a shiver of anticipation running down her spine. She’s wet, her exposed pussy dewy with arousal and she bites her lower lip a little as she watches him a moment, noting how pleasantly swollen it feels after their kisses. She nods. ]
I want that too.
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So, he barrels forward like he usually does and tries to get what he wants out of it. His cock aches at even the thought, leaking pre just a little as he tries to focus on what he's about to do. He bites his lip for a moment before breathing out heavily and getting into position. Her thighs on either side of his head, his breath coming in hotly against her sensitive skin. His eyes flicker up to meet her gaze for a moment before he looks back down and... starts.
He licks at her mound a few times, soft and gentle and teasing before he lifts his hand to spread her folds and licks even deeper. Hot tongue sliding over her most intimate parts as he licks and licks and licks. He finds her entrance, presses his tongue into it and swirls it around her opening and at the same time, his fingers explore around her hood. He knows the clit is... supposed to be around there, right? But he has no idea what he's looking for.
He finds a little bump though, stiff and warm, and he rolls it between his fingers, waiting to see her reaction as he continues to lick into her. ]
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And fingers...? The next thing she feels is calloused fingertips exploring her, feeling around and- Yes, that is definitely her clit that he is now rolling between those fingers of his.
Of course Mitsuru had touched herself before, used a variety of (very expensive) toys even- and yet none of that prepares her for the feeling of someone else touching her where she's most sensitive. Her eyes widen and she gasps, immediately grabbing fistfuls of the sheets either side of herself. ]
Akihiko- [ She's never said his name like that before. No hint of scolding, exasperation or an upcoming attempt to reason with him about something. No, this is needy- like he's found exactly the right spot and she absolutely wants him to do more, to keep going. ]
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He used his fingers before but if he used his tongue next...? And that's just what he does, leaning forward to slide his tongue against her clit and suck lightly on the little bud. His eyes look up again to watch her face, her heaving chest, and he just gets to work right there, pleasuring and sucking on her clit while his fingers move to her hole, pressing a finger into her and rubbing against her inner walls.
This... he thinks, this is kind of fun. ]
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His fingers are calloused, strong, dexterous- what you’d expect from a former high school boxing champion- it had never occurred to her that his hands might be put to another, much more pleasurable kind of use but it’s rapidly dawning on her now. He presses his finger into her and her lower back practically arches against the surface of the bed, eager for more. All the while his tongue and lips are doing things to her clit that have her moaning his name again. ]
Akihiko, you’re- you’re going to make me come like this-
[ Mitsuru can feel it, that tell-tale tingling warmth building between her legs. It has her becoming increasingly greedy for this, focused on nothing but what is happening to her body and her own pleasure for once. She isn’t used to this, being so grounded in what is happening in the present and not her own thoughts and always being one step ahead. It’s almost dizzying.
Turns out dizzy requires a far better anchor to cling to than the sheets and finally, she reaches out a hand to grab a fistful of his hair. Whilst her thighs tighten around him- ] God, Akihiko- Don’t stop-
[ Not when she’s so close. ]
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But he doesn't want to stop either, doesn't think of the fact he could switch now and fuck her instead. No, she's telling him not to stop so why would he change his actions? Instead, he slides another finger into her, the two digits scissoring her open and curling inside of her as he massages her inner walls. His touch is exploratory, curious, feeling the inner muscle of her pussy and the hot heat of it. He can't help but imagine this soft muscle clenching around his cock, squeezing him tight in the heat of her and he groans softly against her just because of that.
When her hand grabs his hair, he jerks forward a bit, pressing more firmly into her with his fingers and swallowing around her as he keeps his lips on her clit. His hips jerk forward instinctively, cock aching with the need for relief. First, he has to make her come though. And then after... well... girls can come more than once, right? ]
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Not when that building heat between her legs reaches its peak, warmth curling in her lower abdomen as she squirms against the sheets, hand tightening in his hair as he scissors two fingers inside of her and her inner walls quiver around them as she comes. She cries out his name, louder this time- unfortunate that there is nobody else on the same floor to hear it as it certainly would cement the belief that they'd come up here to fuck... Which they absolutely are.
Mitsuru's grip in his hair eventually slackens, her quivering thighs going slack and arched back eventually slumping back down against the bed as she attempts to catch her breath. Her face, her neck and her breasts are flushed, her long red hair a cascading mess against the sheets. She sighs, saying his name again, ] Akihiko... [ Softer this time, urging him to join her on the bed.
She can't help but note how hard he is. ]
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