[ 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.
[ His face gets covered in her release when she comes and he's barely expecting it. Of course, he knows that she's close and he knows that his face is right there, his mouth hungrily licking at her clit and then her entrance and then back to her clit as he chases her pleasure. He can feel her inner walls clench and unclench around his fingers, the tension building in her and she's so close so close so close —
She cries out his name and his face gets covered in her release as it bursts out of her. It's not as bad as it could be (of course, he doesn't know this, doesn't yet know the concept of squirting) but it's still a lot and he pulls off after she finishes with his mouth dripping with her come. He pulls his fingers out of her then and wipes his mouth with a hand, looking down at the fluid on it and lifting it back to his mouth to lick at it. Just to taste, you know?
... It doesn't taste bad.
But then he's hearing his name from her and he looks up, his cock aching a little more than he'd like and he shivers slightly, knowing what the next step would be. To be inside her. To fuck her. He wants that, he wants that bad. ]
You should, uhm. [ His voice is a little hoarse now, with everything. ] Get comfortable. In whatever position you want. So I can —
[ So he can what? Fuck her? Yeah. If she wants to lay on the pillows and spread herself out for him to fuck into her and they roll around in bed together as a result, he's game for that. Or maybe she wants to ride him? He's never done that before either but he doesn't know what Mitsuru's preferences are.
Regardless though, he drops his hand and wraps it around his cock, using her release as lubrication to stroke his cock a few times just to get the edge off. He really wants to fuck her now though, really badly. There's nothing else he'd rather do more in this moment. ]
[ There is something appealing about watching him taste her. It shouldn't be, on the face of it it seems filthy but... perhaps that is precisely the appeal? Just in the same way seeing him between her legs like this turns her on.
They're totally on the same page it seems as he looks up at her. The sight of his cock, hard and wet with her makes her swallow, a deep pang of desire in her core and between her legs making her shudder. She wants Akihiko to fuck her, wants it so badly she can't contemplate anything else beyond this. Not until she gets this.
As for her preferences, it would help if she had an actual frame of reference... Staying on her back to start seems like it might be most comfortable while they explore one another? Yet there is no small part of her that wants to press him onto his back and feel the full extent of his cock as she rides him-
Still, she should be honest, right? ] I'm- [ How to phrase it? Come on, it's Akihiko. When are they ever not straight talking with one another? ] I haven't gone this far before.
[ Funny enough, he ... thinks he knew that. Or rather, he hoped that was the case because the idea of doing this all with Mitsuru and being the one without experience seems ... crazy in a way. They have so many first experiences with each other that this just falls into another round of what they should be doing together. Pushing boundaries, exploring each other, figuring out what they like, why wouldn't they do that... together?
So, if she's looking for surprise or shock or embarrassment when she makes the confession — she doesn't get it. There's only a nod of his head and his forehead drops against her thigh as he continues to stroke himself, panting softly as the arousal curls in his gut and makes his body grow more and more pent up. ]
Me either, though I think that's obvious? [ He turns his head, his cheek still pressed to her thigh as he looks up at her. His hand can't stop the pace on his cock. ] There weren't any girls I wanted to do this with.
[ Or guys, for that matter, but Akihiko isn't thinking of that either. He just wants to fuck her but she hasn't moved yet and he's hesitant to do anything before he knows what she wants. ]
I like doing this with you though. You make me really hot.
[ She had been over thinking as usual, trying to predict what kind of reaction she might get to her confession when really - it simply doesn't matter. Still, it only feels correct that they're on equal footing with one another, in sync as they usually are. And, as he watches his hand stroking his cock, she can't help but appreciate his patience. She knows it's not in his nature...
She can't help but chuckle softly at his admission, reaching to run her fingers through his hair again as she pairs that with praise, ]
Not that obvious, Akihiko. [ Given that he'd made her come all over his face on a first attempt...
She reaches for him them, hands placed over his shoulder blades as she tugs him towards her, legs still parted as she readies herself for him being on top of her. She has no idea if things will stay that way, with the mood she's in she feels as though she wants to try everything, find out which buttons to press and what they both like the most... ]
I like doing this with you too. [ Her response is breathy, want clear in her voice, slick cunt pressed against him the moment their bodies are together and she can't resist the urge to grind up against him. It's instinctual, it feels right- ] I want you inside me-
[ When she runs fingers through his hair, he tilts his head up into it, almost like a cat ready to purr as it's pet. If this wasn't combined with the way he keeps stroking his cock, it might even be cute. But for now, he does smile a little bashfully at the praise and his eyes flicker to the wet lips of her pussy, eager to press his mouth to it again but even more eager to slide his cock inside of it.
When she reaches for him, he goes with her, shifting up the bed a little and absentmindedly grabbing a pillow from the headboard to bring it closer for Mitsuru to tuck it under her head. He lays on top of her then, her legs parted on either side of him and her slickness pressed against his cunt. A muffled noise leaves him as she begins to rock up into him and he breathes a little harder. ]
Y-Yeah... let's... let's do this all the time.
[ He means it. With how good this feels, he wants to chase the high of it all the time. He wants to wake up buried inside of her, go to sleep buried inside of her, fuck her throughout the day, just constantly be on top of each other with lips and tongues and fingers and everything. Of course, that's the deranged thought of a boy completely pent up and ready to fuck, but he can't help himself.
At least he doesn't linger, reaching down to grasp the base of his cock and guide it forward. He pushes it past her lips, sliding up and down through her wetness before his tip catches on her entrance and he presses further. Inside her. Closer. The tip of his cock pops past her rim and he groans as he starts to feel her envelop him, the tight, wet heat of her grasping every inch of his cock as he sinks deep, deep, deeper inside of her. His breath hitches and he lets go of his cock, his hands sliding over her thighs and gripping her hips as he continues to press into her. Deeper, deeper. ]
Y-You're so... so tight... h-haaaah...
[ And then he snaps his hips forward, unable to help himself, as he buries himself deep inside of her all the way to the hilt. After, he just pauses, breathing hard as his hips grind into her but he doesn't pull out just yet. This is truly out of this world for him. ]
[ She had been prepared for it to hurt at first, the moment she takes him all the way. It does - although not in any way she can’t handle, especially not someone like her. That and it pales utterly in the face of how much she wants this, needs it even. That’s what it feels like now, like she’s been missing something all along and now that she’s finally getting it - she can’t get enough of it.
She feels every inch of him burying himself inside of her, filling her up, making her gasp aloud and cling harder to his shoulder blades and eventually wrap her arms tightly around his neck. He’s so thick, so hard, it makes her tremble around him, moaning and mewling long and loud against the shell of his ear while she fails to suppress the urge to gently graze the lobe with her teeth and she breathes out his name in a heated rush, ] Akihiko- This feels so good-
[ So completely and utterly right. God, what had they both been waiting for all along? She knows they both need to pace themselves, that this is the first time but- she can’t hold herself back from rutting up against him, meeting those grinds of his dick with movements of her own, immediately wanting to match him, to meet him with this. ]
[ The thought of pacing himself is long gone when she begins to rut up against him, to meet his grinding. Especially when she breathes out with praise of how good it feels against his ear. He's making her feel that way. Him. Akihiko. He's the one buried inside of Mitsuru, taking her virginity, making her mewl with pleasure in a way no one else has seen her do so. It makes something powerful rise up in him but also completely at her mercy. All he wants to do is pleasure her, all he wants to do is make her moan helplessly over and over again while he fucks her.
So, that's exactly what he does.
He smashes their lips together in a messy kiss, licking into her mouth and groaning against her while he pulls his hips back and slams them forward. Over and over, he starts to fuck and grind inside of her with every thrust as he kisses her with overwhelming lust. The kisses are molten hot and even deeper and more desperate than the ones they shared in the lobby and he feels her up against him, her breasts rubbing against his chest with every thrust, her legs wrapped around him, the slick wetness of her cunt. It's all so good.
And so he loses himself to it, just a bit. His whole world narrows down to this bed and the two of them in it, doing nothing but enjoying each other's bodies. ]
[ Pleasure and curiosity well and truly unlocked, and now Mitsuru feels as though she wants to try every possible position, every single angle that it's possible for them to fuck one another. Her kisses in return are just as desperate, heated- the way he's fucking her makes her writhe against the surface of the hotel bed and moan her enjoyment, yet she can't resist the urge for more friction, to try something new yet again.
It's all so much, so new- her hands grip his shoulders, pulling him along with her as she moves next onto her side, keeping him buried inside of her with the tangle of her thighs still wrapped around his waist. She's never felt to deeply and desperately like a hormonal teenager as she does now, practically rolling over on the bed with him as she prompts him to fuck her this way round now. At some point the pillow that he had so solicitously placed beneath her head might have taken a tumble off the bed. She doesn't notice, doesn't care. Maintaining unbroken eye contact while they lie on their sides facing one another now makes her cheeks flush, yet she can't look away, a challenge in her gaze as well, she wants him to match her every step of the way while they explore one another, like they never have before.
She tangles the fingers of one of her hands in his hair, tugging a little, husky moan against his mouth, ] Keep going- [ A soft breathless chuckle. ] I want to be sore tomorrow.
[ In a way that has absolutely nothing to do with climbing hundreds of Tartarus steps. ]
[ He's not expecting them to be rolled onto their side but he doesn't dislike the new position at all. Instead, he finds himself fucking up into her harder, more desperately, as the tightness of her cunt distracts him from all other thought and sense. He wants to keep moving with her so badly, wants to keep devouring each other completely. He's much the same as her in that this is new for him, this is not his norm, but he doesn't think he can go back from this now, to pretend this didn't happen, to go back to not having this. He wants to fuck her all night. All the next day. For as long as he can possibly manage.
So, he nods a little deliriously at her words and surges forward to kiss her again. His hands move to take her by the waist, holding her tight as he thrusts up into her, pounding deep inside of her. His cock is thick, long, and he hopes it can dive into every single crevice of pleasure inside of her to make her see stars. That's what he wants. In turn, the tight wetness of her around him is doing in him completely.
The hand in his hair, the hand on his back, it's all so good. Just the right amount of sharp sensation to the deep pleasure he's feeling. Keeps him just aware enough not to lose himself completely in this. Fuck, it's so good. It's just so damn good.
As he kisses her, it grows deep, messy. Tongues sliding against each other, moans pressed into her mouth, he groans softly against hers before licking eagerly inside of her and losing himself to the kiss much like he did earlier at the party. But this is better, there's no one here to distract him from properly kissing Mitsuru. ]
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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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She cries out his name and his face gets covered in her release as it bursts out of her. It's not as bad as it could be (of course, he doesn't know this, doesn't yet know the concept of squirting) but it's still a lot and he pulls off after she finishes with his mouth dripping with her come. He pulls his fingers out of her then and wipes his mouth with a hand, looking down at the fluid on it and lifting it back to his mouth to lick at it. Just to taste, you know?
... It doesn't taste bad.
But then he's hearing his name from her and he looks up, his cock aching a little more than he'd like and he shivers slightly, knowing what the next step would be. To be inside her. To fuck her. He wants that, he wants that bad. ]
You should, uhm. [ His voice is a little hoarse now, with everything. ] Get comfortable. In whatever position you want. So I can —
[ So he can what? Fuck her? Yeah. If she wants to lay on the pillows and spread herself out for him to fuck into her and they roll around in bed together as a result, he's game for that. Or maybe she wants to ride him? He's never done that before either but he doesn't know what Mitsuru's preferences are.
Regardless though, he drops his hand and wraps it around his cock, using her release as lubrication to stroke his cock a few times just to get the edge off. He really wants to fuck her now though, really badly. There's nothing else he'd rather do more in this moment. ]
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They're totally on the same page it seems as he looks up at her. The sight of his cock, hard and wet with her makes her swallow, a deep pang of desire in her core and between her legs making her shudder. She wants Akihiko to fuck her, wants it so badly she can't contemplate anything else beyond this. Not until she gets this.
As for her preferences, it would help if she had an actual frame of reference... Staying on her back to start seems like it might be most comfortable while they explore one another? Yet there is no small part of her that wants to press him onto his back and feel the full extent of his cock as she rides him-
Still, she should be honest, right? ] I'm- [ How to phrase it? Come on, it's Akihiko. When are they ever not straight talking with one another? ] I haven't gone this far before.
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So, if she's looking for surprise or shock or embarrassment when she makes the confession — she doesn't get it. There's only a nod of his head and his forehead drops against her thigh as he continues to stroke himself, panting softly as the arousal curls in his gut and makes his body grow more and more pent up. ]
Me either, though I think that's obvious? [ He turns his head, his cheek still pressed to her thigh as he looks up at her. His hand can't stop the pace on his cock. ] There weren't any girls I wanted to do this with.
[ Or guys, for that matter, but Akihiko isn't thinking of that either. He just wants to fuck her but she hasn't moved yet and he's hesitant to do anything before he knows what she wants. ]
I like doing this with you though. You make me really hot.
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She can't help but chuckle softly at his admission, reaching to run her fingers through his hair again as she pairs that with praise, ]
Not that obvious, Akihiko. [ Given that he'd made her come all over his face on a first attempt...
She reaches for him them, hands placed over his shoulder blades as she tugs him towards her, legs still parted as she readies herself for him being on top of her. She has no idea if things will stay that way, with the mood she's in she feels as though she wants to try everything, find out which buttons to press and what they both like the most... ]
I like doing this with you too. [ Her response is breathy, want clear in her voice, slick cunt pressed against him the moment their bodies are together and she can't resist the urge to grind up against him. It's instinctual, it feels right- ] I want you inside me-
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When she reaches for him, he goes with her, shifting up the bed a little and absentmindedly grabbing a pillow from the headboard to bring it closer for Mitsuru to tuck it under her head. He lays on top of her then, her legs parted on either side of him and her slickness pressed against his cunt. A muffled noise leaves him as she begins to rock up into him and he breathes a little harder. ]
Y-Yeah... let's... let's do this all the time.
[ He means it. With how good this feels, he wants to chase the high of it all the time. He wants to wake up buried inside of her, go to sleep buried inside of her, fuck her throughout the day, just constantly be on top of each other with lips and tongues and fingers and everything. Of course, that's the deranged thought of a boy completely pent up and ready to fuck, but he can't help himself.
At least he doesn't linger, reaching down to grasp the base of his cock and guide it forward. He pushes it past her lips, sliding up and down through her wetness before his tip catches on her entrance and he presses further. Inside her. Closer. The tip of his cock pops past her rim and he groans as he starts to feel her envelop him, the tight, wet heat of her grasping every inch of his cock as he sinks deep, deep, deeper inside of her. His breath hitches and he lets go of his cock, his hands sliding over her thighs and gripping her hips as he continues to press into her. Deeper, deeper. ]
Y-You're so... so tight... h-haaaah...
[ And then he snaps his hips forward, unable to help himself, as he buries himself deep inside of her all the way to the hilt. After, he just pauses, breathing hard as his hips grind into her but he doesn't pull out just yet. This is truly out of this world for him. ]
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She feels every inch of him burying himself inside of her, filling her up, making her gasp aloud and cling harder to his shoulder blades and eventually wrap her arms tightly around his neck. He’s so thick, so hard, it makes her tremble around him, moaning and mewling long and loud against the shell of his ear while she fails to suppress the urge to gently graze the lobe with her teeth and she breathes out his name in a heated rush, ] Akihiko- This feels so good-
[ So completely and utterly right. God, what had they both been waiting for all along? She knows they both need to pace themselves, that this is the first time but- she can’t hold herself back from rutting up against him, meeting those grinds of his dick with movements of her own, immediately wanting to match him, to meet him with this. ]
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So, that's exactly what he does.
He smashes their lips together in a messy kiss, licking into her mouth and groaning against her while he pulls his hips back and slams them forward. Over and over, he starts to fuck and grind inside of her with every thrust as he kisses her with overwhelming lust. The kisses are molten hot and even deeper and more desperate than the ones they shared in the lobby and he feels her up against him, her breasts rubbing against his chest with every thrust, her legs wrapped around him, the slick wetness of her cunt. It's all so good.
And so he loses himself to it, just a bit. His whole world narrows down to this bed and the two of them in it, doing nothing but enjoying each other's bodies. ]
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It's all so much, so new- her hands grip his shoulders, pulling him along with her as she moves next onto her side, keeping him buried inside of her with the tangle of her thighs still wrapped around his waist. She's never felt to deeply and desperately like a hormonal teenager as she does now, practically rolling over on the bed with him as she prompts him to fuck her this way round now. At some point the pillow that he had so solicitously placed beneath her head might have taken a tumble off the bed. She doesn't notice, doesn't care. Maintaining unbroken eye contact while they lie on their sides facing one another now makes her cheeks flush, yet she can't look away, a challenge in her gaze as well, she wants him to match her every step of the way while they explore one another, like they never have before.
She tangles the fingers of one of her hands in his hair, tugging a little, husky moan against his mouth, ] Keep going- [ A soft breathless chuckle. ] I want to be sore tomorrow.
[ In a way that has absolutely nothing to do with climbing hundreds of Tartarus steps. ]
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So, he nods a little deliriously at her words and surges forward to kiss her again. His hands move to take her by the waist, holding her tight as he thrusts up into her, pounding deep inside of her. His cock is thick, long, and he hopes it can dive into every single crevice of pleasure inside of her to make her see stars. That's what he wants. In turn, the tight wetness of her around him is doing in him completely.
The hand in his hair, the hand on his back, it's all so good. Just the right amount of sharp sensation to the deep pleasure he's feeling. Keeps him just aware enough not to lose himself completely in this. Fuck, it's so good. It's just so damn good.
As he kisses her, it grows deep, messy. Tongues sliding against each other, moans pressed into her mouth, he groans softly against hers before licking eagerly inside of her and losing himself to the kiss much like he did earlier at the party. But this is better, there's no one here to distract him from properly kissing Mitsuru. ]
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