[ A challenge, yes that is entirely what this is. That's entirely the reason she feels so warm in the face and riled up at the graze of his teeth on her neck again. It's obvious that she has to take control back somehow, to seize the upper hand in this... test of wills.
It's just that has her using her grip on his shoulders to rise and encourage him to lie back on the bed as she moves to position herself on top of him. She's suddenly acutely aware that they're both still in the none too thick fabric of their sleepwear but that dwelling on that should be dismissed to focus on the challenge. She's absolutely not going to think about the fact that she can feel parts of his body that she never thought she would while they're like this.
She leans in, the lustrous tendrils of her red hair tumbling about them both as she moves to kiss first his mouth, quickly, briefly, before moving to his neck. Mitsuru kisses him there, letting him feel the graze of her teeth and tongue the same way he had been doing to her. Her voice is a little... huskier than usual, a little softer, as she murmurs in response against his neck. ]
You're correct, I'm not complaining about it. But you're free to anytime, Akihiko...
[ She follows it up with another soft yet teasing bite. She wonders briefly what it would be like to mark his skin again, whether he would like that... ]
[He's not proud of that startled but pleased sound that jumps out of his mouth, once Mitsuru kisses him on the lips. At least it doesn't seem to discourage Mitsuru, with how she stays straddling him.
And how she keeps teasing at his neck. NOW he's starting to understand what she means about not fighting fair. His breathing is going a little more heavy, and there's another odd noise escaping his lips as she teases at his neck.]
"Only thing I mind is that you're not..."
[How is he supposed to put this, exactly? That she's not as aggressive as she could be?
And he's weirdly excited by that thought? It's certainly pushing an electric feeling down his back and into his stomach, before settling deeper.]
"Th...That is. You could be a lot more forceful, if you wanted. I wouldn't complain."
[He finds himself reaching with one of his hands and gently weaving his fingers into Mitsuru's hair. Not pulling on it of course... Just appreciating it, and how the strands shift between his fingers. Certainly not something he's been able to savor much, until now.]
[ She's not...? Mitsuru isn't sure where he's going with this at first and she's almost momentarily concerned that she's doing something completely and utterly wrong. She's never done anything like this before after all...
What he's just trying to tell her that he's not liking this in the most polite way possible?
But then he finishes that sentence and a dark blush begins to spread across her face. There is something else too, a none too small thrill at the thought... ]
...I see.
[ She finds herself shuddering pleasantly as Akihiko weaves his fingers through her hair. She considers his neck where she was teasing it, finally spurred on enough to bite him there, teeth grazing him hard enough to leave a mark as she sucks gently on his bare skin. She can't rein in the strange feeling of satisfaction at her handiwork, the way she's marked him. She murmurs against his neck. ]
[He's making a lot of weird noises from that sudden contact, and that flash of pain followed by relief. Figures that this would end up being one of his turn-ons... Though Akihiko is also realizing he should probably say something about it, before she gets the wrong idea.]
"Y-yeah... A lot like that!"
[Not exactly dignified, how he wheezes and gasps that out. His hands go up to clutch at the back of Mitsuru's head and hold onto it all through the biting.]
"Guess I... Like it when you're a little rough. Feels a little like a test for me."
[...And that's partially true, but not 100% accurate. Akihiko lets his breath out slow, and lets himself collapse into the bedsheets.]
"...And I also guess that I just like feeling how strong you are. Reminds me that you're-
...Well. You know."
[SAY IT, his thoughts shout at him. No running away from this or shying away from another challenge.]
[ She finds herself enjoying the way he gives into her, the way he collapses to the sheets underneath them both. It spurs her on, her lips trailing lower until she's at the collar of whatever tshirt he had decided to wear to bed yesterday night, her mouth and teeth finding his collarbone where she leaves yet another mark on his skin,
Mitsuru might be slowly but steadily getting used to the pair of them becoming increasingly physically intimate, but it's quite another thing to hear Akihiko call her beautiful. He'd always been quick to compliment her skill in battle- "amazing as always"- but this... this hits different.
New colour rises to her cheeks as she pauses to look him in the eye. ]
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[ A challenge, yes that is entirely what this is. That's entirely the reason she feels so warm in the face and riled up at the graze of his teeth on her neck again. It's obvious that she has to take control back somehow, to seize the upper hand in this... test of wills.
It's just that has her using her grip on his shoulders to rise and encourage him to lie back on the bed as she moves to position herself on top of him. She's suddenly acutely aware that they're both still in the none too thick fabric of their sleepwear but that dwelling on that should be dismissed to focus on the challenge. She's absolutely not going to think about the fact that she can feel parts of his body that she never thought she would while they're like this.
She leans in, the lustrous tendrils of her red hair tumbling about them both as she moves to kiss first his mouth, quickly, briefly, before moving to his neck. Mitsuru kisses him there, letting him feel the graze of her teeth and tongue the same way he had been doing to her. Her voice is a little... huskier than usual, a little softer, as she murmurs in response against his neck. ]
You're correct, I'm not complaining about it. But you're free to anytime, Akihiko...
[ She follows it up with another soft yet teasing bite. She wonders briefly what it would be like to mark his skin again, whether he would like that... ]
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And how she keeps teasing at his neck. NOW he's starting to understand what she means about not fighting fair. His breathing is going a little more heavy, and there's another odd noise escaping his lips as she teases at his neck.]
"Only thing I mind is that you're not..."
[How is he supposed to put this, exactly? That she's not as aggressive as she could be?
And he's weirdly excited by that thought? It's certainly pushing an electric feeling down his back and into his stomach, before settling deeper.]
"Th...That is. You could be a lot more forceful, if you wanted. I wouldn't complain."
[He finds himself reaching with one of his hands and gently weaving his fingers into Mitsuru's hair. Not pulling on it of course... Just appreciating it, and how the strands shift between his fingers. Certainly not something he's been able to savor much, until now.]
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What he's just trying to tell her that he's not liking this in the most polite way possible?
But then he finishes that sentence and a dark blush begins to spread across her face. There is something else too, a none too small thrill at the thought... ]
...I see.
[ She finds herself shuddering pleasantly as Akihiko weaves his fingers through her hair. She considers his neck where she was teasing it, finally spurred on enough to bite him there, teeth grazing him hard enough to leave a mark as she sucks gently on his bare skin. She can't rein in the strange feeling of satisfaction at her handiwork, the way she's marked him. She murmurs against his neck. ]
Like this, Akihiko?
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"Y-yeah... A lot like that!"
[Not exactly dignified, how he wheezes and gasps that out. His hands go up to clutch at the back of Mitsuru's head and hold onto it all through the biting.]
"Guess I... Like it when you're a little rough. Feels a little like a test for me."
[...And that's partially true, but not 100% accurate. Akihiko lets his breath out slow, and lets himself collapse into the bedsheets.]
"...And I also guess that I just like feeling how strong you are. Reminds me that you're-
...Well. You know."
[SAY IT, his thoughts shout at him. No running away from this or shying away from another challenge.]
"That you're... kindabeautifullikethat."
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[ She finds herself enjoying the way he gives into her, the way he collapses to the sheets underneath them both. It spurs her on, her lips trailing lower until she's at the collar of whatever tshirt he had decided to wear to bed yesterday night, her mouth and teeth finding his collarbone where she leaves yet another mark on his skin,
Mitsuru might be slowly but steadily getting used to the pair of them becoming increasingly physically intimate, but it's quite another thing to hear Akihiko call her beautiful. He'd always been quick to compliment her skill in battle- "amazing as always"- but this... this hits different.
New colour rises to her cheeks as she pauses to look him in the eye. ]
Now you're just trying to distract me.
[ A dirty tactic ]