[ 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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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 ]