she's drowning in everything that is nagako. sujin feels like she can't breathe, like there's no such thing as close enough when they're pressed together like this. she wants to settle underneath her skin, climb into her rib cage and live there for the rest of the night. of the week. there's something so charming about nagako's confidence, too -- she's so used to it on stage, the way the older girl will lead the charge, tease her mercilessly until sujin has to run and hide.
now, however, she's more exposed than ever. and she doesn't hate it.
she's so caught up in her head, in her own thoughts, that she doesn't notice when gako slips her shirt up. bunched at her collar, sujin barely has time to look down before gako takes a nipple into her mouth. the stimulation has her crying out -- perhaps too loud within the walls of their shared dorms, but she doesn't care. can't care when she looks at her like that, promises that she'll feel it the next day. ( and god, does she hope so. )
"g-gako," she tries, her voice trailing off into a high pitched whine. the additional finger, the stretch of gako within her, makes her lose her mind. whatever sanity she'd been clinging to is long gone. her hips move almost frantically, her hands curling roughly against her shoulders to maintain some sense of a grip. ( both literally and figuratively. )
she feels it -- the way her stomach begins to tighten. the way her leg clenches around her. "i'm gonna -- fuck, gako, i'm gonna come," she tries to warn, but before she can finish the sentence, her body goes rigid. it washes over her at all once -- a white, hot heat that shakes her to her core. her eyes close, her teeth bite nearly hard enough to bleed when she worries her lower lip, and sujin curls herself around nagako until she's spent.