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Yuji aided him by sweeping her legs off his lap and releasing whatever holds she had on him. She was the first to rise, standing from the cushion and stretching out muscles. The front of her shorts were still unzipped and undone, and while the bulge of panties out of the open flaps wasn't completely gone, it wasn't so painful to tug the zipper back up and fasten the button. It didn't do much in the way of hiding what was normally hidden, but that would come when her head had a chance to clear itself.

"You want wait that long to show up to your own event?" She questioned it with a hike of one brow. It wasn't so surprising to arrive fashionably late, but two hours seemed to be pushing it a little much. Yuji didn't question. She wasn't familiar with his world. She'd done her fair share of galas and other elite parties, but nothing like the modeling world. The only thing similar was that it was an event for the rich. She cleared her throat and smoothed out the rest of her clothes.

"It'll take me a few hours to get ready. If we're not going until eight, I might take a little extra time and probably call you around seven. Unless you had plans for us before hand that's supposed to take up those two hours." It was a possibility. Yuji flirted with the idea that it was to continue what they'd started, but she knew that wasn't the case. She didn't want her make-up ruined and he didn't need to miss the event, which she considered to be a very high chance if they were left to their own devices. "Either way, just keep me appraised. I'll text you after I meet with my stylist, which I need to go do now before it gets too late." Yuji lingered near the exit of the room, pressured by the need to go get ready but weighted by the subtle want to remain around him.

Uji entered the kitchen on the heels of Key's comment. "Oh, they're on." She'd briefly considered going sans underwear that day, but the chillier temperatures of getting ready in her room had left her with horribly visible nipples through her shirt. There was no hiding them, no matter the color of her top. It had been annoying. Settling the two bags on the counter, Uji brushed the back of her hand against her forehead, pressing down and sweeping the fringe away from tickling her eyes. "Can't do that," she mentioned to Key. "The last time I did that, I had a pet embarrassingly remind me that we can't order food here. That's just practically inviting trouble in. I mean, this place is built to be out of the way and secluded. Bringing some random delivery guy to our doorstep is just inviting all sorts of trouble when we can't hide what's going on behind our walls. Maybe the punk takes a picture with his camera and it gets out." Uji shrugged during the explanation.

Exchanged glances met somewhere in the middle. Warm, soft fingers surrounded her, and Yuji sighed in content. The sigh turned into a more audible coo when lips brushed her swollen glans. Her dick throbbed in response, leaping in Hyoyeon's fingers. Tremors quaked through her thighs at the sensitive kiss between the nerve-endings on the very edge of her head and the tip of Hyoyeon's tongue. "Damn, girl." All of Hyoyeon's previous experience as a pet showed in practiced motions. For the most part, Yuji left her to her own devices. Parted lips and a pronounced pant kept time with the bobbing head. Hyoyeon's hot mouth occasionally tightened around her in a cheek-dimpling suck, and Yuji jerked her lower lip between her teeth.

"When you get done with the laundry, bring it upstairs in the basket. We'll have a few more things to do." Leaving him no time to respond, Uji vanished back out the door she came in from. Gears turned in her mind. Plans solidified and were dismissed. Uji traversed a set of stairs to the second floor of the glass house and headed for her room. A pleasant silence hung over the Lair. It was understandable. A locale that operated into the wee hours of the morning with all sorts of activities was bound to be quiet when the sun finally rose over the horizon. Not to mention the numerous residents that weren't even there.

Uji swept into her room with preparations to make. She went to the dresser at first, and peeled open drawers to go through what comfortable clothes she had left. There weren't an overwhelming amount of choices. Today was laundry day, after all. Pursuing a route in the opposite direction of too-tight materials and more tactile fabrics like lace, Uji started pulling out pieces of cotton and polyester. A combination of red and white promised to work better. Ren was blonde, and white would help lighten his complexion while the red would go well with his hair. She set the articles out on the bed. An off-the shoulder tee in red paired with white shorts that would be comfortably loose even for him went with cork wedges that offered a wider base of support than the heels he was practically killing himself on in the laundry room.

His embrace was both possessive and protective. Staring up his jawline towards his eyes, Yuji's gaze followed his to the cause for all the sudden shifting around. Disappointment was her strongest reaction, strongest at the point that he started softening under her touch. Yuji removed her hand from his lap, deepening her frown at the man. She was sure it was not her frown that made him bow and depart. Yuji felt a strong thrill of desire race up her spine, and while he may have lost the heat of the moment, Yuji was as hard as ever in her cotton prison. Seunghyun's sudden shielding of her from anyone else's sight deepened her desire for him.

"Don't apologize," she responded, voice husky with her lingering arousal. "You didn't do anything we both didn't want." Lifting her hand, smooth fingertips brushed against his check, turning his head towards her even as his grip on her loosens. Chocolate eyes dart around his face, absorbing every landmark, but most often settling on the pair gazing down at her. She licked her lips again. There was still the date to keep in mind, and she had no doubt that his apartment would afford them all the privacy they would ever need, but that did nothing to dampen the heat he'd started in her now.

The massage of fingers so close to a more sensitive spot had Yuji angling her hips, tucking them in towards her abdomen so her crotch was angled higher. Little rocking motions pushed against his hand. There was no doubt his ministrations were driving Yuji crazier. The constriction of her shorts was painful enough that she hissed once. The noise was lost when his lips sealed over her own. That was a catalyst all its own. While Yuji's hips tried to lift a little higher so his hot fingertips, grinding against the sensitive expanse of skin just beneath her distinctly male parts, brushed over her clenching hole through the cotton, the blonde took some liberties of her own. Untangling her hand from his shirt, her fingers fumbled down, brushing over his abdomen and accidentally bumping against his thigh. She followed the tent in his pants, and molded her hand around the straining erection in his slacks.

Yuji squeezed at him, trying to form the material to cast him in perfect relief, and brushed her hand in slow strokes that applied pressure and followed the natural trail of him. She could tell he was bigger just by touch, and deviant promises of how good he was going to taste and feel inside her sparked her want for him sooner rather than later. The free hand in all of the unfolding events popped the button on her shorts. Her zipper slid down a few centimeters just from the strain. Yuji relieved even more tension by yanking it down. Her shorts went slack around her, giving his hand that much more freedom to do whatever he pleased.

Their relationship wasn't so much associated with the same kind of balance as the ones found at the Lair. They were very comfortable in their friends-with-benefits niche. Porcelain teeth grazed over the woman's lower lip again. Yuji's husky voice dropped a few octaves. "Your lips are perfect. I love seeing them around my dick." One final kiss pressed to Hyoyeon's lips before Yuji slipped right back out of her lap. As much as Hyoyeon was a minx, Yuji was beginning to learn from her. She turned around instead of facing the blonde front on. Casting a glance over her shoulder that spilled her own flaxen hair over her skin, Yuji's thumbs wiggled into the waistband of them. She in turn wiggled her hips, and gently started pushing the panties down, skewing one side in favor of the other.

Hyoyeon's voice brought her attention back. That question alone told Yuji she was in for a rough night. Hyoyeon was a minx. Just the mention of sucking encouraged chocolate, doe eyes to settle on her playmate's lips. They were to die for. Yuji knew she'd pay to have that kind of DSL installed in her villa in a more permanent sense. She almost burst into laughter at the proceeding thought. In a way, she did. Was Hyoyeon not in lingerie purchased by Yuji? Did she not have numerous other bags of overly-expensive gifts waiting in the dressing room behind? A guilty pang ended that line of thought. Yuji appreciated their game, but it went beyond that. Yuji didn't buy Hyoyeon gifts just to get sexual favors out of her. Yuji bought Hyoyeon gifts because they were the closest of friends. All the sexual benefits came as the icing on the cake. Hyoyeon being a dominant tease was the cherry topping it all off.

A lot of instincts were screaming at Yuji. Many included sinking her fingers deep into Hyoyeon's hair and flipping the tables right then and there. Hyoyeon would suck her off, all right. Then Yuji would show her the meaning of being fucked senseless. Standing in front of beautiful women on level with her cock tended to rile up her aggressive side. As usual, though, her dominant tendencies were subjugated through nothing more complex than a touch. Hyoyeon's manicured nail brushed at her through her panties. The blonde knew all the tricks to disarming Yuji into the prey instead of the predator. Another clench strained her erection, but she was pinned and it did nothing more than throb against the finger tracing around her. Snapping lace forced a grunt out of her.

Salvation in sight, Yuji leaned over at the waist. It was a painful move, but she showed no hints of it. Her face came level to Hyoyeon's, and fake lashes fluttered in their flirtatious way. Red lips caressed the corner of Hyoyeon's mouth. Slender fingers ghosted along the blonde's thighs, offering the slightest of pressure with the raking motion of her own manicured nails.  "Boo," Yuji moaned into Hyoyeon's mouth, pressing a kiss that blossomed into the tip of her tongue teasing her playmate's lips. "Fuck me. I need you to fuck me so badly." Perfect, white teeth tugged softly on her lower lip. "You've been teasing me all day. I can barely stand it. I need you in me." Hot breath, mixed with wine, was as much a teasing caress as the kiss that followed. "I've been such a good girl for you. I haven't touched myself at all."

Her answer came moments later. Suji's body straightened higher, and her fingers worked in disjointed attempts at rhythm. The girl's head tilted back with the lean of her body. Uji drank in every exposed bit of skin and every thrust out curve. She observed the muscle tremors and the bright burst of red tinting the model's upper chest and her cheeks. Body straining, Uji grinned as Suji reached the final plateau. Standing from the chair, the short blonde crossed the distance between them. Suji's skin was warm to the touch. Uji's hand gently brushed over her forehead, then along her smoothed back hair towards her ponytail. Fingers brushed over the curve of that, then gently followed it down. "Good girl," Uji let the slow pet repeat itself. "Very good girl." Suji's body continued to quake in the aftershocks, and the housemaster allowed a few more moments to pass. "Swallow, kitten."

Uji crouched until she was next to the model. Slow strokes continued to smooth over her hair. Her other fingers gently settled on the girl's collarbones, and then rose higher to form a loose half circle around the base of her neck. Uji pressed gentle kisses to the side of the pet's neck. Those trailed upwards until her teeth grazed over the lobe of the kitten's ear. "Let's go to my room and play." It was sweet, promising of so much fun. Then, voice dropping into much darker tones with even better promises, Uji nipped at her ear.

Turning around put them face to face. Uji completed the motion without pulling her hand from Taeyeon's jeans, but the new position gave her leverage for more pressure. One hard press ended the stage they were at. "Fifteen?" Leaning in close put to rest any need to increase the volume of her voice. Warm breath brushed over Taeyeon's ear. Even though she was asking, Uji knew the answer. With her palm pressing against Taeyeon's abdomen, Uji's other hand hooked her fingers into the waist band. A few aggressive tugs brought the tight denim lower. When Uji's fingers pried into the brunette's panties, there was little to cramp them. Her middle finger pushed forward, dipping between the brunette's labia to test the waters. They were hot and ready.

The blond scrutinized the blonde. Half-lidded eyes took no notice. Already in the process of turning back around to head out the door for more, she halted in her step to cast a glance back over her shoulder. "Hm?" Introductions. Right. Fingers feathered against the fringe threatening to slip into her eyes. She chastised herself for not grabbing one of her hats. Frazzled bed hair was never attractive. "I'm Uji." His lopsided grin received one of her own smiles at half-capacity. Enthusiasm seemed in short supply for someone so soon out of bed. A quick lick at her lips moisturized them. "I've been here a little while, now, I guess."

Near the edge of the bed, it was nothing for Yuji to uncurl her legs and sweep them to the side so they were dangling off. It also allowed her to turn around, and as her feet came into contact with the floor, her eyes lifted to look at Hyoyeon. Her jaw dropped. The glass of wine in her hand almost did, as well. Only a last moment clench of her fingers saved the horribly staining alcohol from spilling all over her panties, her skin, and her carpet. The lingerie left little to the imagination, and Yuji drank in every piece of skin available for her purview. The bedside lights were on, and that muted light seemed to cast an even more seductive shadow over the entire setting.

Light from the parted curtains in the master suite played over Hyoyeon's body, emphasizing that the fabric of her nightwear was almost completely see through. Only by grace of ladylike manners did Yuji not drool on herself. The one reaction she failed to stop, however, was the most telling. The snap of fabric underneath Hyoyeon's fingers naturally drew Yuji's eye down to the thin panty covering the blonde's smooth mound. The tight bulge in the front of Yuji's jerked, and within seconds of drinking in the image of her blonde friend, Yuji had to adjust her position. She knew it gave Hyoyeon a sense of empowerment to see her like this, and that's why she didn't try to hide the tenting erection straining against the front of her own underwear. The tip of her swollen glans appeared just over the edge, but Yuji was well-cramped inside the tight lingerie, and it was highly uncomfortable for her.