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Your breath returns to you in short, haggard breaths. The room, previously feeling delightfully cool, now seems to condense against your skin as the air sticks to your sweat, making you shiver slightly but doesn’t drive you underneath the covers just yet. Instead you enjoy the boneless feeling, the delightful ache in between your legs and occasional strong pulse; a delicious reminder of your (many) orgasms.

It’s nice. The mattress is comfortable enough that you can feel yourself sinking down, as if being a perpetual state of falling that leaves you feeling cradled rather than distressed. Unwittingly, your eyes close. You can sit like this for a while long, surely…

The mattress sinks next to you. It’s not overtly obtrusive, but the sensation pries your eyes open, just a smidge.

“Damn, you okay?”

Jo’s words leave him in an unhurried rumble. All of him is like that; meandering, deliberate, leisurely. You’d say “lazy”, but that last descriptor feels a little disingenuous, for Jo is anything but lazy. He takes pleasure in doing things slowly. Eating, walking, talking, reading. He naps more than you do, and early on during your relationship you likened him to a sloth, at which he’d said, Really? But you’re the one clinging to me.

Even now, you affectionately refer to Jo as your “tree”, and to him he calls you his koala, because according to him, they’re cuter than sloths.

But “lazy”? What a lie. What a horribly erroneous lie. If Jo were lazy, he would not have worked you over so thoroughly as he always does. A lazy man doesn’t start foreplay early in the morning, leaving kisses that are chaste in practice but sinful in intent. You let him slide when he insisted that he just wanted to kiss your neck a bit and he absolutely didn’t mean anything more by it. I’m a good boy. I’m on my best behavior.

A lazy man doesn’t greet you home with his arms around your waist and a kiss so passionate, he made you feel like a fawn, all wobbling legs and unfocused eyes. The way he would always grab you, kiss you, tilt his head to deepen the kiss and slip his tongue into your mouth never fail to muddle your thoughts. But afterwards, when he insisted that he was just happy to see you? It drove you crazy.

A lazy man doesn’t lay you down on the couch under the pretense of wanting to lay with you, only to pull your pants off, push your legs up until you’re nearly folded in half, and proceed to lick between your folds and circle his tongue around your clit as though he were merely enjoying a particularly delectable treat.

(Two shows passed by and you were starting to feel uncomfortable in that position. You told him, J-Jo let’s get something to eat already!

I am eating, was all he said before diving in for more.)

A lazy man doesn’t usher you into your bedroom and seat you on his face, encouraging you to ride his tongue because he didn’t get enough from you earlier and wants you to make a puddle under his head. A lazy man doesn’t hold you still when you tire, still worn from the orgasms he pulled from you earlier, and starts to fuck you with his tongue until you can’t speak.

A lazy man doesn’t bend you over, coaxing your head onto a pillow and encouraging you to arch your back before proceeding to fuck you absolutely stupid. It comes as a surprise, the punishing pace he sets. Deep, hard strokes, a steady and unwavering rhythm that you clawing into the sheets for any sort of purchase. None of the noises that leave you are particularly coherent or subtle. You’re sure when you leave tomorrow for work, the old lady that seems to have it out for you two will give you an earful about what a harlot you are, how improper it is for two young people to keep their elders up with their “debauchery”.

You feel a pulse between your legs again that forces you to open your eyes. You’re not sure when they closed, but considering how out of it you feel, perhaps that shouldn’t surprise you as much.

“Hey,” Jo says again, “still with me?”

You scoff. “Yeah. I’m just tired. Is that a surprise?”

With a contented hum, Jo pulls you closer. The skin to skin contact makes your head swim. “Wasn’t sure. Thought I almost lost you.”

“La petite mort,” you muse. “I think you did kill me, at some point. Probably out there on the couch.”

“Oh really?” He kisses you, slow and sensual, in a way that makes your suspicions raise that he’s not really done with you. “Must’ve brought you back several times. My tongue is good at that, you know.”

“Mhm. Murderer.”

You both lay there, and your eyes shut once more. You’re sticky all over, sweat causing your skin to tack together with his. You’re certain you need to wash the sheets and the couch cushions. Your stomach is growling. There’s a slightly uncomfortable cramping in your abdomen after a few too many hard orgasms that forced you to curl inwards, much to Jo’s delight.

Time is immeasurable to you; you’re only awoken when Jo kisses you on your cheek and jostles you again. “I know you’re tired, but you can’t sleep here. We gotta get cleaned up, y’know?”

You don’t open your eyes. “I can’t move.”

A few breaths pass, and Jo slides two fingers into you and curls them upwards. Immediately you jolt in surprise and wriggle away from him, your steady breathing disrupted again.

It should annoy you that, despite you tired you feel, desire and anticipation start to pool within your groin. But at that point, you truly might end up perishing.

“You move fine to me.” He looks smug. He must feel that anticipation too, because the way he’s looking at you makes you shiver.

“Okay then. I can move, but I don’t want to. You need to bathe me, Jo.” You fall back onto the pillows. “I need a sponge bath.” He crawls up close to you again and rests his head in your lap, kneeling on the ground.

“And miss out on showering together? Getting one last round in? C’mon.”

“You said ‘one last round’ about two hours ago.” You run your fingers through his hair, soft and slightly curled, and gently scratch his undercut.

“Yeah…I did say that, huh?”

“Mhm. Just a few more minutes.”

“Alright…”

You allow your eyes to shut again, still soaking in the shared warmth between you two before you stretch, feeling a satisfying pop! in your back. “Alright. Let’s go get cleaned so we can actually go to sleep.”

You pat Jo on the head, but he doesn’t move. You pat him again, nudging him a bit.

“Jo?”

Nothing. Save for a soft snore that comes from him several heartbeats later.

Lazybones, you think, before laying backwards, eyes slipping shut far too easily. Enjoy waking up with sore knees.

But, you've tried not to---keyword, tried---and just sighed to yourself when he'd languidly sprawled beside you on the couch. His strong arm instinctively draping over the back of the couch---giving you a soft smile that reached his eyes, making it go crescents as you beamed back, immediately clinging yourself around his middle, like an attention seeking cat.

Though, he didn't notice that gaze you've given over his bulge behind that sweatpants he wore when he'd casually glanced at your television screen and fishing his phone out of his pockets.

Your pussy felt like it was given faith for it to be watered tonight. You couldn't help but subtly smile, it turned into a grin for some while when you've seen the underline of his cock over the pants he wore.

Great. Yum. You've probably dome something good a while ago---is this good karma for the help you've given towards that old lady who was trying to reach for her box of milk?

His emerald greens blinked out of his own wonders, catching you like a deer on headlights when you've given his clothed bulge a glance. Your fingers continuous on tracing the outline of his abs with feathery touches. Though, he'd let you---fed you for looking at him and appreciating the view and his presence.

He'd blink again when he caught you staring longer. Eyes lingering more and catching onto the grin that grew, feeling more of your gaze on him---like it was tangible enough.

His phone pinged. But, he ignored it for a second and cocked his head to the side, peeking at your face with a gullible glint to it. "What's wrong, Tiny-chan?"

When your eyes met, you gave him a toothy grin. Concealing the mischief glaring behind your gaze with a naive tone that got him processing your words for a hot second.

"You nakey?" fingers reached over the firm strip of his V-line. Teasing. Calculating. Hopeful for a nookie.

Togame's gaze felt more tangible. It felt like he was raking your face---trying to comprehend you more clearly and what pushed you to ask a question you clearly should have known. He was always going commando around; always with no underwear whenever he was at home with you.

Your boyfriend raised his brows, wondering what you meant.

"You naked under that?" you've licked your lips, subtly hiding the excitement that throbbed against your panties.

"Ah?" His mouth went ajar for a second. In total wonder as to why you've bothered to ask. He'd scratch the side of his face with a finger, humming out his answers. "Hm-mh." pause. "Always, with you. Didn't bother to put on something because I didn't feel like it."

He'd given another halt. His eyes going elsewhere to gather thoughts and collect words he knew that wouldn't take it in a rude or mean way. He was always like this; always thinking about other people's feelings---especially those he adored and cherished. Togame Jou was always caring.

"Are you..." Jou dragged his words a little more slowly, cautious of how he was wording it. He'd glance over his crotch---one he noticed that seem to be delineating over his own sweatpants. "...uncomfortable about that right now? I can change if you want."

You were quick to shake your head. Eyes wide as saucers as if he was about to jump off the couch in a sec if you hadn't hold onto the waistband of his sweatpants like your life depended on it.

"Nooo, that's good! Verrryyy good!" Emphasizing on the very. The tone of your voice made him raise his brows, dubious. Your intonation sounding like you were on the verge of panicking.

With nimble fingers and spit on your hand, you've slipped your hand inside his pants. Out of impulse, grabbing onto his girth. The palms of your fingers smoothing his flushed mushroom tip in gentle caresses. Eyes intent on his expressions---seeing his downturned ones widen in surprise, choking on the words he wanted to say but ended up catching his breath instead.

"Let me appreciate you going commando tonight, Kame-chan."

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•and when you say you've heard him inhale loud, you did. Crystal-clear to your ears as he held onto that phone he had when you've smoothly slipped that hand right under his sweatpants. Fingers quickly grabbing onto his cock like it was meant to be there.

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Your hand around his cock. It truly was fate.

Togame felt his breath caught in the back of his throat. His upper half immediately perking from lounging on the couch with you. Shocked emeralds going straight to that hand you had inside his sweatpants, seeing the slow strokes you started to work him with as it was covertly concealed by the barrier of his undergarment.

His phone pinged again for the second time. It seemed like they were already talking about him---and how he left them on read again, as always.

They were ignored. You, definitely weren't as you continued your ministrations. Watching your own hand, searching for his balls and cupping it from below, biting your lower lip as Togame gritted along.

"What---" You fondled his nuts, giving each one a caress and a squeeze. He seemed like he swallowed thick. His Adam's apple bobbing up and down as you've given him a glance, seeing that he was watching you massage him beneath his pants. Your hand darting its way to start stroking him again before his gaze landed on your face.

His eyelids fluttered a little when you've played with his slit---that was starting to ooze with pre. Your fingers wrapping along his shaft. A little more tight, "---what got you going, Darl?"

"It's you and that damn grey sweatpants." you could feel yourself creaming just by touching him like this; just hearing him lowly groan on the back of his throat as you've seen his abs clench for a while after squeezing him around the base.

"Wrapped around that thick, muscular thighs---" you've teased his flushed tip, gently caressing it around with all fingers, memorizing his thick, long size. "---all kept underneath this damn sweatpants you have?"

There was a tut. Your teeth gritted together. Hand never stopping your ministrations---the more you did, the more his cock was throbbing.

Jou turned harder. You felt the weight of his length and how it grew against your palm, seeing his cock straining against his own clothing. If this was an anime, your hand---a weapon to be considered was having it's own awakening just as how Togame's girth was enlivened by all your strokes and twists.

"Getting harder I see," you've stated the obvious, pumping him with much more determination. This one goaded into him, widening his legs more, aching for more of your touches---allowing you to touch him more than nobody else could.

You've began fucking him with your fists, licking your lips as you watched his mouth form a thin line, trying his best to control his expressions yet it was still contorting to all the pleasures he was feeling with every pump.

"I wanna make you come. Can I?"

Togame opened his mouth a little, a low moan vibrating his chest---one that sounded hot and only concealed for you to hear. His mouth quirking a little when he felt you cupping his balls again, caressing a spot that had him shivering. A gratified, tremble of his breath left his lips as he chuckled. This one got you squeezing your own thighs together, taking so much satisfaction over getting him worked up like this.

"You already have your hand inside my sweatpants, Darl. Why'd you even bother asking---"

You've given a warning squeeze to his balls.

He'd groan from beneath his chest. His satirical comment got him in a whiplash, catching him off-guard when you've reached his cock to pump him faster. Breathy huffs of air emitted from his mouth. Your hand loosening around his girth but casually tightening after a few, "---okay, yeah, yeah, sureeee."

He'd given no debate at that, not that he typically does put up a verbal fight because he never does. Never ever.

Jou would rather have you get his cock hard.

"Kame-chan," you've casually pulled him out of his sweatpants when you beat him off to it. His own was about to slip under his when you've pulled the waistband lower with your free hand, getting it out of its own casket.

Your tongue darted out to lick your lips---mouth probably foaming from seeing his cock. All thick, long and curved just right, just as how you remembered.

You've eventually heard the ping of his phone, your eyes glancing over to see it laying on his abs. Choji's message blaring over the screen.

"You're leaving them on read again."

"They..." Togame managed to croak, his hip subtly buckling a little more to match your strokes---jerking a little. The back of his head leaning more on the base of your couch, getting a lot more comfy than he was before. "They...know I rarely reply in the group chat anyways...ah,"

He seemed like he was too engaged by the harmony of your strokes. The moan leaving his mouth was difficult to bear that he had to bite his lower lip to keep himself from his own murmurs.

"Aw, how rude of you," you've clicked your tongue, your brows furrowing as you see him trying to muffle those delicious, deep moans he always managed to make you wet. You've also reprimanded of his actions, teasing him for ignoring his own friends like the typical that he is. He hated texting, he was not a fan of messages and you know that. You just wanted to goad him more, make him loose it. "Leaving them on read again?"

Togame was too preoccupied by that hand of yours, circling with every ups and downs. Shit, it felt so good for him. He was absentminded as he whispered, heaving out a sigh, shifting in his own seat, feeling his cock twitch when you've gathered his pre with your thumb, messily painting it around his own flushed head. "Yeaaaaah, that's good..."

He purred, a deep moan complimenting his drawls that made you all giddy. Togame seemed like he wasn't talking about his friends being left on read. You were sure he was talking about how you were fucking him with that fist.

Though, you've went on with the conversation, trying to satirize him more. Putting on an act as if you didn't get what he actually meant. "That's not good when they're actually asking you something. But, I know you much prefer talking to them on calls instead. Wanna call them?"

His hips followed the strokes of your hand, riding it with you---eyes focused entirely on your rhythm. The both of you watching yourselves be absorbed by your own greedy delectations.

You've tightened your hand around his cock more, pumping him mid-shaft to base. Intentionally avoiding his tip. Your eyes intently feasting on his furrowing brows, the twitches on his temples. His foreskin being pulled with each fervid stroke.

Togame took longer to respond---even with his slow nature. He was starting to enjoy this too much by trying to be subtle about it. He actually really isn't and the second-in-command was failing. His groans and moving hips that kept following your movements made it obvious he was on cloud nine---high over that pleasure you were giving, "...Calling them with your hand stroking my cock?"

He just nodded, breathing out of his ajarred mouth. Long, slender fingers trembling to grab onto his phone that kept on lighting up as you were both caught up in your own delights, looking like he was too out of it to even consider calling his members while you were fisting him was not a problem at all, "You're...ah, into that, Darl?"

Were you...into that kind of stuff?

You've cussed inside your head, liking how he was quick to approve towards your own carnal itches. Shit, he was agreeing to that. Yes.

He was good. So good to you.

"Maybe next time, Babe." slowly stroking his cock down, agonizing and painstakingly slow. Your whispers sensual and suggestive, leaning over his ear. "Want me suck it?" you've twisted your wrist before the head, making him audibly breath deeper, "---want me to suck your cock?"

Togame wasn't subtle for his excitement to be sucked off when he'd glance at you. Emerald downturned eyes heady and dark. "Yeah," he blinked lethargically, grinning following suit which felt like a rub to your pussy. "yeah, I doooo."

You've shifted on your own seat, pulling his waistband lower, under his ass as he helped, lifting his hips up for you to pull. Kneeling beside him with your heel on the back of your ass. You've bend your body forward, gathering your saliva in your mouth, wanting to add more moisture and lubricant to his girth that would be fitting your mouth.

Togame looked calm and composed from the outside. Though, it was inconsistent. With a hand on his cock, stroking once, tucking your hair behind your ears---on the side where he would see you sucking his cock to make him watch. His gaze was intent, encouraging, and awaiting to be taken inside your mouth.

A string of spit dripped over his cock, dribbling right over his flushed head. Your hand instantly stroking his cock, smearing it slow and steady, shifting your knees better before finally putting him inside the warmth of your mouth.

Togame breathily sighed in delight.

"Then, reply, Kame-chan."

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•oh, he did reply. The second-in-command took at least minutes to respond when he'd managed to open their group chat and finally decided to read what they were talking about. It took him longer to read it when you've abruptly took him in your mouth--got yourself moaning around his cock. The vibrations shooting right towards the base. The urges and desire spreading across his body for his own balls to tighten from the act.

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"He likes sweet things." -pertaining to Sako.

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Togame threw his phone on the couch beside him. Now, entirely focusing on you. A hand over your nape, his fingers gently caressing your skin as you continued to suck him. It wasn't just the throbbing of your pussy that was difficult to bear---but also the way your heart spreaded with warmth when Togame gently grazed his knuckles over your hollowed cheeks---the one that has contacted with hundreds of men's faces who he fought with---caressed yours like you were the most precious thing on earth.

The squelch of your spit dribbling over the base of his cock. Your own drools dripping on his shaft as he guided you through it just as how he likes it---with a hand over your head---up and down as it rests, picking a pace he definitely liked.

You've bobbed your head as you sucked, more keen to give him what he wanted. His gentle petting felt like a reward---like you were being good for that.

He tossed his head back. Downturned eyes shut as he shifted on his position, widening his legs more for you to take him. Focusing on that mouth. Rasps emitted at the back of his throat.  Calloused fingers gently massaging your scalp as you sucked him with eagerness and vigor. His lenient fingers giving shivers down your spine.

Those forbearing fingers was not helping your throbbing pussy. To be honest, he was making it more difficult to bear with because you could already feel how wet you were beneath your panties.

It didn't help that Togame ran a hand over your back, slipping one around your behind---slipping along the garter of your garments. His kind movements making you shiver under his own touch that he managed to emit a breathy chuckle at that. He tried to trace that crack between your derriere. Fingers going lower, his thumb finding that hole---circling around the puckered hole with slow strokes. His middle finger curling to search for your pussy---

You were left moaning around his cock, drooling more than you ever could.

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•when he'd come, you were sure you wanted him to answer to that throbbing cunt you were having. Hence, you were not one to not be honest about your carnal desires---those that involved him wearing his grey sweatpants.

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Togame deserved all that praise when giving head. The second-in-command was known to use his mouth best when it involved food. He had a big mouth and appetite for any type of meals.

Hence, it's no wonder he was good at eating you out.

Jou wasn't an undefeated contestant in food eating competitions for nothing. He knew how to use his mouth in its full potential; he knew how to make you see stars with that tongue he has.

Your hips were shaking---stuttering as Togame gave one last slurp to your pussy. Kissing your clit. Your juices smearing off his mouth and chin like he was devouring his last meal.

Your hips were jutting from the oversensitivity. He'd given you more than you could take---without him even going inside yet. You bet he was damn hard over the mattress---no, you knew he was too stimulated from simply giving head as you've noticed his hips subtly grinding his cock on the bed as he ate you out.

You were about to pull at his hair and push his head away from being too overwhelmed when Jou had lifted himself off from your cunt. His downturned eyes languidly blinking out of taking pleasure from your own---high from your pussy.

Togame's mouth glistened with your cream, lacquered by your come as he brought himself to his knees, not bothering to wipe it off and ended up licking his lips---tasting you on his mouth.

His eyes were intent and dark---watching you from beneath him. He had the knuckle of his forefinger collecting your slick that pooled over his chin, deliberately going slow---teasing you through it all---and slipping it between his lip, tasting you more, supping on the gathered juices over his finger.

"Tasty as ever, Darl."

He'd deeply and lowly moaned his satisfaction at the back of his throat. The vibration of his hum against his bare chest. Your lover blinked out of his own carnal urges, a soft grin eventually painting his mouth that were slick with your juices.

"More?" Togame had squinted his eyes back at you, suggestively. Subtly persuading to eat that pussy more than you could ever handle.

The way that proposition left his mouth like he was offering food got your heart pumping---your pussy aching to feel his cock. Togame was unhurried as he shifted on the foot of your bed, crawling more towards where you laid.

You've had a pout on your face, feeling your pussy throb, watching the way his hand grabbed onto the base of his cock, giving one languid stroke.

"What do you mean---no, Kame-chan. You've been eating me for hours already." a whine left your lips, watching him give himself another pump---hearing a low chuckle from beneath his chest as you continued, "Want you inside me, please? come on."

Big, rough hands grabbed onto your thighs, deliberately parting them wide as he'd made himself comfortable within the confines of your legs. Downturned eyes stuck to your glistening pussy, staring like it was nirvana, in which he will be feeling for once he sinks into it. He'd grab onto one of your ankles, helping him out onto the position you both will like. Togame fastened your foot over his broad shoulder. The other hand; the flat of his palm along the inner part of your thigh, keeping those legs open for him to accommodate in.

This position he was going for was getting you antsy.

Jou could notice the gaze in your eyes waver, shifting to losing a little bit of your confidence. He'd given your thigh a comforting rub, trying to calm your nerves down and probably reassure whatever was bothering you. "Told you," he'd apprised in a sing-song. Tone all confident, trying to persuade you that he could go all night just by eating your pussy. "---I can eat you out as much as you need,"

Jou had slowly dragged the flushed head of his cock over your dripping slit, eyes intent on seeing his tip gather your juices---teasing by not going in and just lathering your cream around his length.

But, this position got you tense. What if you break a leg while he rides you out? "Kame-chan," it sounded smaller than intended. Jou was sure you were dreading the outcome of this---an outcome you would definitely enjoy in the end.

"---I'm not flexible."

"Hm?" Togame's hum sounded so cloyingly sweet and comforting that it made you sigh out a breath, trying to get that rickety nerves out of your system---anticipating this unfamiliar position that you both haven't tried yet. He'd given you a soft smile. Both of his hands distracting you to the fullest. His thumb deliberately trying to calm you down by caressing your wet slit as if he was petting you to take it easy. The other caressing down your ankle then towards your thighs. "Relaaaax, baby." he purred, gently squeezing your skin. Voice raspy and deep, "---Gotta trust me on this one, yeah?"

Togame sighed an appreciative one when he grabbed onto the base of his length again. This time, tapping his head over your entrance to tease you through it and get you anticipated.

He tapped his flushed head again. Downturned eyes reassuring and soft---easing you to not hesitate and give him a nudge if you couldn't handle it anymore, "You can tell me if it's too much already and I'll listen. I always do."

You've given him a look. Sending him a promise. Convinced of how reassuring he sounded. Togame nodded back, wordlessly giving his word to it---vowing he would stop if you wanted.

He was always thoughtful and understanding, coolheaded even in times like this. Sometimes, you wonder if you actually deserved him.

"Okay, okay." you've swallowed down your apprehension, nodding back at him with your own consent---wanting to try it too. Though, Togame shifted his position in bed and seemed like he have grabbed onto the waistband of his sweatpants, wanting to tug it down over his knee and get it off when you've quickly ceased him mid-way.

"In return for this, don't take that sweatpants off."

He'd ceased himself, looking back at you in wonder. "Eh?"

Your eyes squinted back at him. A wordless scold---a subtle favor that hinted more to coaxing him through this fetish you've been shrewd enough since the moment you were on the couch. "Want to see you wearing it while you fuck me."

Your lover nodded without thinking twice. Beckoning to your favors and giving what you wanted. Though, he couldn't help but state it out in the open, "Really got you going, huh?" Togame frankly muttered beneath his breath. The end of his lip perked into a teasing grin, "If it makes you happy, alright."

"Oh---also," you've started again with Togame deliberately hovering over you, his grey sweatpants left on for your favor and pleasure.

"Yeah?" he halted midway. The fat tip of his cock poking between your entrance. He was a patient man, indeed. Though, there were times it was tested where a normal man can handle stuff like this. Carnal instances that tests his sanity. Jou droned, tone utmost ranging between being patient and impatient at the same time. Though, a stranger could ever notice due to the way he talked most of the time, "Any moooore requests, princess?"

He blinked above you. Emeralds shining with a little bit of mischief. The width of his palm caressing the plump of your thigh in a soothing manner, mentally telling you to shoot your shot with whatever lecherous requests you wanted to add.

"Will you choke me with your thighs too? with sweatpants on?"

Togame was caught off guard at that. He stared you down for a second. In thorough wonder as if he was asking himself if he heard you correctly.

But, the moment he'd lowly hummed. That deep voice of his, sultry and delectable. You knew it was his no-go. It was out of bounds for him.

"That's where we cross the line, Baby."

He'd gave one caress over your thighs and towards your ankle that sat over his broad shoulder. One that felt apologetic. You've pouted a little, knowing damn well you were rejected. Perhaps, another time then? where sex isn't involved?

He'd given your ankles a soft kiss while maintaining eye-contact. His lips soft, pliant. You've felt how you were melting under his touch; his gaze. Hungered for the connection you both needed and wanted that you haven't noticed he was slowly pushing himself inside. "Don't want hurtin' you like that---so, you gotta' behave."

"B-but---" you've swallowed a breath, feeling himself be filled to the hilt. Pausing for a sec as he stared. Eyes all-consuming.

Jou knew you would try and convince him until his decision bended. He knew that you were aware of it---you knew he had a difficult time saying no to you. Hence, he'd vouch to keep your mouth from saying stuff that included him doing violence and opt to just have you gasping for air and moaning out bliss in the air.

He'd gave one deliberate thrust, as slow as he could---tormenting you in the process from how slow it was. Though, it made you arch your back.

Togame breathed deep beneath his chest, pulling then sighing when the tip of his cock was left inside. You've open your mouth after a moan. Howbeit, Jou was determined to keep your mouth shut. He'd began to piston, starting deeply slow then gradually picking up the delicious pace, thrusting his hips and immediately knowing the angle you liked best, making you shut your eyes in pleasure. Your back arching to meet his thrusts.

"Oh, fuck---that's---so gooood---a-ah! alright! shit, yeah---I'll behave---!"

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•Togame would do anything for you---in his sweatpants on or without. Though, you best believe he won't be agreeing to stuff like that which involves you and violence. He already has much for it with him being the vice-general for Shishitoren, and he would not agree to stuff like that with you.

•Though, cuffs and those kind of stuff were other things. Just not violence.

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You were high on rapture. From the pleasure, from sex and from your boyfriend's cock.

"Jouuuu-chan," you've droned, sounding thoroughly out of it. Grabbing onto Togame's locks as he hovered above you. Warm breath sticking to both of your sweaty skin.

Your body ached and ached for more too. He had you on a mating press---one that was not perfect due to your inability of being flexible but it still felt perfect for both. Jou had press a kiss on your temple, humming on your skin to acknowledge what you wanted; anything you wanted. "Moreeee, please."

"That's a first." he'd deeply chuckled, softly grinning as he nodded to your request. His immense stamina still on the roof. Hence, he knew yours was...depleting right now from how your words sounded murmurs to his ears already. "Let's go for another, yeah?"

From the start you both fucked, he never took that sweatpants off. Due to you trying to keep it around his thighs most of the time and whining how you wanted it on. It made him wonder why you were so into it. Jou has lifted himself from hovering above, grabbing onto the waistband that fell around his thick thighs. "Gotta' take it off now. Is it alright?"

You've brought yourself to your elbows, giving his bare body a once over, watching him tug onto the waistbands. "Nooooo," a shake of your head and a whine. You've quickly sat and held onto his hands, stilling his movements further. Looking above your lashes---knowing damn well you were trying to coax him; trying to adorably ask for more and get him to do what you wanted, "Fuck meeee with it, come oooon, Kame-chan~"

He'd slowly blinked back at you, his eyes searching for whatever reason you held onto his grey-sweatpants like your life depended on it. Togame hummed in acknowledgement. His palm grabbing onto your chin to stare you down. Tipping your head back. Melting onto his gaze.

Jou nodded and gestured towards the bed, his thumb gently stroking the underside of your jaw. Gentle, as if he was the complete opposite a while ago when he fucked. Aiding to your moans of request midway through the sex, per say. More. Harder. Faster. That's the spot. There. So good. "Okay, Darl. I'll keep it on. Turn around for me,"

You've leaned more towards his touch, blinking out how high you looked. "But, I wannaaaaa see you,"

Togame had motioned towards the mirrors that were designed beside the bed. One where you could look and see what position you were in and how he thrusted. "We've got mirrors, Tiny-chan."

"Oh, hehe!" You've smiled from the after-glow. Quickly turning around and lifting your hip in the air for him to spoil and use; for both of your pleasure of course.

You've wiggled your ass in the air, waiting to be pummeled like a woman during her ovulation phase. Jou grabbed onto your hip, palming your cheeks, angling you as he'd look, spreading you wide open. His other hand drifted over your spine, towards your nape before leaving goosebumps over your skin by how gentle he raked his fingers over your scalp, holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail.

You couldn't help but dopily smile at that, too lost in the sauce of his raucous gestures.

Jou had gently pulled your hair, nudging your head to the side.

He was appreciating the view, taking a second to lock in and seeing his girth grow harder. Feeling himself harden at the image of your wet cunt and hole. God, what was happening to you? why were you utmost...needy and horny? was it because of his sweatpants?

You've felt his thumb caress onto that puckered hole. A soft moan leaving your lips, biting your own vermillion to resist the urge to moan how it felt so good with him.

Your hand grabbed his that has been holding your hair. His grip loosening a little from being distracted by his own pleasures. You'd gestured to grab you harder, tug you harder in an amount he does not automatically decide. Knowing damn well you might get sore from the pressure or force from his own strength.

Togame Jou was just that guy. Thoughtful and caring that stuff like this was a matter he needed to think through before agreeing.

"Kame---tug on my hair a little harder---yeeees---" Jou was quick to catch on with what you want. You've heard his deep hum from behind, his voice alone making you drip. You've wiggled your hips back, allowing him to touch you more, "---Jou---you spoil me so much---I love you,"

"Hm," he'd hummed, low, raw and deep. A small smirk lifting his mouth when he came to realize how needy you were right now. Was it the sweatpants? definitely, it was. "You're sooo horny tonight. It's surprising, really." Togame had that inevitable drawl in his words, sounding like he was even teasing you a little bit from how you were reacting so much. A little too much than how you normally were whenever you're both being intimate.

Despite of how deliberate he always was, Jou was still quick to respond wholeheartedly to your affection. As sweet and soft as he could ever. "But, I love you too. I hope ya' know that," his words paused but his thumb didn't, massaging you further before reaching down to find your clit.

"Oh, I do." you couldn't help but giggle, sounding out of it already. Feeling him move from behind, slowly sheathing in his engorged mushroom tip. The way he was trying to slip his cock in made your eyes momentarily roll at the back of your head. His affection adding more to the sheer pleasure and definitely making everything a hundred times better. "Yeeees, ah---you gotta' show me that you do, pleaseeee~ Hehe~"

"Sure, Okay." Jou has quickly agreed. Leaving no ounce of doubt that he would not successfully do it, because you know he would. Always for you. Your boyfriend hovered behind, leaning over your ear. His voice hot and suggestive. Breathe tingling your senses as he whispered with a chuckle and his lips forming a mischievous grin.

"Mind if I only wear this sweatpants inside our apartment from now on, Darl?"

Zilan had you caged. Not roughly. Never roughly unless you begged for that edge. The languid slide of muscle and coil pinned your legs together and pressed your spine into the nest of silks he'd arranged just for nights like this. His lower body worked in slow, rolling movements, each loop of glossy emerald and obsidian scale tightening just enough to remind you who held you. Who owned this space between your ribs.

"You're trembling already." His husky voice poured over your cheek, your jaw, the shell of your ear. "Is it the cold, little one? Or the wanting?"

You swallowed. Your fingers curled into the scales at his flanks. "Wanting," you breathed. "Always wanting."

"Then let me have what you've promised me," he drawled, kissing the corner of your lips.

"I give you control. All of it. My—my mind, my body—"

"Go on."

"My noise," you whispered against his lips. "My breath. Every shiver."

His smile showed fang. "And?"

"And I don't want it back. Not until you're finished with me."

Pulling back just enough to look at you, his eyes locked on yours. Oh... his eyes... They were stunning. Even more so now that his magic swirled in their depths. Not the molten gold they appeared in daylight, but darker now. His pupils had swallowed the color whole, leaving twin abysses that seemed to drink the lamplight and return it as pull. As tug. As that strange, delicious pressure behind your temples that made your thoughts go syrupy and slow.

"Good, let go for me. Let go..." he purred as his his hand slid between your legs. The heel of his palm pressed your mound while his fingers spread wide, trapping the wet heat of you against his flesh without granting the friction you craved.

"Such a generous thing," he said, and his voice had dropped into a frequency. The one that made your vision blur at the edges and your thoughts dissolve like sugar on a wet tongue. "My eager, hungry little mate. You want to be empty for me, don't you?"

"Yesss."

"Empty," he repeated, and his free hand came up to cup your jaw, tilting your face toward his. "No thoughts. No worries. No performance. Just my voice. Just my hands. Just the places I touch you and the sounds I pull from that pretty throat."

His thumb traced your lower lip. You kissed it without thinking.

"Can you feel it starting?"

You could. The heaviness, the way your limbs had gone soft and useless inside his coils, as if your skeleton had melted and left only aroused flesh. Your thoughts had slowed to him. His scent, like musk and crushed ferns. The steady pressure of his scales around your ribs. The heat of his palm cupping your pussy over your jeans.

"Look at me," he commanded.

You looked into those black-hole eyes and fell.

"Good girl." His voice came from everywhere now. Inside your skull. Beneath your skin. Coiling through your blood. "Now sink for me. Let your mind go soft. Let it go blank. There's nothing you need to remember. Nothing you need to decide. Nothing you need to be except here and mine."

Your shoulders dropped. Even your tongue seemed to relax, pressing heavy against the floor of your mouth.

"That's it," he praised, and the warmth of his approval made your core pulse against his unmoving palm. "Such a perfect descent. You're so good at this. So beautiful when you let go."

You wanted to tell him thank you. You wanted to tell him more. But words had become slippery things, hard to catch and harder to shape.

Not that he needed them. He could read your desire in the flutter of your pulse, the glaze of your eyes, the way your hips tried—fruitlessly, pinned as they were—to grind against his hand.

"My empty, aching girl," he crooned. "Let's see how empty we can make you."

A few expert moves and you were naked.

Carefully, he laid you back on the silks and dragged his knuckles up through your slick folds with a slowness that made your thighs jerk against his coils. He circled your clit with the pad of his thumb, once, twice, just barely there, just barely pressure.

"Ahhhnnn—"

"There she is. There's that pretty voice. Let me hear what you sound like when you're not thinking. When you're just feeling."

He pressed his thumb down and your whole body bowed against his coils. A sob ripped out of your chest. Not pain but an ache, a pleasurable ache so focused it had teeth.

"That's one," he murmured, and you felt him smile against your temple. "I'm going to collect them all tonight. Every gasp. Every whimper. Every broken little please. I'm going to fill myself with the sounds of you falling apart."

His thumb kept moving, lazy circles that had no rhythm you could predict, fast then slow then agonizingly light, and your hips tried to chase him even though they couldn't move. Couldn't do anything except lie there in his coils and take what he gave.

And what he gave was torment.

Sweet torment.

He pulled his hand away entirely. "Nnnnhhhh—no, please—"

"Shhhh." He pressed his slick fingers to your lips. "Taste yourself."

You opened your mouth. Sucked his fingers inside. Your own salt and sweetness flooded your tongue.

"Such an obedient thing," he breathed. "So eager to please. Even when your mind is gone, even when you can't remember your own name, you still know how to suck my fingers like a good little mate."

He let you clean them. Every knuckle. Every webbing between. And when you whimpered around the last digit, he pulled free with a wet pop and replaced his hand with his mouth. The kiss was devouring. He licked into you and you moaned into his mouth, and his coils tightened in response.

"Look at you," he said when he finally pulled back. Your lips were swollen. Your chin was wet. Your eyes were glassy and unfocused, pupils blown wide. "You're already gone, aren't you? Already floating."

You nodded. Or thought you did. It was hard to tell where your body ended and his coils began.

"Then you won't mind if I..." His hand slid down your stomach. Over your navel. Through the damp curls between your legs. "...take my time."

He parted you with two fingers, spreading your outer lips, exposing the glistening flesh of your inner folds. You shivered. The shiver made your pussy clench around nothing, and the emptiness ached.

"So wet," he observed. "So ready. But I don't think you're ready enough yet."

"Please—"

"Please what, sweet thing?" He circled your entrance with one fingertip, dipping just barely inside, just enough to feel the clutch of your muscle, the suck of your heat then pulled away. "Use your words. Oh, wait. You don't have any, do you? Not in that pretty empty head."

He was cruel. Deliciously cruel.

"No thoughts," he continued, and his other hand came up to toy with your nipple, rolling the stiff peak between thumb and forefinger, tugging gently until the sensation lanced straight down to your clit. "No protests. No stop or slow down or that's too much. Just my voice and your wanting and these..."

He pinched. You keened.

"...these gorgeous sounds you keep making for me."

He spent the next hour taking you apart.

He sucked your nipples until the areolas were swollen and every brush of air made you whine. He licked a path down your sternum, your belly, the crease of your hip, then bypassed your pussy entirely to nip at your inner thigh.

He held your legs open with his coils—spread wide and displayed—and simply looked at you. At the glisten of your arousal smeared across your lips. At the way your clit had peeked out from its hood, swollen and desperate. At the little flutter of your entrance, clenching and releasing, clenching and releasing, like a mouth trying to speak.

"You're dripping," he moaned. "Look at you. You've soaked through the silk beneath you."

You couldn't look. You could barely see. But you could feel the wetness trickling down your perineum, your ass, the backs of your thighs. You could feel how empty you were. How hollow. How every nerve in your body had become a single, screaming point of need.

"Please," you tried again. The word came out slurred. "Please, Zilan—I need—"

"What do you need?" He settled between your legs, his human torso lowering until his breath ghosted across your exposed cunt. "Tell me. Show me. Beg me."

"Your mouth," you whimpered. "Your tongue—I need you to—"

"To what?"

"To eat me. Please. Please, I'll be so good, just please put your mouth on my—"

He didn't let you finish.

His mouth sealed over your pussy and devoured you. His tongue—longer than a human's, textured and incredibly dexterous—laved through your folds, collecting every drop of your arousal, dragging it up to your clit. Your vision whited out. Your hands flew to his hair—twisted, grabbed, held on.

"HHHAAANNNNGGGHHH—"

He hummed against your flesh. The vibration shot through your clit and you felt your cunt gush onto his waiting tongue.

"That's what I wanted to hear," he growled. "That broken, filthy sound. Give me more."

He flattened his tongue and worked you in broad strokes that covered you from perineum to clit, over and over, until your hips were bucking against his face and your thighs were trembling so hard the scales beneath them sang. He stiffened his tongue and dipped into your entrance, as deep as he could reach, curling upward to stroke that rough patch inside you that made your whole body sing.

"Zilan—Zilan—I'm going to—"

He pulled away.

Pulled away.

The sob that escaped you was ugly. Wounded. "NNNnnnOOOO."

"Not yet," he said, and his chin was soaked. His lips were slick. His eyes were twin black holes drinking in your desperation. "You don't come until I'm inside you. That's the rule tonight."

"Please," you wept. "Please, I'll do anything, I'll be anything, just fuck me, please, I need your cock, I need—"

"Shhhh." He crawled up your body and positioned himself between your spread thighs. His cock pressed against your stomach. Massive. Tapered at the tip like his tongue. Darker than his scales, almost purple at the head, and ridged in a way that made your empty hole clench helplessly. "You have it. You have all of me. Just... let me watch you while I..."

He notched the head of his cock at your entrance. Just the head. The flared, tapered tip that was already slick with your combined arousal.

"Look at me," he drawled.

You looked into those black-hole eyes.

"That's my good girl," he whispered. "Now you can come."

He pushed inside you in one go. The ridges of his cock dragged against every nerve in your channel, catching and releasing, catching and releasing, and your orgasm hit you like a fall from a great height.

You sobbed, raw, throat-tearing moans filling the room. Your walls clamped down around him, spasming, milking, trying to pull him deeper even as you shook apart and he groaned, a low, gravelly sound that vibrated through his chest and into your sternum.

"Yes," he hissed. "Fuck, yes. That's it. That's my sweet girl. Squeeze me just like that."

He didn't move. He stayed buried to the hilt, his pelvis flush against your mound, the ridges of his cock pulsing inside your still-clenching channel and let you feel every aftershock. Every flutter. Every desperate grab of your muscles.

You were crying. Actual tears, streaming down your face, because the pleasure was too big for your body to contain.

"So beautiful," he muttered as he kissed them away. "Look at you. Already ruined. Already destroyed. And I haven't even moved yet."

True to his word, he still didn't move. He held himself above you, arms braced on either side of your head, scales pressing warm against your thighs and simply watched as your orgasm faded into trembling aftershocks.

"Zilan," you whimpered. "Please. Please move."

"In a moment. I want to feel you soften first. I want to feel that pretty cunt stop clenching and just... hold me."

And he did. Stayed moveless. Waiting. Feeling the last ripples of your pleasure fade intoaching stillness.

"There," he murmured. "There she is. My soft, sated girl."

He pulled out. Slowly. So slowly that each ridge caught on your inner walls and tugged them outward, a sensation so decadent and full that another whine leaked from your throat. Then he pushed back in. And the drag of those ridges going in was different—smoother, eager.

"Ohhhh," you breathed. "Oh, fuck. That's—that's—"

"That's what?" He drew out again. Squelched in again. Found a rhythm that rubbed his pelvic scales against your clit with every roll of his hips. "Tell me how it feels."

"Full," you gasped. "So full. I can feel all of you. Every... every ridge."

"Mmmmm." His satisfaction rumbled through his chest. "Good. Because I can feel all of you. Every inch. The way you flutter when I hit this spot—"

He angled his hips. The head of his cock stroked across that sweet spot inside you—the one his tongue had found earlier—and your vision sparkled.

"There," he groaned. "There's that spot. The one that makes you scream."

He fucked you with focus. Every stroke hit that spot. Every retreat pulled almost all the way out, just the head of his cock caught in your entrance, the widest ridge stretching your opening before he pushed back in with a wet sound.

Your hands had stopped gripping his hair. Your arms had fallen limp above your head. Your legs—what you could feel of them—were boneless and trembling inside his coils. He'd taken everything. Your thoughts. Your voice. Your will. All that remained was sensation and surrender and the delicious drag of his cock inside you.

"Look at me," he said.

You tried. Your eyes rolled.

He caught your chin. Held you steady. Forced you to meet those black-hole eyes.

"You're going to come again," he said. "And when you do, you're going to keep coming. Every time I move. Every time my cock drags across that spot. You're going to come and come until you can't remember how to stop."

"Nnnnhhh—can't—I can't—"

"You can, my sweet." He lowered his mouth to your ear. "Because I said so. And you don't have thoughts anymore, do you? You don't have limits. You just have me. And my voice. And my cock splitting you open."

He punctuated the last word with a thrust and your second orgasm crashed into you like a wave against a cliff.

But it didn't stop.

Every ridge of his cock as he pulled out triggered another spasm. Every inch as he pushed back in triggered another. Your poor pussy was clenching, continuously, in time with his strokes and each clench sent a fresh spike of pleasure through your exhausted nervous system.

You were crying. Openly. Tears and drool and sweat slicked your face, your neck, your chest. You couldn't see. Couldn't breathe. Every inhale came out as a moan, every exhale as a whimper.

"That's it," Zilan groaned. His hips had lost their rhythm. His composure had cracked. He was fucking you now. Hard. "That's my perfect greedy cunt. Taking everything I give you. Begging for more even though you can't speak."

He was right. You couldn't speak. Couldn't form words. The only sounds you could make were high, keening moans that rose in pitch with every thrust.

"I'm going to fill you," he growled. "I'm going to pump you so full of my seed that it drips out of you for days. get ready, my sweet."

He slammed into you—once, twice, three times—and then his cock swelled. The base of it, the part that had been outside your body, suddenly wasn't. His knot fattened up, sealing his shaft to your entrance, locking him inside you.

Next, his spine arched and then came the heat; his seed flooding your insides in thick gushes. The sensation triggered one final orgasm, before you went limp. Completely, utterly limp.

Your eyes stayed open. Your mouth stayed open. But you weren't there anymore. You were floating in bliss, wrapped in his coils and his scent and the aftershocks of his lovemaking.

He collapsed on top of you, mindful of his weight and buried his face in your neck. His breath came in ragged huffs. His cock, still locked inside you, gave a few final twitches, leaking the last of his cum into your already-sodden channel.

"Mine," he whispered against your throat. "Forever. You understand?"

You couldn't nod. Couldn't speak. Couldn't think.

But something in you purred.

"You did so well," he murmured, pressing kisses to your forehead, your eyelids, your mouth. "So perfect. So good for me."

You tried to say something. Your throat produced a croak.

He chuckled softly and reached for a cloth. He cleaned you, wiped the tears from your face. Kissed the salt from your lips.

"The trance will lift soon," he said. "But you can stay here as long as you need. I have you."

You’re sprawled out on your sheets, limbs frozen from anticipation. An arm covers your eyes from the embarrassment of it all but you still can’t help but peak.

“So what? Y-you’re just gonna eat me out as a pity gift?” You grumble at the implication and watch Togame furrow his brows.

“What? No.” The pillow under your head is pulled away and slid under your waist. He reaches to the side for something else and you watch his shirt rise up.

Hands come to your shorts and you give a curt nod without looking, lifting your hips to help him peel it off. You look down in confusion when you realize that your underwear is still on.

“I like to start with it.” He explains, and his grin makes it feel like he knows something you don’t. You sink back into the bed.

“Okay. So my boyfriend breaks up with me after he cheats, I tell you that he’s never ate me out, so you bring me on a friendly date and now you’re between my legs.” The plushie that he got you just earlier is stuffed under your butt. A ramp that lifts your hips up to him. “If this isn’t a pity thing, what is this?”

Your legs are just barely parted as Togame maneuvers himself comfortable, and you yelp when the support of your legs are pushed open to accommodate him.

“I’m doing this,” He grunts as he shuffles inwards on his elbows, arms snake loosely around your thighs, “because you’re my best friend, and it hurts my pride that my best friend thinks getting head is mid when the god of eating is right beside her.”

“So pity then.” You frown as he starts setting light kisses in your mid thighs, ignoring your grumble.

“Are you wet?” You put your arm down to lift yourself up with your elbows. There’s a gentle flush on his cheeks but he still meets your eyes.

“A bit.” He looks good between your thighs, and the sensation of his lips are surprisingly soft.

He nods at that and doesn’t stop the fluttery presses. You thought his tongue would be out by now. “Since when?”

Your eyes wide at the question. The two of you are friends, and it’s a bit… weird? For him to ask since what point of the day he made you wet.

Though you suppose he’s about to literally fuck you with his tongue, so there’s not that much left to be shy about. “Since you took my shoes off at the door, I guess.” You turn away from his almost too casual gaze, letting the back of one hand come up to hide your mouth.

He’s smiling into your skin, the gentleness turning a bit wetter with saliva as if he can’t help it, and you decide that you won’t tell him about how your underwear’s been slightly damp since he was effortlessly dragging you around in the arcade earlier.

A jolt of passes to your core and you kinda wanna press your thighs together. Instead you opt for a nudge on both sides of his shoulders. “Don’t make it weird, dumbass.”

“‘m not. Stop moving so much.” You realize just how much you’re fidgeting and stop it. Light suction and the tickling swirl of his tongue leaves a cold trail of spit slowly up both your thighs.

A big hand smooths over the out of your thigh and you let your head droop back, taking in the sensations without having to make too much eye contact.

Your relaxed sigh has him breathing a chuckle into spit slick skin, and your thighs jolt barely.

“You’re sure that you don’t mind right? I really don’t feel like shaving.” Your voice is more croaked than you expected.

“Yeah it’s fine.” His lips purse to blow directly at where your hole should be. “I like it better when there's a bush.”

The contrast of coldness and your heat has you shivering and you feel another little gush of wetness. Another sigh leaves you and he moves to the edge of your panties.

“…How much can I touch?” Your dangling head lifts to see Togame raised up. There’s a nervous question in his eyes that you don’t understand. “What, do you mean? Are you eating me out?”

He furrows his brows, mouth gap then close again. You realize that Togame is embarrassed.

“Like you want to touch me?” He meets your eyes nervously, and the sight of his face hovering over your stomach makes you impatient for him to keep going. “Whatever Jo, it’s fine. I’ll just, stop you if I don’t like it.”

The grip on one of your thighs tighten a bit and you lift your hips barely under him. “Just keep going.” Togame’s hesitation dissolves with that, and you find him more eager now as his head goes down again to kiss closer and closer, wetter and wetter.

You soon realize what he means, when hands trail up from your thighs to your waist, just under your shirt. His eyes flicker up but you just press your hips up at him in anticipation.

His hands feel hot, but not as hot as your skin, and your stomach flutters when big hands span across your sides. You think your underwear is soaked by now. Kisses lay just above your clit and you don’t dare look down.

Your breath hitches when hot breath envelops everything, and it shouldn’t be a surprise when his tongue presses up into your clit.

“O-oh fuck.” Your head shoots up to see Togame already watching you. You feel spit gather and soak the area as his lips are on you now.

One of your arms fail and you try to get a hold of yourself again. Your shoulders and abdomen are a bit sore, but it’s forgotten when a dollop of wetness soaks right at your clit.

He nuzzles and licked through the translucent fabric, and you try to breath put through your nose. Fingers tease at the underside of your bra, and adrenaline rushes through you.

He’s a bit messy now, using his nose to nudge while he goes down further to mouth and drool at your hole.

A tongue pokes against the gusset, and you sigh deeply and fall back into the mattress, arms useless around your head.

“Fuck. You’re so wet.” He’s muffled himself against you. It’s almost like he’s impressed by how wet you are, and the vibrations of Togame’s low voice makes you huff out a sound.

“That feels good.” You mumble, and he makes another sound into you. “Yeah?” Togame’s tongue seems to lap at each wave of wetness through your panties with not issue, and every graze of the tip of his nose at your clit makes you squirm.

“My nose feels good right?” Your hips have been unconsciously chasing that friction, and he meets your eyes with a mischievous gaze.

You let out a high pitched laugh when he pushes nose up and through with pressure. The damp fabric seems to make everything more sensitive. “Ah— Togame, oh—“

He’s doubling his effort at your hole now, and you clench at how concentrated he looks. “Mhmm. You really like it huh?”

You’re clenching again and the feeling of fabric and his tongue makes you gasp. He’s tongue fucking you through your panties.

“Shit—“ It’s tight at your clit and he keeps deliberately nuzzling through. The grip at your thigh is burning and his other hand pushes your bra up in haste. “Oh— emmmph!”

You pant when his jaw opens to envelop everything. It’s so hot and drooly and your hips keep thrusting up. “Oh you’re so good at this—“ He moans into you and you jerk again.

He’s palming your tits with fervor, the grasp desperate but not enough to hurt. Hands keeps roaming your torso up and down.

“Fuck.” It’s the only croaked word you get from him before his mouth latches onto your clit, tongue swirling furiously.

One of your hand shoots to his hair and grasp with no technique. “Augh! Oh my god—“ You barely see the intense look he has, too busy pushing your hips to his face.

“Haah— ngh! Togame— don’t stop.” There’s fingers that latch to your nipples and rub, and your legs slip away under you. He’s moaning so loud into you, making your breath hitch.

You barely notice the hand that trails down your side, but it’s all you feel when that thumb starts to rub at your clit in fervor.

The tongue pokes back into you again with even more excitement. “Y’gonna cum?”

Your whine is answer enough, and you buck wildly, making his press you down at your chest and abdomen.

“God you look so good like this.” What the fuck is he even saying? You can’t even register his words as he’s latching again to your hole and eating and drooling. Your fingers tighten and loosen at his hair and your other hand is grasping at the arm that snakes into your shirt.

It builds up so quickly but as if it was always there, and all of a sudden your clit is so raw and sensitive under the rubbing of his thumb and panties. “Ah! Togame— I can’t, ohgod—“ You’re whining so high pitched, jerking and writhing your hips. “Oh, please— I can’t.”

He doesn’t let up, and you feel him smile into you. His thumb lightens but it’s even faster now. “Yeah baby, y’gonna cum, right? C’mon now.” Your thighs try to close but he’s right there. He's staring at you, as if in a trance.

His arm pushes you down across your squirming torso, and your hand claws at the hold and his hair. “Fuck— mph! Mpha—“

Tears slip down the side of your eyes at the light tugging at your nipple, and you moan in desperation. It’s so much. He just moans roughly to reciprocate, and you don’t realize until it’s too late that he’s pulled the gusset to the side.

His nose keeps nudging, his thumb keeps working, your tits are alternating for rough pawing, his arm presses your entire torso down.

Togame shouldn’t be surprised at your cry when he dives in fully, digging his long, wide tongue effortlessly into your hole to press up.

Your body trembles violently under him and that delighted muffled laugh just makes you cry out his name again with your juices gushing.

The hand in his hair is tight but locked up, as is the rest of you. A hum into you and the small retraction of his tongue intensifies the silent ‘o’ of your mouth.

Togame fucks you through it with slow unrelenting strokes. Thumb slowing and making circles that jerk your hips wildly.

He keeps it up as you come down, making you tug weakly at his hair. “A-ah it’s too much. Mmph— Togame!”He keeps lapping up at your folds as you begin panting again. Your clit is so throbbing with painful pleasure under his fingers. “Ah! Jo— please it's enough!"

Your legs kick at him, and you try to get him off with overstimulation kicking in. He’s huffing laughs into you and deliberately meeting your eye with heavy, lidded eyes when he lets go.

Still watching, still staring, and you realize that there’s a predatory gaze in his stare. “I’m still hungry though.”

You kick at him again and Togame laughs, hold loosening further. Togame pulls himself away from your legs and you let out a fragile huff.

He’s still kneeling in front of you, but all your energy is expelled when your head falls back.

“I can’t move.”

His laugh is too happy for you, with your heart still thumping violently, so you raise your head barely to glare.

Togame snickers one last time before moving. “I’ll go get a towel.”

The room is silent when he pads away, and you huff out with relief.

You just came the hardest you have in your life on your best friend’s tongue. It's an issue, but it's an issue for later you.

Togame is so gentle with your limp body, pulling you into his lap as he wipes you down, and it makes your heart skip again when he nuzzles into you. You grumble a complaint when he pulls the glass from your lips. "You can't ignore me when I tell you to stop."

He huffs into your skin. "Sorry baby." The pet name shoots another shiver through you, and you glare at him. "I'll do whatever you tell me next time."

Next time.

a/n. hahah… this was supposed to go really angsty but I made myself too sad so I just cut it out. One day… One day I'll finish the angst version…

also what is this shitty ending

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