more than the tip =/= guidance

Kameko pushed Densetsu back on the bed. He wasn’t Sora—she wasn’t Mei—but they’d both have to do. 

“You sure you don’t wanna back out, Kamecchi?” Still, he helped her loosen the knot of the belt in his pants, and hissed when his dick hit the cooled room. They’d snuck off when the moon rose to its highest point in the sky and the preliminary celebrations for this year’s Feast of the Stars ended. Kameko gave him a look, then took him into her hand and gave him a rough stroke. 

“Oi!”

“Do you?” She shimmied further down his body until she was nestled between his legs. He was half hard, still curved up towards his hip and lying there, and she bit at her lip. She’d never seen one up close before— it smelled... musty. Like heat. Earthy. She didn’t think she’d care too much but... taking in a whiff definitely made some of the screws on the sane part of her mind loosen. Her hand tightened slightly, she dragged it up, velvet sliding against her calloused skin. Above her, Densetsu cursed. 

“Nah I mean—“ He looked down at her, hands drumming against the sheets. “— Thought you’d wanna save this for Iceberg.”

Kameko didn’t feel like rehashing how she didn’t have a chance with him again. Instead, she yanked her hand again, twisting, and reveled in how his hands fisted reflexively in the cotton. 

“I look like some kind of romantic to you? Do you wanna save this for someone special?”

“It’s just sex.” He shrugged with a shoulder, then tentatively reached out, running his hand through her red locks. It made her shudder. “Not that big a deal.”

“Haah? You saying I’ll be bad?” Kameko jerked her hand again and she didn’t stop, distracting him from answering. She sort of didn’t want to know what he’d say to that, she already barely had self esteem as it was. She dragged her hand up, and down, twisting on every down pull, letting the velvet sensation and precum dripping down her fingers lubricate them to jerk faster. 

“Tighter.” She squeezed. He finally moaned, his voice catching in his chest when he clamped his mouth shut behind sharp teeth. “Like this?”

“Yeah, ah—“ He moaned again on the down squeeze, and when the hand in her hair tightened for a fleeting moment then stopped, she whined. Above her, Densetsu propped himself up on his elbow, snickering. He tightened his hand in her hair again and she bit her lip hard, trying to hold back the whine.

It didn’t work. 

“Masochist?”

“Shut it.” He grabbed her hair tighter and her eyes nearly rolled back, making her lose her rhythm. He laughed again and relinquished some of his grip and fuck it, that does it. 

They didn’t really have a plan or agreement when they entered her room earlier. Kameko always imagined her first time would involve being more handsy and flirty up to the main event, but the two of them hadn’t even brushed past each other all evening until he saw her curled into herself sadly looking after Mei and Sora as they swayed in the firelight. He’d dragged her away from the fire then, because that’s what good friends did. Kameko wasn’t sure if good friends also distracted their friend from self pity by fucking them. Maybe he was hurting seeing them too. Regardless though, he never said a blow job was off the table and with his teasing, she’d really give him a reason to grab her hair. 

“Hey, I don’t like that look in your eyes.” Kameko winked at him, then sat up a little, pushing some hair behind her ear. She leaned down and pressed her tongue against the tip, running it against the slit and the startled, clipped moan and shifting of his hips under her made her laugh. “Can’t handle it~?” She sang. She put her mouth around the head again before he could reply, and if she could laugh with her mouth currently occupied with dick, she would’ve when Densetsu moaned “You bitch,” and fisted her hair again, harder than before. 

“You can’t just catch me— ah— off guard, shit—“ Kameko only hummed a senseless tune, the overwhelming heat and stretch of her jaw around him proving to be great distraction from something as simple as thoughts. Oh, god, this shouldn’t be turning her on this much. She could feel her pussy beginning to moisten between her legs and she clenched them together, feeling them stick. Shit. Densetsu’s hand in her hair seemed to only be interested in holding on like a vice, there was no press of her down harder, and she was grateful. He was already proving to be quite a mouthful already. What she couldn’t fit without choking, she gathered in a free hand again, leaving the other to rest on his hip. She peaked up at him but his eyes were screwed shut, his mouth agape— so she supposed she was doing an ok job, at least. Slurping sounds began to overtake the room alongside his soft curses and gasps. Remembering at some point she needed to breathe however, she slid her tongue back up and around his dick, easing herself off of it to give her jaw a break. When she finally began to mouth around the tip again, her pink eyes met green. 

“You’re the worst.”

“Mm.” She hummed. Then, “I suck, don’t I?” Densetsu let out a laugh. “You don’t have to get me off all the way though, I can take it from here.”

“Are you saying that to be nice, or do you really just not want me to finish you off?” Kameko sucked hard on the head, as though she were leaving a hickey, and he gasped again, eyelashes fluttering. “I’m invested at this point.”

“To be nice.” Densetsu decided, leaving her scalp to run his hand down her neck, almost gently. His touch was featherlight and it startled her, enough so that her eyebrows furrowed. “I know Sora is who you want to be doing this with.”

“Don’t—“ She sighed. Frustrated. “Shut up and let me jerk you off. Jerk.” Densetsu opened his mouth to reply, but Kameko was on him again, and his words were lost to a drawn out moan. The hand on her neck moved to her jaw, then the rest of her face. She didn’t. Want. Pity. At least, not right now. Not when everything was fresh, and new, and still hurt like a bitch when she thought about it. Maybe after she’d been impulsive and sat on it for awhile she’d be ready to talk about what she wanted and what she craved and how much it hurt, but right now she wanted distraction and his dick was a great distraction. 

So she lost herself in it, putting his hand on her  throat so he’d feel the stretch, gripping and toying with his balls, running her long fingers against his perineum and his asshole, engulfing him down with the same determination she fought with. And he shuddered and moaned through it, especially when she gripped him tightly in her free hand and it only took a few more seconds before he was using his grip in her hair to pull her head back as his cum spurted from his still stiff dick like it was trying to escape something. 

Kameko sat back with a small cough, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand to get rid of the drool. 

“Six out of ten?” Densetsu dragged a hand over his face. “Eight out of ten.” he quipped back and she laughed hoarsely. “You look annoyed by that.” 

“A lil.” He looked at her oddly, then sat up fully, not bothering to hide the stiffness that was recently making a new esophagus out of her throat. Recognizing the look, Kameko pulled into herself a little. 

“You don’t have to help me out I...” She looked away. “I just wanted a distraction.”

“Who said I didn’t want to help, idiot Kamecchi.”

“Oi.” She slapped at him but caught empty air when he moved his leg, chuckling. “I’m not gonna be the only one to get something out of this.” He paused. “What do you need?”

Kameko thought for a moment. She could say something easy, like his fingers— but they’d be there all night and she didn’t want to cramp his hand up. She was too... mortified to ask him for his mouth— the beginning hints of stubble on his face were one thing but the idea of someone being between her legs was ironically, too overwhelming. But there was... an itch. Deep within. One that’d she’d been meaning to scratch, but hadn’t been able to successfully...

“... You can back out, ok.”

“I won’t.” Of course he’d take it like a challenge. She rolled her eyes. “No I mean,” She covered her eyes in embarrassment, not really sure how to word what she wanted to say next. She blindly groped, then wrapped her hand lightly around his cock when she bumped it, teasing the head again. 

“I... This.” She couldn’t bear to see him, she was mortified. “This is what I want.” Densetsu was silent for a beat, and she knew it, she knew she was overstepping bounds, she shouldn’t have said a damn thing— “How do you want it?” Kameko peeked between her fingers, greeted with Densetsu’s most nonchalant gaze, but if she squinted she could tell he was blushing from the faint redness highlighted by the moonlight across his cheeks. “Really,” She insisted, hiding her face again. “You don’t need to—“

“And you didn’t need to blow me, but you did.” Densetsu countered. His hand reached down and covered the one that was still frozen on his dick, and squeezed both of them, meaningfully. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Sometimes I also want shit... yknow. Inside me.” If god took Kameko out now, she’d be okay with it. “Now tell me how you want it before I come over there.” Kameko let out a startled laugh, finally looking at him. “Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise.” He had that damn determined look on his face again, blush and all, and Kameko’s resolve was weaker than her stomach for good hibachi. She sighed. 

“O... On your back.” 

Densetsu didn’t ask any more questions, and he settled back on the sheets again, making no move to stop Kameko when she finally willed herself to get on all fours and crawl over top of him. She looked down at him, and he up at her, and she sighed again, looking away self consciously before sitting up straight on his lap, his dick nudging against her ass. Her skirts were gathering around her waist, and she stupidly realized she should’ve taken them off before she got on top, but here she was and if she made any move to get off of him, she’d probably go into the closet and perish. “I...” God she could feel it, her whole face was on fucking fire. “It’s... Its easier if I... think of it as like... a dildo...”

“Cool.” Densetsu nodded, as though it made perfect sense, and his hands stayed still at his sides. “Just pretend I’m not here then. Take your time.”

“Pretend you’re not here? It’s your...” She looked down at him. His eyes were closed, as though he were resting. “... Nevermind.” 

It took her a minute to work up the nerve. Remembering there was a clasp on the side that was holding up her skirts helped her get them off without really moving from her place on his lap, and pushing her underwear to the side was easy enough. It was mortifying feeling her cunt begin to drip down onto his pubes and dick, but she felt herself getting wetter all the same. 

“I’m... Gonna stick it in now.”

“Mm, go ahead.” It was honestly remarkable that he was showing this much restraint, to be honest. She didn’t completely believe the narrative that Densetsu was impulsive and careless, but he definitely showed that side of himself to others more often than not. It was a wonder that he could remain so calm when one of his friends was about to sit on his cock, to use him like some human dildo— and the fact that he didn’t care either was also highly confusing. Once again, Kameko realized, she didn’t get anyone in this country, but overthinking this would lead to her never doing it... and her hormones were just about to drive her up the wall. She reached behind herself and grasped at it, still hard and velvety, and lined it up with her entrance. Feeling the head rub against her about sent her over the edge because her fingers nor the cucumbers she sometimes used felt quite like that. Nevertheless however, she sucked in some air and began to slowly lower herself. 

“F— gh— Fuuuuuuck.”

Kameko ruined herself for masturbating forever in one fell swoop. 

The burn, the stretch, feeling his dick carve out places in her and against her walls that even 4 fingers shoved inside of herself couldn’t dream of reaching made something like a train slam into every pleasure center in her brain and she keened. Loudly. She slapped her hands over her mouth self consciously looking down at him to see that he was still laying perfectly still with his eyes closed serenely. 

Sora looks serene when he sleeps.

Her mind unhelpfully supplied this as she continued to sink lower and lower onto Densetsu’s cock, trying to remember how to fucking breathe. She finally felt the tip of him push against her cervix and it was so startling she came, right then and there, her hand still clamped over her mouth to hold back the moan that threatened to rip out of her. 

“Fuck,” she mumbled, when she was able to stop shaking. She put one hand against his abs to hold herself steady, then slowly rose up, letting his cock slowly slide out of her again. She slid back down, and tried not to convulse. “Fuck.” 

She went on like that for a few minutes, slowly rising and falling back on his cock, over sensitive and stimulated, completely fucking wrecked with it. Between that, and her imagination still demanding she think about the great muse of her life while she rode his best friend’s dick— it was hard to stop herself from shuddering and coming. Again. 

And Densetsu was patient; didn’t try to speed her up, seemed perfectly content to lay there and let her shudder and squirm on his lap and give her half of what she’d been craving for months now, but still, it wouldn’t feel right to her if she didn’t... get him off again, in some way. I mean, now they weren’t even because she’d come twice and her body would probably cause her a heart attack in protest if she tried to cut this off now. Her resolve forming again, she took the hand off her mouth she placed it on Densetsu’s chest alongside her other one. 

“Deni.” She whispered. Surprisingly (to her at least), he opened an eye and looked up at her. “Feel good?”

“Y-Yeah. Oh, don’t make that face, fucker.” she hit him, lightly and he laughed. She could feel his hands flexing next to her legs on the bed. “Need something?”

“I... Uh.” Her face was getting hot again and she cursed how easily flustered she got. “You don’t have to just... lay there.”

He chuckled. “I thought you said it was easier, this way.”

“I mean— it is! Was. Hmm. I—“ She paused. “I want to make you feel good too.” She bit her lip. “Just... Just pretend I’m Mei-hime or something. I don’t mind.” Densetsu was giving her another look— like the one he gave her every time he caught her looking after Sora like a lost puppy and she frowned at him. 

“Are you sure? You really don’t mind that?” 

“Of course not.” She knew what he meant— and she didn’t blame him. Her relationship and feelings towards Mei could be complicated sometimes, but only because she was jealous of the attention Sora gave her. But Mei was an angel, a sweetheart, the best girl friend she’d ever had— also, someone that probably looked adorable in bed, if she thought about it actually; maybe she’d give her heart a break and think about that the next time she was horny and needed to get off. But just like how he knew she was in love with Sora, she knew he loved Mei. She wouldn’t be mad at him for not thinking of the person currently shifting on his lap, herself, when she was currently imaging being on top of Sora in the same way. 

“Give and take.” She said, factually. She rolled her hips on him, and it felt much, much different when Densetsu’s hands came up to rest on her hips like that, tightening his grip minutely when she clenched reflexively. “I can even moan cutely for you if you like. Ahn~ Deni~ Be gent— fuck!” At that, Densetsu flipped them over, driving deeper into her cunt and it was only because he was practically crushing her that the moan she let out didn’t turn into a surprised wail. He felt way too good like this way too good, shit—

“What was that for?!”

“Want me to go dig my hands in some ice so my hands are cold on your body?” Densetsu drove his hips forward and the earth dropped from underneath Kameko, holy. Fucking. Shit. His cock rammed up against her cervix with an absolute vengeance and she squirmed under him again, tearing at the sheets like a lifeline. “Holy fuck Deni—“

“Ahh Kameko, you feel so good~” he sang in a higher octave, way too close to Sora’s register and her mind absolutely ran with it, especially when he drove his hips home again making her legitimately see stars. 

“Oh fuck you, that’s a low blow!” Kameko clawed at his back when he started up a rhythm, way, way too intense to be Sora (or was it? God if it wasn’t she’d be done for); his hands too warm and the growls too prominent but her mind couldn’t help it. Everything she felt was him— could so clearly imagine his white hair slicked with sweat, his pretty blue eyes hazy with lust looking down at her, his hiccuping moans she was sure he had when he buried himself deep in her dripping cunt—

And she was sure in Densetsu’s mind, it wasn’t his flat chested friend taking his cock. No, it was a beautiful, voluptuous princess, moaning to high heaven, drooling and squeaking when he pushed deep inside her pussy, begging him to either be gentle or go harder (Kameko would bet someone fifty yen that the princess was a freak, she just felt it); about his childhood friend turned first love. 

And it was okay like this. It was good enough. 

It was good enough when Densetsu took it out to spill his second load, cumming on her stomach and the sheets, and how she followed closely behind, nearly blacking out because it felt too fucking good. 

And as they lay in the aftermath, sated and oversensitive, there was no cuddling. Densetsu sat up and tossed her his shirt, which she used to wipe his cum off of her with (he gave her a noogie for that, but it was worth it), then she picked up her top to slide back on as makeshift pajamas. He pulled his pants on, then reached down to ruffle her hair. “‘M gonna head back to my room ok?”

“Yeah...” She murmured. She could feel the wave of sleep threatening to pull her under, thank god this was her room, somewhere between entering and getting her guts rearranged she must’ve forgotten. Seeing her beginning to drift off, Densetsu stood from the bed, crossing the room towards the door. 

“Night Kamecchi!” 

“Night Idiot Densetsu.”