Being the big spoon had it's perks, with her breasts pressed against Nozomi's back, Mukuro had an easy time cupping and groping the clothed breasts of the other。 Her lips planting kisses and love bites along the neck of the other before reaching one of her hands up to turn Nozomi's head so Mukuro could easily make out with her。
Once their lips were intertwined with one another, instead of returning back to Nozomi's breast, she began to slip her hand lower down her body。 Fingers softly gliding along the fabric of her clothing before settling on the waistband of her bottoms, waiting for permission before furthering her hand down her body。
After a few shots, one daring query, and an uncertain answer later, Nozomi saw herself heading forth into a direction she did not expect at all-- not tonight, shades, not even in her lifetime if she were to be completely honest to herself. She had not felt a single kiss or intimacy in her twenty years of living and while she fully expected a barrage of jeers from Mukuro, one teasing kiss led to another, and another...
Soon, Nozomi stepped in cadence with Mukuro’s lead until she rested on the bed with Mukuro’s warm body pressed firmly against her own. Nozomi’s breath hitched at the feeling of Mukuro’s hand firmly kneading her breasts. Slender fingers laced with Mukuro’s and guided in the movement while soft, pleasured whimpers escaped from the green-haired girl’s throat.
Nozomi closed her eyes while she brought her hand up to caress Mukuro’s cheek and indulge in the wrestling of their lips and tongues. “Keep going.” The younger woman pleaded in a whisper, the thirst from her breath reflected in her needy, half-lidded gaze.