Yeah, [she manages, letting out a startled little cry when she feels his lips against her nipple. If he wants encouragement, that's what she'll give him, letting both hands skate along his bare upper back before tracing up the back of his neck and twining into his hair as if to keep him right there. She's never considered herself an attention-seeker, but it feels really, really good to have someone's attention entirely on her. To have Scott's attention entirely on her.
She arches her back a little with another soft little noise to try to encourage him without words to go further, shifting her weight on the bed to hook one of her legs around his as if she could somehow pull him closer. Not the best angle, but there's so much she wants to do and only so much of him she can reach as they are right now.]
[The grip in his hair is unexpected and he lightly groans, mostly from the slight demand, because the hold isn't painful or anything, just the implication that she wants him there and paying attention makes him hot. Scott's not sure what that says about him, that he enjoys being bossed around in bed, but uh, guess he's finding new things about himself with each minute. Honestly, he didn't think he get this far with any girl before graduating high school at least.]
Um, let me know if uh, it's... too much or something. Or if I'm doing something you don't like.
[It feels a little ridiculous saying that right now, especially with her hand still gripping his strands and her leg around his, but he just wants to be sure!! Also, he's saying all this to her boob and it's a little silly.
His tongue darts out to skirt the skin around her nipple at first, and it's not like he expected Kotone to also taste cute as well, but he finds himself wanting more anyway, determined to take in every part of her that he can reach. He slides his tongue over to her tip once more, teasing her and leaving wet trails to the open air, before he slowly closes his lips around her nipple. And sucks lightly.
Scott hasn't mastered the idea of multitasking though, because his other hand has stilled on her breast. It's mostly more instinct than anything else that he shifts his lower body against hers, and grinds slightly, suddenly feeling a little desperate to get some pressure there.]
[Wow, getting to imagine life after graduation. Couldn't be her!
Still, she doesn't miss that little groan when she twines her fingers gently into his hair, filing that away to remember later. She wants to learn more about what he likes, what feels good for him, what's fun for him -- but not enough to stop him from doing what he's doing. Wait, he said something, what was it-]
Y-yeah, I will! [she promises quickly, torn between wanting to kiss him to try to reassure him, and wanting to see what he's going to do next. Luckily she doesn't have long to debate that, because she can feel his tongue against her skin, stealing away anything else she might have said in reassurance in another shuddering exhale. If anything her breathing gets shorter and faster, a few little whines escaping between breaths as her leg tightens around him and her fingers grip his hair.
A lower moan as he sucks on her nipple, and more by instinct than conscious intent, she pulls his head a little closer as if to encourage him to take more of her breast in his mouth. At the same time, he grinds down against her, and it's enough to make her dizzy as she rocks back against him almost desperately. But wait, there was something she'd wanted to say, even as her heel digs into the back of his leg hard enough to bruise.]
Y-you have to tell me if- if there's something you wanna do, o-or something you don't like, [she manages through shaky breaths. It's important, he has to know it goes both ways.]
[He hears her answer, and honestly, he doesn't feel the need to ask again because he's far more distracted with what he's doing now. She said she'll say something if she doesn't like it and really, that's all he needs to hear, because with every gasp and every whine that escapes her lips, he feels his need for her grow. It's hard to compare if he'd feel this way having sex with just any girl, but honestly, he's not going to think about that. Why would he??
A muffled, but still audible moan leaves Scott when she demands more from him, feeling her fingers tighten in his hair. Following her guidance, his head draws closer to her breast to take more, his tongue dedicatedly working to constantly tease her nipple that's resting entirely inside the warmth of his mouth now, while his hand that's cupping her squeezes every so often.
Just knowing that she wants more of him, more of what he's doing, and have her encouragingly be a bit more forceful while taking what she wants, it's fucking hot. Almost embarrassingly, he feels his boxers start to stick to his dick, with his jeans growing increasingly uncomfortable, a small whine of his own vibrating against the breast that's still inside his mouth, as he rubs his pelvis against hers in a rocking motion. He barely notices her heel digging into his leg, just desperate for her.
Eventually needing to breathe, Scott pulls his mouth away, panting softly against her, his breaths providing a light tickling sensation for a moment, before he straightens up just slightly to look down at her. It's also like he finally remembered that he has another hand as well, and he digs the tip of his finger into her breast, pushing down against the raised nipple as he stares at her saliva covered one with a deep flush, almost fascinated.
Oh right, she asked him something right? Or wanted him to promise as well.]
Oh, of course, yeah. [He answers with a slight shortness of breath. His mind may also be a little fried.]
[She tries lifting her shoulder a little, trying to remind him that she has two breasts, Scott-!! But honestly, the attention to just the one is enough that she doesn't push it too hard, tipping her head back against the bed and letting herself get lost in the heady heat of his mouth against sensitive skin and the rock of his hips against hers.
There's no stopping a quiet whine of disappointment when he draws back to breathe, opening her eyes to gaze up at him with hair disheveled and cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. Something about being with him, right now, having his attention totally focused on making her feel good, makes it feel more than times before with others. Maybe it's just because it's Scott, which is a little scary to think about. So she won't-!
But while he's distracted, she tugs gently at his hair again, trying to guide him up into an almost frantic kiss. Intense, but quick -- breaking the kiss, she leans up, lips against his ear, to whisper a demand,] Switch. Let me on top. [And as if to drive the point home, she wraps her legs around him and bucks her hips to try to force him over.]
[The disheveled look looks good on her, as cute as she is when her hair is nicely combed and everything. It calls on that want that's been building in him, and he continues to almost idly thumb the nipple in his hand, his nail scraping gently against the sensitive skin there. Scott considers resuming his earlier task, but the tug in his hair brings his attention back up to her and he easily lets himself be pulled up, his mouth opening and already panting as they come together in a kiss that feels just a bit more desperate than before.
A small noise, one that he can't control, leaves Scott as she pulls away, but the disappointment about the short kiss doesn't last long, with his ears reddening when she whispers her demand to him. Holy fuck, man?? His heart beats a tad quicker when she wraps her legs around him, almost reinforcing the fact that was less of a request and he's more than happy to oblige. Scott thrusts against their still clothed lower halves once, twice, before he rolls them over so she can be on top with his legs spread out around her.]
Uh, holy shit, Kotone.
[Is caveman talk all he's capable of right now?? He looks at her from their switched positions, his own hair a mess partly from the pulling, loosened from the gel that normally keeps it in place. It's definitely gotten longer as well, almost growing past his shades, but Scott doesn't let that distract him as he smiles at her with a flustered expression.]
You don't want me to... suck on you any longer? [Dirty talk is definitely not familiar to him, and a part of Scott is a little embarrassed asking that, but uh, genuine question?] Seemed like you were enjoying it.
[She can't help but laugh a little at his eloquence, less because it's funny and more because she's having fun. He looks good with his hair mussed up like this, and before she can stop herself, she leans down and twines her fingers into his hair again, purposefully threading her fingers through in an intentional effort to destroy the style.]
Maybe later! [Her playful grin renders it more promise than suggestion as she shifts one knee closer, pressing it deliberately between his legs.] It's your birthday, though...
[Freeing his hair, she leans back a little more, her hands slowly making their way down his chest, fingertips grazing his nipples before continuing lower. Listen, even she gets a little embarrassed by talking about this kind of stuff instead of just doing it, but for Scott, well... he's already opened up this kind of talking, so...!]
Want me to use my hands? [She presses gentle fingernails into the soft skin above his waistband and gives him a bit of a sharper grin.] My mouth? [Her hands slowly make their way back up his chest as she leans in and presses a lightly sucking open-mouthed kiss to the side of his throat before leaning up to whisper in his ear again.] Something else?
[His hair is far from salvageable at this point, so Scott doesn't even complain.]
L-later then, oh... god!
[A sharp whine rips from his throat when her knee presses between his legs, his body rocking back in response to seek more of that relief but it's not quite enough. A part of him wonders if he should be embarrassed making all these noises in bed. Maybe, but also, Scott doesn't care because he's with the cutest girl that he knows and everyone else can fuck off. Plus, it seems like she enjoys it when he does that... like when he enjoys it when she moans for him.
He squirms when her hands trail down his chest, just grinding himself more against her knee with little control as he tilts his face to the side with a painted blush. Okay, maybe he can actually get off this way, but he doesn't want to end too soon... especially as Kotone starts making a few suggestions.]
Uhh... [How is he supposed to make a decision when his blood isn't really in his head anymore?? Scott looks back down as she continues to tease him, feeling his skin pebble as she brings her hands back up and Scott tilts his throat so that she can have easier access as she sucks briefly on it.]
Yes? Everything-- I mean, if you want to. I, I just never done this before. [A little embarrassing admitting that... but he just wanted to say it. It's all just a bit overwhelming, and it's partly because of that he draws his right hand up to take her hand in his before squeezing it.]
I want to be inside you. [In her mouth or her vagina, he doesn't know. He probably won't last long enough for both.]
[Something about that whine sends a flush of heat pounding through her entire body, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. He's so different from how quiet Akira had been, and honestly? She likes it more, hearing his voice, hearing how much he's enjoying it...
She opens her mouth and shifts just a little bit back down to run her tongue up his throat, only the lightest press of teeth threatening an obvious bruise if she bites down. What kind of sound would he make if she did something like that...? He takes her hand, though, and she pauses, using that grip on his hand to center herself. It's kind of funny how something as simple as holding hands almost feels more intimate than anything else they've done in the last several minutes, huh? She glances at their joined hands, then back up to read what she can of his expression, taking the moment to catch her breath.
Before answering, she leans up and presses a short, tender kiss to his lips, feeling her cheeks somehow managing to flush even deeper as she squeezes his hand.]
I want to do this with you, [she murmurs, stealing another kiss from his lips. If he wants to be inside her, though, that sounds like only one thing to her, though. Exhaling another little breath against his lips, she shifts off him but doesn't go far, just reaching past their poor, forgotten sandwiches to dig around inside her back on her desk. A beat later, and she tosses an almost silly grin at him -- and also a condom, landing right on his chest as her flush creeps further down her neck again. Her smile equal parts playful, fond, and a little embarrassed as she meets his eyes again.] Anything you want to do, I want to do it with you.
[His breath hitches and his throat visibly swallows when he feels the press of her teeth against him. The thought of her marking him somehow makes him even more flustered, like she owns him and maybe it's his dick talking, but he's fully on board with such a blatant display to others. Scott doesn't suggest it though, not yet, and strokes the fingers in his hand in a smoothing manner, as if he's trying to ground her too, just for a moment. Maybe she doesn't need it, and he falls easily to her kiss with one last brush of her knuckles.
Those poor sandwiches though... Scott won't forget their sacrifice, especially not as the sandwich king. He salutes, mentally, at least, because he's distracted enough just watching Kotone as she digs through her bag, before an object is tossed towards his way.
And oh.
He looks at the condom that's on his chest and the implications alone are enough to get Scott to wet his lips, his tongue darting out as he shakily takes a hold of the package. S-so, they're really gonna do this, huh? He feels his blood pulse, as he toys at the wrapper for a second.]
Yeah, I want to do this with you too.
[For a moment, he feels his head become clear, and he smiles at her, the fondness in her expression causing his heart to beat faster against his chest as he returns that look with his own. He's not sure if he can fully describe how he feels about her right now, but for once, he wished that he could take off his shades so that she can read the look in his eyes.] And anything you want from me, I want to do it too.
[Okay maybe not 100% everything but he's not gonna clarify that right now.]
[Not for the first time, she wishes she could see his eyes. He's expressive enough that it's not hard to read his face, but it would be nice to see. There's something a little scary about it, too, though, a depth of emotion she can only guess at.
So instead of saying anything else, she just shifts closer to kiss him again, one hand supporting her weight on the bed, the other lingering against his cheek for a long moment. Long enough that she's out of breath by the time she's forced to pull back. Maybe that's answer enough; she can't know how deeply he feels, she doesn't even know how deeply she feels herself, but maybe he can feel it through that kind of gesture. Another beat, and she leans up, pressing a kiss just above his shades.
When she pulls back, though, it's with her usual slightly mischievous grin as her hand moves from his cheek down his body. Her palm grinds, just a little, against the obvious bulge as her fingers toy with the button of his jeans.]
You'd better get these off then, huh? [she murmurs breathlessly with a grin and a wink.]
[The kiss certainly says enough, at least Scott is going to take that as affirmation, his tongue licking her lips as she pulls away. He's willing to give everything that he has, that he is for her, and it's definitely his hormones talking right now, but he truly has deep feelings for her.
He almost melts when she places a kiss right above his glasses, although a tiny thought of concern pops in his head about his shades getting knocked off during this. He's sure that Hank didn't design his sunglasses with this in mind, but honestly, the last person he wants to think about is Professor McCoy as Kotone draws her hand down and presses against his need, his toes curling just from that touch alone. I-It'll be fine, yeah.
Scott's almost jealous how she can go from being so soft with him to giving him that mischievous smile and grinding her hand against his frustratingly still clothed length.]
G-Going to help me with that?
[The smallest attempt to sound cool, but it probably falls on its face, given that his question comes in an almost breathless gasp, his head tossed back as he bucks into her palm with another whimper and his legs widening more. He's probably getting impatient and the thought of being buried inside her makes him clench the condom that's in his grasp, but also, getting teased like this is fun. Fuck, is he weird or something?? Maybe the jocks at his old school were right calling him a freak, but Scott puts no other thought into it, just chasing that heat that's building in his spine.
Despite his words, his free hand reaches down and towards the button of his jeans, his fingers touching hers while trying to get that stupid button pulled. Why are clothes like this???]
[Her smile turns just the slightly bit impish at his question, and only intensifies at that whimper. The sound alone sends a hot spike through her blood for a reason she can't really explain -- is it about taking control? making him feel good? some weird combination of both? Anyway, to answer,]
Nope!
[Especially not if his hand is down there anyway. She grins at him and shifts her fingers away from his to instead press harder just below, rubbing him through the fabric. Is this making it harder for him to get his jeans open? That's fine, her other hand running up his still-clothed inner thigh. Is it weird to want to hear him whimper again? To hear what other sounds he might make? Maybe, but it's fun, and she isn't going to worry about what's weird or not when they're like this and Scott's clearly enjoying himself.]
[Her name comes out as a whine at the increased pressure, while nearly cursing the two layers that separate her hand from him. Be nice if his mutant power was just to suddenly get rid of his clothes (guess his optic blasts technically could, but also, no), but Scott finds himself wetly panting up at the ceiling through the hue of his red lenses. Honestly, at this point though, he would blame Kotone for making him see different colors.
His thigh jerks in her grip at the added touch, an extra noise escaping from his throat that sounds like a combination of a whimper and a laugh. He didn't even know the buildup to sex could be this much, but he definitely wants to do it again, with her.
But probably should uh actually get there first. If he can last that long and god, he better. How embarrassing would it be if he just fucking climaxed in his pants?? Kotone would probably never want to do it again with him. It's that thought that pushes his determination to get the rest of his clothes off.
His fingers continue to falter and slip past the button until he just releases his hold on the condom to aid his other hand in getting rid of his jeans. This is clearly not a one hand job, it almost doesn't feel like a two hand job, as his fingers continue to shake while threading the button through the hole and yanking the zipper down without much finesse. Hard part over?? But with his erection still pushing against his boxers and the denim of his jeans, it's not enough.
Somehow, through his heat-riddled thoughts, he manages to put together a cohesive sentence.]
Y-you know, you still haven't taken your skirt off.
[To borrow from Scott -- holy shit. The sound of her name sparks a startled gasp from between her lips, her fingers pressing just that little bit harder against him. It's hardly the first time he's said her name, but saying it like that, his head thrown back, does something she can't quite explain and tenses something deep in her core.
But oh, what? Her skirt? She hadn't forgotten about it, and she laughs a little breathlessly as she finally gives him a bit of a break by resting both hands on either thigh.]
Don't have to! [Benefit of wearing a skirt instead of pants -- she doesn't even have to bother taking it off! But she does want Scott to get his pants off, or at least down, so she relents and draws back, rolling off him entirely to fiddle with the zipper of her skirt.] C'mon, get your pants off already! [she prompts with another laugh, tossing him a quick grin. Hooking her fingers into the hem of her skirt, she tugs it off and tosses it in the vague direction of her laundry basket, gasping a little at the suddenly cool air against the wet cotton of her panties. If he has the presence of mind to remember what her bra looked like, her panties match, a light shade of pink with a little bow on the front.
Still, that she doesn't take off yet, crawling closer to him and stealing his lips for another desperate kiss, as if even that little time apart had been too long.]
[A brief image rolls into his mind, of Kotone just wearing her skirt while riding him into the mattress, and is he some sexual deviant??? An unsolicited moan breaks out from Scott at the thought, his hips instinctively pumping up, but as she reaches back to take off her skirt, he rushes to pull the rest of his pants off before just kicking it unceremoniously to the ground. There, take that, stupid jeans.
His eyes briefly shut when the cool air brushes past the obvious wetspot in his gray boxers, and it almost feels like the fucking atmosphere is teasing him now, but he doesn't keep them closed for long as he wants to take in Kotone's whole appearance, wearing only just her panties now. Scott pulls her close as she crawls to him, and he gratefully locks his mouth with hers, his tongue touching hers, to return that desperate kiss. They're definitely getting closer and closer... and it just feels nice to feel her against him, her warmth against his.
With a flush that's going past his neck, he trails both of his hands down, one stopping at her curve while the other continues downward. It reaches to the top of her panties, in which Scott briefly pulls at the edge, before he resumes to dig his nail into the small bow that's decorating the front. Y-yeah, they sure are matching panties and bra, making Scott briefly wonder if she wanted to do something like this all along. Or she's just always so cute. Either way, he finds himself almost fascinated as he continues to trace his fingers down, before feeling the wet cotton and pressing lightly against it.
Holy fuck.]
Wow, you're uh wet.
[He mumbles against her lips and thank you Captain Obvious?? Scott blushes as the full implication of that hits him; Kotone's wet because of him and really, he can't think of anything hotter than that right now. He rubs and presses his fingers against the soaked cotton even more, if just to have some small payback for her teasing earlier.]
[It has to be kind of weird how intense it feels to kiss Scott, right? Vaguely, the thought crosses her mind that maybe it's the danger of his shades getting knocked off that adds an extra layer to all of this, but that sounds like the kind of freak shit Akira and Akechi get up to, and she definitely doesn't want to think about that right now! Especially not when his hands are following the curves of her body, a low moan building against his lips that sharpens into a surprised almost-squeak when he suddenly digs his nail in against sensitive skin. Her toes curl and her cheeks flare red, because she hadn't expected it to feel so good, and she can't help but laugh again against his lips.]
Y-your fault, [she manages through pants for breath, unable to bite back another breathy moan as she rocks shamelessly into his hand.] You can -- ah! -- you can take 'em off if you want...
[Her panties, that is. There's not much she wouldn't do if Scott asked right now, as long as he keeps touching her like that.]
His fault for how wet she is right now, for how she's panting and moaning against his mouth, and how she's moving against his hand as if seeking even more friction or pressure against her most sensitive area. Almost mindlessly, he pushes his hand into the cloth for a moment and massages, wanting more of her reaction, before he moves both of his hands to grab the top of her panties and give a light little tug.]
Just a guess, but think you want them off too.
[He starts pulling them down, and he cranes his neck down to get the best glimpse he can, as he removes that final layer off her-- as much as he can at least. Scott bites his lip and feels his boxers become even more sodden, but he doesn't have in it him to care right now, even as his hips twitch in anticipation.]
[Her moan is closer to a shout when his fingers dip inside, clenching instinctively around him and shuddering as she keeps chasing that rush of white-hot pleasure. She might have been the one to tell him to take her panties off, but is it too late to change her mind and just ride his fingers a little longer? She can't quite bite back a little whine of disappointment, but shimmies out of her panties easily enough, taking them from his hands and tossing them over her shoulder in the same general direction as her forgotten skirt.]
Get your boxers off now, [she orders with what she hopes is a grin, but really just looks desperate as she makes a grab for the condom he'd dropped and rips it open. She could tease him all day and enjoy herself, but once his fingers are on her, that's it! Don't make her wait any more!] Let me ride you.
[In case there was any doubt. Maybe another time (next time?) she'll let him rail her, but this time, she wants to be the one in control. She has no idea if it's better for him that way or not, but... probably, right? Since he's never done this before.]
[Why is it so fucking hot when she acts so bossy? Scott barely has time to appreciate her nude body, with everything bare for him to finally look at, as that sudden order grabs his attention and he hastily moves to comply. Because as much as he loves teasing her and drawing out those little gasps and moans, he still wants everything she has to offer. That teasing warmth he felt just through the cotton of her panties... he knows it can be a lot more and Scott can feel his heart race at the thought.
He grabs his boxers and almost a little too roughly shoves them down his legs and off, throwing them somewhere on the ground as he bites his lip, looking at his hard dick and the fact that he's also fucking wet for her, a couple more beads of precum emerging from his tip. Is it embarrassing? Maybe, but also the dumb teenager part of his brain hopes that uh, he's... a good enough size and everything for her. It's not like he compares dicks with other dudes and crap, but he thinks he's average, maybe a little longer? He doesn't know, but he swallows and nods when he hears what she wants to do, his legs spreading a little more as his pelvis jerks slightly against the bed.
It helps knowing that she looks almost as wanton as him.]
Okay, yeah. That sounds hot. [Dirty talk still bad, but he looks up at her with a slightly flushed face before nodding. No going back, not that he'd want to. He swallows past the sudden lump in his throat and it also feels dry, watching her hover above him with the condom in hand and it's almost funny he's going to lose his virginity in this strange world, away from his life back home.
He reaches up with his hands to undo the hair clips that's been keeping them in that cute style, before smiling as her hair falls to her shoulders.]
[She ignores the boxers joining the rest of their piles of clothes all over her once-clean floor, instead focused on him. Without really being conscious of it, she licks her lips, almost tempted to forget her initial plan and just wrap her lips around his dick instead, wanting to taste those few drops. It certainly doesn't seem like she's worried about his size if the almost hungry grin she's giving him is any indication, but- focus!! Suck his dick next time!
But in spite of her playful, almost predatory grin, she's gentle as her fingertips trace a line up his dick, rubbing her thumb over the head to collect some of that precum before shifting her grip to hold him steady enough to roll the condom on. At least it's not so easy that it looks like she's done it too many times before? If that's something he's even thinking about. Then his hands are in her hair and- oh.
She rarely wears her hair down, even when she sleeps. But Scott likes it like this, huh? She can't help but give him a bit of an embarrassed smile, shaking her head a little to let her hair, wavy from its almost perpetual ponytail, fall more naturally around her shoulders.]
Yeah, [she manages finally in response, shifting to straddle him more completely and once again gently gripping his dick in one hand.] I really want to do this with you...
[A little breathless, she spreads her legs and lowers herself slowly onto him. Maybe it's just been a while, but he feels big, her mouth falling open as her head tips back, trying to take him in without going too fast and overwhelming him.]
[The true victim in all this, Kotone's floor, but also, Scott's brain is definitely elsewhere, because he's never had anyone look at him in that way before, like she's ready to devour him. Like yeah, makes sense, since first time he's ever been naked with anyone, but a slight noise escapes his throat-- one that transforms into a low moan as her fingertips trail up his cock. His thighs quiver as he tries to stop himself from jerking too much just from that slight touch, her bare skin against his sensitive dick already a lot to handle and fuck, is he dripping more?
Sure, it's not like he's never masturbated before, but it's different because it's her thumb rubbing over his head and causing him to jerk his head back against her bed as she wastes no time rolling the condom on. She's definitely had some practice with it and maybe that means she's done this before, but Scott doesn't really care, he just wants this to be good for the both of them. He just hopes he doesn't immediately come and ruin it.
At least seeing Kotone with her hair fully down, as she gives it a light shake, is a small distraction, because he's enamored by just how beautiful she is. How is he so lucky??? It's not a dream, somehow.]
Glad to know--
[A choked noise leaves Scott as she slowly starts to lower herself onto him, and his head leans back in the bed with his eyes shutting tight just from the clutch of her heat that's enveloped the head of his dick. It's overwhelming and his hands bury and twist into the sheets by his sides, as he tries to keep still for her. T-that's what he should do, right? Oh, and watch... watch her be taken by him. Or more accurately, watch her take him.
He lifts his head slightly and forces himself to look back down, his eyes captivated as he watches more and more of himself slowly disappear into her body, and he wants that visual to be burned into his memory forever. And her internal warmth, with her wet folds clenching and wrapping tightly around his erection, causes him to moan loudly, with another helpless cry breaking out as he's unable to stop himself from bucking up into her heat. Scott probably couldn't stay quiet even if he wanted to.]
A-ah! You're so warm! And you feel so good...
[Okay maybe the other teens were right at school when they said that sex was amazing, because holy shit, yeah.]
[Her floor and those sandwiches, truly suffering. May their sacrifice never be forgotten.
Her breath comes in short, quick little pants as she lowers herself onto him, one hand against the base of his dick, the other splayed on his stomach for balance. There's something powerful about watching him grasp at her sheets and almost -- almost! -- makes her want to go more slowly, really drag it out. Then he bucks up into her, and she couldn't stifle her sharp cry of need even if she'd wanted to, riding down into him to take him completely inside.
Again, she can't help but laugh a little, overwhelmed with the heat and sweat, the sheer warmth of being filled by him and completely connected to him. It's something she won't forget so quickly, and she can only hope it's the same for him. Her eyes sparkle, just a bit, as she leans forward, moaning softly at the movement of his dick inside her, and grabs his hands, prying them off the bed and bringing them to her waist instead.]
Hold on! [she warns with another breathless little laugh, settling back onto him before rocking forward again with another quiet moan, driven less by experience and more by the need to keep going, to let him completely consume every thought until the only thing she can think about and feel is him. ]
[His stomach undulates under her hand as he takes in quick short breaths, feeling like he's run a marathon, when in actuality, all he's done is lie here and let Kotone take full control of the situation, of him. He's glad she's into it too because it's so much. He wants to give her everything that he has and another loud cry, mixed with a small breathless laugh, leaves him as she does so, taking the last inch of him as she settles fully onto his dick.
Fuck. Holy shit. He's really fully in her. It's her heat that's fully encasing him right now. Her bare pelvis meeting his.
Positive? He didn't orgasm immediately. He doesn't have to bury his face into the pillow and never leave the house again. Well, considering this is Kotone's bed in the first place, he'd probably have to do a walk of shame right off a cliff or something, yeah, that sounds reasonable.
For a long while, Scott keeps his eyes focused on where they're joined, his panting increasing while sweat rolls down into his hair and face. Another loud moan breaks out as she shifts against him, but he finally looks up at her with an expression that's almost intense, with desire, heat, and something a little deeper clearly visible on his face.]
A-as if I'd let you go.
[He manages, matching her laugh. His hands grip her small waist as she starts riding him, instinctively clenching them further as he helps guide her rocking, even if she probably doesn't need it. However, he hopes it encourages her as he thrusts his head back again, his mouth wide open and panting at the ceiling, briefly but completely overwhelmed as they start building a rhythm. Caring slightly less about holding back, Scott lets his hips jerk up into her clenching body, wanting to chase more of that heat-- more of that pleasure, and hear her cry out as well.]
[His face says a lot more than his words ever could. Her fingers twitch as she meets his eyes, wishing once again that she could see them without their stupid red lenses, especially when he's looking at her like that. Like she's the most precious thing in the world, like she's the only thing he cares about in this moment. Something thuds almost painfully in her chest as she reaches out with shaky fingers to caress his cheek, as if she could burn that look of his into her mind forever.]
Scott... [she doesn't know what else she can say to that, need laced through his name. Maybe next time, after it's not so new, she can try to persuade him to do this without his glasses on -- the thought sends a sharp shiver of desire through her, and she clenches just that little bit tighter around him as she rocks forward. God, he looks good like that, head thrown back, panting for breath -- and then, just as he wanted, when he suddenly thrusts up harder, her eyes go wide with the sudden cry of surprise and wanton pleasure. What had he said? "Don't hold back?"]
Y-yeah, okay! [Pupils blown wide and hair sticking to her neck with sweat, she leans back, dragging her hands along his skin until she can trace them up her own body, less because it feels good (even though it really, really does) and more because she wants his attention completely on her, as weird as it is. The new position drives him in at a little bit of a different angle, just that little bit deeper, and she moans with abandon as she brings her hands up to desperately try to pull her hair back, out of her eyes so she can still see him without losing their rhythm.] C-can you go harder?
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She arches her back a little with another soft little noise to try to encourage him without words to go further, shifting her weight on the bed to hook one of her legs around his as if she could somehow pull him closer. Not the best angle, but there's so much she wants to do and only so much of him she can reach as they are right now.]
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Um, let me know if uh, it's... too much or something. Or if I'm doing something you don't like.
[It feels a little ridiculous saying that right now, especially with her hand still gripping his strands and her leg around his, but he just wants to be sure!! Also, he's saying all this to her boob and it's a little silly.
His tongue darts out to skirt the skin around her nipple at first, and it's not like he expected Kotone to also taste cute as well, but he finds himself wanting more anyway, determined to take in every part of her that he can reach. He slides his tongue over to her tip once more, teasing her and leaving wet trails to the open air, before he slowly closes his lips around her nipple. And sucks lightly.
Scott hasn't mastered the idea of multitasking though, because his other hand has stilled on her breast. It's mostly more instinct than anything else that he shifts his lower body against hers, and grinds slightly, suddenly feeling a little desperate to get some pressure there.]
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Still, she doesn't miss that little groan when she twines her fingers gently into his hair, filing that away to remember later. She wants to learn more about what he likes, what feels good for him, what's fun for him -- but not enough to stop him from doing what he's doing. Wait, he said something, what was it-]
Y-yeah, I will! [she promises quickly, torn between wanting to kiss him to try to reassure him, and wanting to see what he's going to do next. Luckily she doesn't have long to debate that, because she can feel his tongue against her skin, stealing away anything else she might have said in reassurance in another shuddering exhale. If anything her breathing gets shorter and faster, a few little whines escaping between breaths as her leg tightens around him and her fingers grip his hair.
A lower moan as he sucks on her nipple, and more by instinct than conscious intent, she pulls his head a little closer as if to encourage him to take more of her breast in his mouth. At the same time, he grinds down against her, and it's enough to make her dizzy as she rocks back against him almost desperately. But wait, there was something she'd wanted to say, even as her heel digs into the back of his leg hard enough to bruise.]
Y-you have to tell me if- if there's something you wanna do, o-or something you don't like, [she manages through shaky breaths. It's important, he has to know it goes both ways.]
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A muffled, but still audible moan leaves Scott when she demands more from him, feeling her fingers tighten in his hair. Following her guidance, his head draws closer to her breast to take more, his tongue dedicatedly working to constantly tease her nipple that's resting entirely inside the warmth of his mouth now, while his hand that's cupping her squeezes every so often.
Just knowing that she wants more of him, more of what he's doing, and have her encouragingly be a bit more forceful while taking what she wants, it's fucking hot. Almost embarrassingly, he feels his boxers start to stick to his dick, with his jeans growing increasingly uncomfortable, a small whine of his own vibrating against the breast that's still inside his mouth, as he rubs his pelvis against hers in a rocking motion. He barely notices her heel digging into his leg, just desperate for her.
Eventually needing to breathe, Scott pulls his mouth away, panting softly against her, his breaths providing a light tickling sensation for a moment, before he straightens up just slightly to look down at her. It's also like he finally remembered that he has another hand as well, and he digs the tip of his finger into her breast, pushing down against the raised nipple as he stares at her saliva covered one with a deep flush, almost fascinated.
Oh right, she asked him something right? Or wanted him to promise as well.]
Oh, of course, yeah. [He answers with a slight shortness of breath. His mind may also be a little fried.]
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There's no stopping a quiet whine of disappointment when he draws back to breathe, opening her eyes to gaze up at him with hair disheveled and cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. Something about being with him, right now, having his attention totally focused on making her feel good, makes it feel more than times before with others. Maybe it's just because it's Scott, which is a little scary to think about. So she won't-!
But while he's distracted, she tugs gently at his hair again, trying to guide him up into an almost frantic kiss. Intense, but quick -- breaking the kiss, she leans up, lips against his ear, to whisper a demand,] Switch. Let me on top. [And as if to drive the point home, she wraps her legs around him and bucks her hips to try to force him over.]
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A small noise, one that he can't control, leaves Scott as she pulls away, but the disappointment about the short kiss doesn't last long, with his ears reddening when she whispers her demand to him. Holy fuck, man?? His heart beats a tad quicker when she wraps her legs around him, almost reinforcing the fact that was less of a request and he's more than happy to oblige. Scott thrusts against their still clothed lower halves once, twice, before he rolls them over so she can be on top with his legs spread out around her.]
Uh, holy shit, Kotone.
[Is caveman talk all he's capable of right now?? He looks at her from their switched positions, his own hair a mess partly from the pulling, loosened from the gel that normally keeps it in place. It's definitely gotten longer as well, almost growing past his shades, but Scott doesn't let that distract him as he smiles at her with a flustered expression.]
You don't want me to... suck on you any longer? [Dirty talk is definitely not familiar to him, and a part of Scott is a little embarrassed asking that, but uh, genuine question?] Seemed like you were enjoying it.
[Blatantly saying stuff like that out loud.....]
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Maybe later! [Her playful grin renders it more promise than suggestion as she shifts one knee closer, pressing it deliberately between his legs.] It's your birthday, though...
[Freeing his hair, she leans back a little more, her hands slowly making their way down his chest, fingertips grazing his nipples before continuing lower. Listen, even she gets a little embarrassed by talking about this kind of stuff instead of just doing it, but for Scott, well... he's already opened up this kind of talking, so...!]
Want me to use my hands? [She presses gentle fingernails into the soft skin above his waistband and gives him a bit of a sharper grin.] My mouth? [Her hands slowly make their way back up his chest as she leans in and presses a lightly sucking open-mouthed kiss to the side of his throat before leaning up to whisper in his ear again.] Something else?
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L-later then, oh... god!
[A sharp whine rips from his throat when her knee presses between his legs, his body rocking back in response to seek more of that relief but it's not quite enough. A part of him wonders if he should be embarrassed making all these noises in bed. Maybe, but also, Scott doesn't care because he's with the cutest girl that he knows and everyone else can fuck off. Plus, it seems like she enjoys it when he does that... like when he enjoys it when she moans for him.
He squirms when her hands trail down his chest, just grinding himself more against her knee with little control as he tilts his face to the side with a painted blush. Okay, maybe he can actually get off this way, but he doesn't want to end too soon... especially as Kotone starts making a few suggestions.]
Uhh... [How is he supposed to make a decision when his blood isn't really in his head anymore?? Scott looks back down as she continues to tease him, feeling his skin pebble as she brings her hands back up and Scott tilts his throat so that she can have easier access as she sucks briefly on it.]
Yes? Everything-- I mean, if you want to. I, I just never done this before. [A little embarrassing admitting that... but he just wanted to say it. It's all just a bit overwhelming, and it's partly because of that he draws his right hand up to take her hand in his before squeezing it.]
I want to be inside you. [In her mouth or her vagina, he doesn't know. He probably won't last long enough for both.]
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She opens her mouth and shifts just a little bit back down to run her tongue up his throat, only the lightest press of teeth threatening an obvious bruise if she bites down. What kind of sound would he make if she did something like that...? He takes her hand, though, and she pauses, using that grip on his hand to center herself. It's kind of funny how something as simple as holding hands almost feels more intimate than anything else they've done in the last several minutes, huh? She glances at their joined hands, then back up to read what she can of his expression, taking the moment to catch her breath.
Before answering, she leans up and presses a short, tender kiss to his lips, feeling her cheeks somehow managing to flush even deeper as she squeezes his hand.]
I want to do this with you, [she murmurs, stealing another kiss from his lips. If he wants to be inside her, though, that sounds like only one thing to her, though. Exhaling another little breath against his lips, she shifts off him but doesn't go far, just reaching past their poor, forgotten sandwiches to dig around inside her back on her desk. A beat later, and she tosses an almost silly grin at him -- and also a condom, landing right on his chest as her flush creeps further down her neck again. Her smile equal parts playful, fond, and a little embarrassed as she meets his eyes again.] Anything you want to do, I want to do it with you.
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Those poor sandwiches though... Scott won't forget their sacrifice, especially not as the sandwich king. He salutes, mentally, at least, because he's distracted enough just watching Kotone as she digs through her bag, before an object is tossed towards his way.
And oh.
He looks at the condom that's on his chest and the implications alone are enough to get Scott to wet his lips, his tongue darting out as he shakily takes a hold of the package. S-so, they're really gonna do this, huh? He feels his blood pulse, as he toys at the wrapper for a second.]
Yeah, I want to do this with you too.
[For a moment, he feels his head become clear, and he smiles at her, the fondness in her expression causing his heart to beat faster against his chest as he returns that look with his own. He's not sure if he can fully describe how he feels about her right now, but for once, he wished that he could take off his shades so that she can read the look in his eyes.] And anything you want from me, I want to do it too.
[Okay maybe not 100% everything but he's not gonna clarify that right now.]
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So instead of saying anything else, she just shifts closer to kiss him again, one hand supporting her weight on the bed, the other lingering against his cheek for a long moment. Long enough that she's out of breath by the time she's forced to pull back. Maybe that's answer enough; she can't know how deeply he feels, she doesn't even know how deeply she feels herself, but maybe he can feel it through that kind of gesture. Another beat, and she leans up, pressing a kiss just above his shades.
When she pulls back, though, it's with her usual slightly mischievous grin as her hand moves from his cheek down his body. Her palm grinds, just a little, against the obvious bulge as her fingers toy with the button of his jeans.]
You'd better get these off then, huh? [she murmurs breathlessly with a grin and a wink.]
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He almost melts when she places a kiss right above his glasses, although a tiny thought of concern pops in his head about his shades getting knocked off during this. He's sure that Hank didn't design his sunglasses with this in mind, but honestly, the last person he wants to think about is Professor McCoy as Kotone draws her hand down and presses against his need, his toes curling just from that touch alone. I-It'll be fine, yeah.
Scott's almost jealous how she can go from being so soft with him to giving him that mischievous smile and grinding her hand against his frustratingly still clothed length.]
G-Going to help me with that?
[The smallest attempt to sound cool, but it probably falls on its face, given that his question comes in an almost breathless gasp, his head tossed back as he bucks into her palm with another whimper and his legs widening more. He's probably getting impatient and the thought of being buried inside her makes him clench the condom that's in his grasp, but also, getting teased like this is fun. Fuck, is he weird or something?? Maybe the jocks at his old school were right calling him a freak, but Scott puts no other thought into it, just chasing that heat that's building in his spine.
Despite his words, his free hand reaches down and towards the button of his jeans, his fingers touching hers while trying to get that stupid button pulled. Why are clothes like this???]
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Nope!
[Especially not if his hand is down there anyway. She grins at him and shifts her fingers away from his to instead press harder just below, rubbing him through the fabric. Is this making it harder for him to get his jeans open? That's fine, her other hand running up his still-clothed inner thigh. Is it weird to want to hear him whimper again? To hear what other sounds he might make? Maybe, but it's fun, and she isn't going to worry about what's weird or not when they're like this and Scott's clearly enjoying himself.]
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[Her name comes out as a whine at the increased pressure, while nearly cursing the two layers that separate her hand from him. Be nice if his mutant power was just to suddenly get rid of his clothes (guess his optic blasts technically could, but also, no), but Scott finds himself wetly panting up at the ceiling through the hue of his red lenses. Honestly, at this point though, he would blame Kotone for making him see different colors.
His thigh jerks in her grip at the added touch, an extra noise escaping from his throat that sounds like a combination of a whimper and a laugh. He didn't even know the buildup to sex could be this much, but he definitely wants to do it again, with her.
But probably should uh actually get there first. If he can last that long and god, he better. How embarrassing would it be if he just fucking climaxed in his pants?? Kotone would probably never want to do it again with him. It's that thought that pushes his determination to get the rest of his clothes off.
His fingers continue to falter and slip past the button until he just releases his hold on the condom to aid his other hand in getting rid of his jeans. This is clearly not a one hand job, it almost doesn't feel like a two hand job, as his fingers continue to shake while threading the button through the hole and yanking the zipper down without much finesse. Hard part over?? But with his erection still pushing against his boxers and the denim of his jeans, it's not enough.
Somehow, through his heat-riddled thoughts, he manages to put together a cohesive sentence.]
Y-you know, you still haven't taken your skirt off.
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But oh, what? Her skirt? She hadn't forgotten about it, and she laughs a little breathlessly as she finally gives him a bit of a break by resting both hands on either thigh.]
Don't have to! [Benefit of wearing a skirt instead of pants -- she doesn't even have to bother taking it off! But she does want Scott to get his pants off, or at least down, so she relents and draws back, rolling off him entirely to fiddle with the zipper of her skirt.] C'mon, get your pants off already! [she prompts with another laugh, tossing him a quick grin. Hooking her fingers into the hem of her skirt, she tugs it off and tosses it in the vague direction of her laundry basket, gasping a little at the suddenly cool air against the wet cotton of her panties. If he has the presence of mind to remember what her bra looked like, her panties match, a light shade of pink with a little bow on the front.
Still, that she doesn't take off yet, crawling closer to him and stealing his lips for another desperate kiss, as if even that little time apart had been too long.]
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His eyes briefly shut when the cool air brushes past the obvious wetspot in his gray boxers, and it almost feels like the fucking atmosphere is teasing him now, but he doesn't keep them closed for long as he wants to take in Kotone's whole appearance, wearing only just her panties now. Scott pulls her close as she crawls to him, and he gratefully locks his mouth with hers, his tongue touching hers, to return that desperate kiss. They're definitely getting closer and closer... and it just feels nice to feel her against him, her warmth against his.
With a flush that's going past his neck, he trails both of his hands down, one stopping at her curve while the other continues downward. It reaches to the top of her panties, in which Scott briefly pulls at the edge, before he resumes to dig his nail into the small bow that's decorating the front. Y-yeah, they sure are matching panties and bra, making Scott briefly wonder if she wanted to do something like this all along. Or she's just always so cute. Either way, he finds himself almost fascinated as he continues to trace his fingers down, before feeling the wet cotton and pressing lightly against it.
Holy fuck.]
Wow, you're uh wet.
[He mumbles against her lips and thank you Captain Obvious?? Scott blushes as the full implication of that hits him; Kotone's wet because of him and really, he can't think of anything hotter than that right now. He rubs and presses his fingers against the soaked cotton even more, if just to have some small payback for her teasing earlier.]
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Y-your fault, [she manages through pants for breath, unable to bite back another breathy moan as she rocks shamelessly into his hand.] You can -- ah! -- you can take 'em off if you want...
[Her panties, that is. There's not much she wouldn't do if Scott asked right now, as long as he keeps touching her like that.]
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His fault for how wet she is right now, for how she's panting and moaning against his mouth, and how she's moving against his hand as if seeking even more friction or pressure against her most sensitive area. Almost mindlessly, he pushes his hand into the cloth for a moment and massages, wanting more of her reaction, before he moves both of his hands to grab the top of her panties and give a light little tug.]
Just a guess, but think you want them off too.
[He starts pulling them down, and he cranes his neck down to get the best glimpse he can, as he removes that final layer off her-- as much as he can at least. Scott bites his lip and feels his boxers become even more sodden, but he doesn't have in it him to care right now, even as his hips twitch in anticipation.]
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Get your boxers off now, [she orders with what she hopes is a grin, but really just looks desperate as she makes a grab for the condom he'd dropped and rips it open. She could tease him all day and enjoy herself, but once his fingers are on her, that's it! Don't make her wait any more!] Let me ride you.
[In case there was any doubt. Maybe another time (next time?) she'll let him rail her, but this time, she wants to be the one in control. She has no idea if it's better for him that way or not, but... probably, right? Since he's never done this before.]
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He grabs his boxers and almost a little too roughly shoves them down his legs and off, throwing them somewhere on the ground as he bites his lip, looking at his hard dick and the fact that he's also fucking wet for her, a couple more beads of precum emerging from his tip. Is it embarrassing? Maybe, but also the dumb teenager part of his brain hopes that uh, he's... a good enough size and everything for her. It's not like he compares dicks with other dudes and crap, but he thinks he's average, maybe a little longer? He doesn't know, but he swallows and nods when he hears what she wants to do, his legs spreading a little more as his pelvis jerks slightly against the bed.
It helps knowing that she looks almost as wanton as him.]
Okay, yeah. That sounds hot. [Dirty talk still bad, but he looks up at her with a slightly flushed face before nodding. No going back, not that he'd want to. He swallows past the sudden lump in his throat and it also feels dry, watching her hover above him with the condom in hand and it's almost funny he's going to lose his virginity in this strange world, away from his life back home.
He reaches up with his hands to undo the hair clips that's been keeping them in that cute style, before smiling as her hair falls to her shoulders.]
I'm all yours, Kotone.
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But in spite of her playful, almost predatory grin, she's gentle as her fingertips trace a line up his dick, rubbing her thumb over the head to collect some of that precum before shifting her grip to hold him steady enough to roll the condom on. At least it's not so easy that it looks like she's done it too many times before? If that's something he's even thinking about. Then his hands are in her hair and- oh.
She rarely wears her hair down, even when she sleeps. But Scott likes it like this, huh? She can't help but give him a bit of an embarrassed smile, shaking her head a little to let her hair, wavy from its almost perpetual ponytail, fall more naturally around her shoulders.]
Yeah, [she manages finally in response, shifting to straddle him more completely and once again gently gripping his dick in one hand.] I really want to do this with you...
[A little breathless, she spreads her legs and lowers herself slowly onto him. Maybe it's just been a while, but he feels big, her mouth falling open as her head tips back, trying to take him in without going too fast and overwhelming him.]
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Sure, it's not like he's never masturbated before, but it's different because it's her thumb rubbing over his head and causing him to jerk his head back against her bed as she wastes no time rolling the condom on. She's definitely had some practice with it and maybe that means she's done this before, but Scott doesn't really care, he just wants this to be good for the both of them. He just hopes he doesn't immediately come and ruin it.
At least seeing Kotone with her hair fully down, as she gives it a light shake, is a small distraction, because he's enamored by just how beautiful she is. How is he so lucky??? It's not a dream, somehow.]
Glad to know--
[A choked noise leaves Scott as she slowly starts to lower herself onto him, and his head leans back in the bed with his eyes shutting tight just from the clutch of her heat that's enveloped the head of his dick. It's overwhelming and his hands bury and twist into the sheets by his sides, as he tries to keep still for her. T-that's what he should do, right? Oh, and watch... watch her be taken by him. Or more accurately, watch her take him.
He lifts his head slightly and forces himself to look back down, his eyes captivated as he watches more and more of himself slowly disappear into her body, and he wants that visual to be burned into his memory forever. And her internal warmth, with her wet folds clenching and wrapping tightly around his erection, causes him to moan loudly, with another helpless cry breaking out as he's unable to stop himself from bucking up into her heat. Scott probably couldn't stay quiet even if he wanted to.]
A-ah! You're so warm! And you feel so good...
[Okay maybe the other teens were right at school when they said that sex was amazing, because holy shit, yeah.]
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Her breath comes in short, quick little pants as she lowers herself onto him, one hand against the base of his dick, the other splayed on his stomach for balance. There's something powerful about watching him grasp at her sheets and almost -- almost! -- makes her want to go more slowly, really drag it out. Then he bucks up into her, and she couldn't stifle her sharp cry of need even if she'd wanted to, riding down into him to take him completely inside.
Again, she can't help but laugh a little, overwhelmed with the heat and sweat, the sheer warmth of being filled by him and completely connected to him. It's something she won't forget so quickly, and she can only hope it's the same for him. Her eyes sparkle, just a bit, as she leans forward, moaning softly at the movement of his dick inside her, and grabs his hands, prying them off the bed and bringing them to her waist instead.]
Hold on! [she warns with another breathless little laugh, settling back onto him before rocking forward again with another quiet moan, driven less by experience and more by the need to keep going, to let him completely consume every thought until the only thing she can think about and feel is him. ]
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Fuck. Holy shit. He's really fully in her. It's her heat that's fully encasing him right now. Her bare pelvis meeting his.
Positive? He didn't orgasm immediately. He doesn't have to bury his face into the pillow and never leave the house again. Well, considering this is Kotone's bed in the first place, he'd probably have to do a walk of shame right off a cliff or something, yeah, that sounds reasonable.
For a long while, Scott keeps his eyes focused on where they're joined, his panting increasing while sweat rolls down into his hair and face. Another loud moan breaks out as she shifts against him, but he finally looks up at her with an expression that's almost intense, with desire, heat, and something a little deeper clearly visible on his face.]
A-as if I'd let you go.
[He manages, matching her laugh. His hands grip her small waist as she starts riding him, instinctively clenching them further as he helps guide her rocking, even if she probably doesn't need it. However, he hopes it encourages her as he thrusts his head back again, his mouth wide open and panting at the ceiling, briefly but completely overwhelmed as they start building a rhythm. Caring slightly less about holding back, Scott lets his hips jerk up into her clenching body, wanting to chase more of that heat-- more of that pleasure, and hear her cry out as well.]
Don't hold back.
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Scott... [she doesn't know what else she can say to that, need laced through his name. Maybe next time, after it's not so new, she can try to persuade him to do this without his glasses on -- the thought sends a sharp shiver of desire through her, and she clenches just that little bit tighter around him as she rocks forward. God, he looks good like that, head thrown back, panting for breath -- and then, just as he wanted, when he suddenly thrusts up harder, her eyes go wide with the sudden cry of surprise and wanton pleasure. What had he said? "Don't hold back?"]
Y-yeah, okay! [Pupils blown wide and hair sticking to her neck with sweat, she leans back, dragging her hands along his skin until she can trace them up her own body, less because it feels good (even though it really, really does) and more because she wants his attention completely on her, as weird as it is. The new position drives him in at a little bit of a different angle, just that little bit deeper, and she moans with abandon as she brings her hands up to desperately try to pull her hair back, out of her eyes so she can still see him without losing their rhythm.] C-can you go harder?
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