[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?
[A shuddering breath leaves Scott when he faintly hears his named being called, spoken in such a way that brings a new wave of want and desperation through him. She really doesn't need to say anything else, not because he doesn't love hearing her, but because he pretty sure that he understands what she wants to say. Maybe assumptions on his end, but as he pulls his head up from the bed to look at her, both seeing and hearing her own cries of pleasure, he's pretty sure he's not off base.
T-they belong to each other now, right? It's a thought the passes through his mind unbidden, even though they really haven't talked or anything. And Scott isn't going to stop now to start talking. He knows without a single doubt that he wants her and every unrestrained noise she makes as he focuses solely on her.
She looks incredible like this, with her hair down from its usual style and her pupils blown from their fucking. Really, there's no hotter sight, even if he can only witness it through shades of red. It doesn't dampen how he feels for her, how she makes him feel. His fingers flex against her sides, digging for just a brief moment as she changes their angle with his cock shifting inside her, but still just as warm and tight as before. Maybe even deeper? He moans at the thought, his balls pulling towards his body.]
Y-yeah, of course babe.
[He gives another thrust up, trying to both resume and rebuild their rhythm, as wet pants leave his mouth without restraint. I-it's not enough, at least, he thinks he can do more and he'd hate to disappoint her. His legs curl up slightly so that he can give himself more leverage to thrust harder and deeper into her core, once, twice, and again in an unstable pattern. Scott doesn't notice, not as he seeks to drive deeper into her, his control fraying and moans tearing from his throat as her insides continue to contract and massage around his dick. S-she's so wet; he can feel that even with the condom on.
Every hard push up he feels like he's one step closer to release and god, he doesn't know how long he can last like this, with that heat building in his spine. Scott's tempted to bury part of his face into her bed from how overwhelmed he's getting, but he keeps his attention on her, not wanting to miss how much he's affecting her.]
T-this good? [And maybe for emphasis, he does another hard thrust.]
[She snorts a laugh at being called "babe," laughter interspersed with cries and gasps for breath. It's just such a boy thing to say that she can't help it, though there's no maliciousness in her laughter, just warmth and affection. This is all she'd honestly wanted, really -- to do something fun, something not too serious, to enjoy her time with him and think about nobody but him. It's hard to think about anything else now.
Especially when he thrusts in harder against her, and she throws her head back with a shameless moan. Everything is narrowing in on them in this moment, the hot slide of his cock slamming into her. Her breath comes shorter, quicker, little cries on every exhale building to a crescendo as she twists her hips, trying desperately to match that more irregular rhythm as she feels herself tightening around him with every motion. She doesn't really curse but -- fuck!
That last thrust whites everything, her cry more of a shout as if to answer his question as her legs clench around him and her toes curl as she keeps going, trying to ride out her climax and bring him over the brink with her.]
[Her continual cries are encouragement enough and listening to them, just focusing on her, only strengthens his earlier feelings. It's truly just the two of them in this moment bringing each other to new heights. Scott swears that he can feel every small change she makes around his dick and everything feels impossibly warm, she feels so, especially as her walls clench tight around him. Sweat runs down his face as he continues to almost roughly slam his cock inside, as if trying to reach something deep within her. Or maybe bury himself so deep he can't escape. Impossible thoughts, but Scott welcomes them anyway.
If he had any rhythm before, it's entirely gone as he finds himself falling over the edge.
As desperate as he is to watch her, Scott tosses his head back as a loud cry mixed with her name breaks from his throat, giving one last hard thrust as white hot pleasure overtakes him. A low, deep moan exhales from him as he starts filling the condom, with his lower half giving a few last shallow thrusts inside her, before he fully collapses against the bed and starts panting loudly in the open air.
Holy fuck.
Scott almost says it out loud, but the only thing that emerges from his throat is a pleasured groan. Give him a minute or two because his mind still feels like it's trying to catch up. Or maybe it's given up entirely, he wouldn't be surprised. One of his hands has fallen to his side, but he manages to keep his right hand loosely gripped on her curve still, mindlessly tracing random patterns across her skin.]
[It sounds incredible to hear her name from his lips, to know she's the only one on his mind right now. Honestly, a part of her wants him to think about nobody but her, but that's insane, a feeling she quashes down to just ride the high of sharing this moment with him. He looks almost as good as he sounds, and when he collapses back, she just drops forward a little pulling off him, letting her palms come to rest on his chest as she tries to catch her own breath.]
Good? [she manages to ask, pulling one hand back long enough to try to push her own sweaty hair back from her face as she laughs through gasps for air. She can't help but shake a little from it all, her own emotions welling up in the center of her chest and shining through her eyes as she gazes down at him.]
You look good, [she adds before she can stop herself with a bit of a teasing grin, because even if she feels a certain way about him that she's too afraid to name, she has to tease him with compliments. It's like, her job as his friend.]
[A breathless laugh leaves Scott as he looks at her with a returning smile, that affection from him somehow always visible despite his ruby glasses. He raises his hand from her waist to help brush some of her hair from her face, his heart thudding deeply just from that sight. She really is beautiful like this, not that she isn't normally cute and everything, but he swears that she's never looked at him with that sort of expression before, one that makes him feel warm and connected with her.
Like this is something only they can share. You're in too deep Summers]
Really? I don't look like a sweaty mess? [He knows that his hair is pretty much a disaster at this point, out of its normal part entirely and just sprayed in different directions. However, he definitely doesn't seem to care, moving his other hand to light grasp one of hers, entwining their fingers and holding them to his chest as his breathing slowly returns to normal.
While he's still clearly tired and a bit out of it, Scott's brain is no longer complete goop.]
You look good too.
[Totally on him that he sounds like a lovestruck dope.]
I didn't say that! [Because he is a sweaty mess, there's no getting around that! But so is she, and she knows it, giggling a little softly as she leans up and allows herself to press a playful little kiss to the tip of his nose. She never got the chance to bite him, but... next time!
She lets him take her hand without reservation, tilting her head just the slightest bit into his other hand and closing her eyes to let him brush fingers through her hair. It feels really nice, letting him do that. The only people she really let play with her hair were Dazai and Chuuya, but having Scott look at her like this, when she feels this good...
There's no helping her fond little smile as she tilts her head further, closing her eyes and pressing her lips to his for a slow, almost languid kiss, full of all the things she doesn't really know how to say.]
[He can't stop his nose from wiggling slightly as she presses a quick little kiss on it. Hopefully he doesn't look like a bunny doing that--
There's a peaceful and content feeling that runs through Scott as he brushes through her hair. No sexual activity or anything intense going on right now, but he still just likes lying here, with her above him and looking like that.
He wonders if they should talk at all about... them. Set boundaries or something? He doesn't really know, and honestly the thought of asking Kotone right now if she still wants things to be casual between them is too hard. The answer isn't something he needs to hear now, besides, he... he hasn't misread those expressions she's given him, right? Then why is he afraid to ask
Luckily, her lips against his own is a good distraction, and he's just going to shove those other thoughts into a bin and punt it away. He smiles against her for a second before slowly opening his mouth to let her in once more, just content in sharing this moment. The hand that was brushing through her hair moves down so that he can wrap around her waist, wanting to pull her just a little closer.
[Sorry to disappoint, he does look a little like a bunny, and it's adorable.
Anyway, she moves closer without resistance, more than content to share this lazy, unhurried kiss. It's funny how they can go from sheer desperation to just basking in the warmth of each other's arms, isn't it? Her tongue is gentle as she takes her time to explore his mouth, unable to stop herself from letting out a small, contented noise as she draws back and meets his glasses with a soft smile. This is... nice. Really nice. Almost too nice.
With a sparkle in her eye, she asks,] Wanna go again? [with a playful little laugh. She's mostly joking, but haha, unless...? Things were getting too sappy, she has to break it somehow.]
[He lightly slides his tongue against her lips as she pulls away, that same smile on him as he lets himself enjoy her warmth and her company. Honestly, he'd be totally chill with just lying on her bed, but--]
W-what?
[His cheeks suddenly flush red again as he stares up at her, his mouth slightly agape because she's not tired at all? Oh no, did he uh, not satisfy her or something?? That'd be the Complete Worst and Scott can't stop himself from glancing down at his body, as if willing his dick to get hard again but it's still a little too soon. Maybe a half an hour?]
I'd definitely want to! [Scott immediately responds because he didn't answer her question and he doesn't want to give the wrong impression.] I just can't go again right now, maybe in a little bit-- did you want me to suck you or something?
[Oh, Scott. She almost feels a little bad about teasing him, and her cheeks flush a light shade of pink as she laughs and shakes her head before kissing his cheek.]
Uh-uh. Later. [Or like, tomorrow. The high hasn't faded into soreness just yet, and she can't help but laugh again as she turns his head to kiss him one more time, just briefly, before adding,] As long as I can stay with you, that's enough.
[Because that really is the most important thing. Whatever they do, as long as they're happy and having fun together, that's more than enough. She shifts to lay on her side, curled up next to him, and lets herself be the one to reach out this time and gently card her fingers through his hair.]
We should probably shower, huh...? [And yet, she doesn't move to get up.]
[S-she's all good then, yeah? As she laughs and brushes her lips upon his own again-- yeah, he's sure. Scott still has to fight down the flush that's on his cheeks now, but he returns her kiss as he starts rubbing her back with his hand. Maybe next time, they can go a couple rounds or he can tease her longer, with his fingers and everything. He swallows tightly in his throat, but those thoughts halt as he fully takes in what she just said.
'As long as she's with him.' That's basically saying she wants to be with him, right?? T-that's what he wants too.
An unrestrained smile appears on Scott's face as he responds.] That's enough for me too.
[As she rolls to her side, Scott sits up slightly to tie the condom and throw it the general direction of her trashcan, before turning on his side and watching her with that same affectionate smile. Her fingers through his hair is comforting and he finds himself relaxing against the motion, his eyes sliding shut.]
Probably. [He admits with a light snort, not moving a muscle to get up either.] But maybe I just feel like getting my sweat all over your bed.
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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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T-they belong to each other now, right? It's a thought the passes through his mind unbidden, even though they really haven't talked or anything. And Scott isn't going to stop now to start talking. He knows without a single doubt that he wants her and every unrestrained noise she makes as he focuses solely on her.
She looks incredible like this, with her hair down from its usual style and her pupils blown from their fucking. Really, there's no hotter sight, even if he can only witness it through shades of red. It doesn't dampen how he feels for her, how she makes him feel. His fingers flex against her sides, digging for just a brief moment as she changes their angle with his cock shifting inside her, but still just as warm and tight as before. Maybe even deeper? He moans at the thought, his balls pulling towards his body.]
Y-yeah, of course babe.
[He gives another thrust up, trying to both resume and rebuild their rhythm, as wet pants leave his mouth without restraint. I-it's not enough, at least, he thinks he can do more and he'd hate to disappoint her. His legs curl up slightly so that he can give himself more leverage to thrust harder and deeper into her core, once, twice, and again in an unstable pattern. Scott doesn't notice, not as he seeks to drive deeper into her, his control fraying and moans tearing from his throat as her insides continue to contract and massage around his dick. S-she's so wet; he can feel that even with the condom on.
Every hard push up he feels like he's one step closer to release and god, he doesn't know how long he can last like this, with that heat building in his spine. Scott's tempted to bury part of his face into her bed from how overwhelmed he's getting, but he keeps his attention on her, not wanting to miss how much he's affecting her.]
T-this good? [And maybe for emphasis, he does another hard thrust.]
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Especially when he thrusts in harder against her, and she throws her head back with a shameless moan. Everything is narrowing in on them in this moment, the hot slide of his cock slamming into her. Her breath comes shorter, quicker, little cries on every exhale building to a crescendo as she twists her hips, trying desperately to match that more irregular rhythm as she feels herself tightening around him with every motion. She doesn't really curse but -- fuck!
That last thrust whites everything, her cry more of a shout as if to answer his question as her legs clench around him and her toes curl as she keeps going, trying to ride out her climax and bring him over the brink with her.]
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If he had any rhythm before, it's entirely gone as he finds himself falling over the edge.
As desperate as he is to watch her, Scott tosses his head back as a loud cry mixed with her name breaks from his throat, giving one last hard thrust as white hot pleasure overtakes him. A low, deep moan exhales from him as he starts filling the condom, with his lower half giving a few last shallow thrusts inside her, before he fully collapses against the bed and starts panting loudly in the open air.
Holy fuck.
Scott almost says it out loud, but the only thing that emerges from his throat is a pleasured groan. Give him a minute or two because his mind still feels like it's trying to catch up. Or maybe it's given up entirely, he wouldn't be surprised. One of his hands has fallen to his side, but he manages to keep his right hand loosely gripped on her curve still, mindlessly tracing random patterns across her skin.]
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Good? [she manages to ask, pulling one hand back long enough to try to push her own sweaty hair back from her face as she laughs through gasps for air. She can't help but shake a little from it all, her own emotions welling up in the center of her chest and shining through her eyes as she gazes down at him.]
You look good, [she adds before she can stop herself with a bit of a teasing grin, because even if she feels a certain way about him that she's too afraid to name, she has to tease him with compliments. It's like, her job as his friend.]
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[A breathless laugh leaves Scott as he looks at her with a returning smile, that affection from him somehow always visible despite his ruby glasses. He raises his hand from her waist to help brush some of her hair from her face, his heart thudding deeply just from that sight. She really is beautiful like this, not that she isn't normally cute and everything, but he swears that she's never looked at him with that sort of expression before, one that makes him feel warm and connected with her.
Like this is something only they can share.
You're in too deep Summers]Really? I don't look like a sweaty mess? [He knows that his hair is pretty much a disaster at this point, out of its normal part entirely and just sprayed in different directions. However, he definitely doesn't seem to care, moving his other hand to light grasp one of hers, entwining their fingers and holding them to his chest as his breathing slowly returns to normal.
While he's still clearly tired and a bit out of it, Scott's brain is no longer complete goop.]
You look good too.
[Totally on him that he sounds like a lovestruck dope.]
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She lets him take her hand without reservation, tilting her head just the slightest bit into his other hand and closing her eyes to let him brush fingers through her hair. It feels really nice, letting him do that. The only people she really let play with her hair were Dazai and Chuuya, but having Scott look at her like this, when she feels this good...
There's no helping her fond little smile as she tilts her head further, closing her eyes and pressing her lips to his for a slow, almost languid kiss, full of all the things she doesn't really know how to say.]
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There's a peaceful and content feeling that runs through Scott as he brushes through her hair. No sexual activity or anything intense going on right now, but he still just likes lying here, with her above him and looking like that.
He wonders if they should talk at all about... them. Set boundaries or something? He doesn't really know, and honestly the thought of asking Kotone right now if she still wants things to be casual between them is too hard. The answer isn't something he needs to hear now, besides, he... he hasn't misread those expressions she's given him, right?
Then why is he afraid to askLuckily, her lips against his own is a good distraction, and he's just going to shove those other thoughts into a bin and punt it away. He smiles against her for a second before slowly opening his mouth to let her in once more, just content in sharing this moment. The hand that was brushing through her hair moves down so that he can wrap around her waist, wanting to pull her just a little closer.
Yep, this is definitely far preferable.]
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Anyway, she moves closer without resistance, more than content to share this lazy, unhurried kiss. It's funny how they can go from sheer desperation to just basking in the warmth of each other's arms, isn't it? Her tongue is gentle as she takes her time to explore his mouth, unable to stop herself from letting out a small, contented noise as she draws back and meets his glasses with a soft smile. This is... nice. Really nice. Almost too nice.
With a sparkle in her eye, she asks,] Wanna go again? [with a playful little laugh. She's mostly joking, but haha, unless...? Things were getting too sappy, she has to break it somehow.]
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W-what?
[His cheeks suddenly flush red again as he stares up at her, his mouth slightly agape because she's not tired at all? Oh no, did he uh, not satisfy her or something?? That'd be the Complete Worst and Scott can't stop himself from glancing down at his body, as if willing his dick to get hard again but it's still a little too soon. Maybe a half an hour?]
I'd definitely want to! [Scott immediately responds because he didn't answer her question and he doesn't want to give the wrong impression.] I just can't go again right now, maybe in a little bit-- did you want me to suck you or something?
[He says that last bit in a whoosh.]
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Uh-uh. Later. [Or like, tomorrow. The high hasn't faded into soreness just yet, and she can't help but laugh again as she turns his head to kiss him one more time, just briefly, before adding,] As long as I can stay with you, that's enough.
[Because that really is the most important thing. Whatever they do, as long as they're happy and having fun together, that's more than enough. She shifts to lay on her side, curled up next to him, and lets herself be the one to reach out this time and gently card her fingers through his hair.]
We should probably shower, huh...? [And yet, she doesn't move to get up.]
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'As long as she's with him.' That's basically saying she wants to be with him, right?? T-that's what he wants too.
An unrestrained smile appears on Scott's face as he responds.] That's enough for me too.
[As she rolls to her side, Scott sits up slightly to tie the condom and throw it the general direction of her trashcan, before turning on his side and watching her with that same affectionate smile. Her fingers through his hair is comforting and he finds himself relaxing against the motion, his eyes sliding shut.]
Probably. [He admits with a light snort, not moving a muscle to get up either.] But maybe I just feel like getting my sweat all over your bed.