steelo | TELL YOUR NIICHAN COME AND TEST ME

[ his hands can linger there as long as he'd like them to — roxy's always been fond of her ass. almost as much as her breasts but really, all things in their own time. a quick, hot breath escapes after that proper kiss, and roxy has to dart her tongue over her bottom lip.

things like this are theoretically very easy. years of flirt-larping with dirk's ar program has taught roxy how to weave words well enough that even a computer program has a response to her, but it's very different getting herself worked up than it is having to watch someone actually respond to the words she says. she can't just fold right away, even though that look in his eyes is enough to send a spike right through her heart. ]

Yeah... All those sounds you made, the pressure of your hips between my thighs. [ her eyes close, and roxy presses her forehead to his, fingertips drawing their way to the fly of his jeans. ] I've thought about it a lot since then and I figure... doin this on our own, s'gotta be better than them telling us to, right? [ she steals another kiss, tugging that button undone. ] I wanna feel you again, but more'n that... I wanna hear you moan my name more.

[ the forehead press is awfully intimate, a stark contrast to the words coming out of her mouth at the beginning of the sentence. ichiro's not pulling away an inch, letting her meet him, tilting his head down some so she doesn't have to stand on her tiptoes.

his expression, very confident, softens down a little more, and ichiro nods against her forehead. it's not like it's forced (unlike with the situation the first time--and worse, the one with samatoki, which ichiro has so far refused to acknowledge), and... roxy's a cool girl. ichiro likes her, likes spending time with her, bantering with her, and--well.

she keeps going, her fingers flicking his fly open, and like hell ichiro's got a problem. he tilts his head to the side just enough to press a kiss to her mouth; it's sweet and quick, a contrast to their position, and ichiro huffs a laugh against her lips, hands squeezing where he's cupping her ass still as a reminder. ] Hell, you don't have to ask me twice.

I'm down. [ especially when that button pops. the brush of friction of her fingertips is just an aide to getting him harder, and he flicks his eyes open to look down between them, watching her slender fingers the best he can from this proximity. like many men in this situation, he'd probably say just about anything to get her to keep going....though it is true. ]

[ at the moment, roxy doesn't quite realize just how intimate a gesture it is. all she wants to do is let her body have what it wants: touch, sensation, a momentary reassurance that she's not alone and doesn't have to worry about being alone. touching him like this makes it easier to kiss him, to whisper those heated words against his lips. ]

No... [ her hand slips underneath his waistband of his jeans, past his underwear and that thrush of black curls to drag her fingertips over his shaft. ] You're up.

[ look, she can't resist, ok. especially not when she has him by the dick. ]

[ he was totally getting into it, actually, hips starting to arch forward against her hand--her palm's small and warm and now fairly familiar. ichiro's ever reactive, watching the gesture as hungrily as anyone could--

and then he snorts. it's a loud, absolutely unsexy noise, and ichiro drops his head into her shoulder, groaning- ] That was so bad. [ ...that was like a kuukou level of bad.

...he's still snickering a little, though; it's silent, but ichiro's shoulders shake a little with the laugh. ]

Edited (icons pls) 2019-04-18 22:44 (UTC)

[ ichiro's not the only one laughing, because roxy's trying her best to bite back the worst of her giggles against his neck. the hand on him is delicate because roxy doesn't want to do anything to accidentally scratch or tug too intensely. ]

Yeah, but you laughed. [ kissing his skin as her laugh finally dies down, roxy steps back just enough to finally be able to open the panels of those baggy pants, pushing them down on his hips. unfortunately this means ichiro's grip on her ass has to loosen somewhat, but... if all goes her way, this won't end without his hands there again.

her lips travel over his jugular, up to the line of his jaw as her hands busy themselves, one steadying his pants while the other lifts his shirt. god, fuck, he's finely cut; her breath shortens. this is the point of no return, and she feels her nerves sneak up on her again.

one last kiss. she'll steal one last kiss before roxy eases herself onto her knees in front of him, lips traveling over the etched muscle of his hip. ]

[ ichiro rolls his eyes, but it's not particularly harsh--there's a bit of old nostalgia to the moment, and he can't help but grin at her, even if it's half chidingly. ] Yeah. Gotta work on that, huh.

[ he used to be so good at the rbf!!! now he's a goofy teasing nerd, so.

anyway, clearly he's not minding it all that much. ichiro loosens his grip quickly when roxy starts moving, hands skirting up her sides when she kisses up his jaw, just to touch, following the dip into her waist, and letting go completely as roxy moves downwards. ever the helpful young man (?) ichiro tugs his shirt up out of the way of her kisses himself to free up some space for her, and he can't seem to help the way his mouth curves back into that grin, reaching over with his other hand to smooth it over her hair. ] God, you look good.

[ like, jesus. ]

[ god, she loves the feeling of his fingertips against her sides, breathing out slowly as his hands travel up her sides. even though she knows it's not about her right now, roxy can't help the soft whimper when her body is left alone for real this time.

only to melt into another whimper, this time pleased: ichiro's touch is now in her hair, and her head tips into his touch for a split second. ]

Ya think so...? [ it's a good thing ichiro moved his shirt because now she can make eye contact with him as her hands move to his thighs and she brushes her lips over the pale gradient of skin below his bellybutton. ]

Hell yeah. [ what a nice sight. ichiro's fingers thread through her hair, gently pushing backwards just for the sensation. it moves in time with her hands down his thighs, letting ichiro get a good look at her face as she makes eye contact.

her eyes are dark; his match, thin rings of red and green. ] You looked good in the pictures, too. I didn't just come over this fast because it was convenient.

[ yeah he was thirsty your booty call worked great ]

[ ah ... well, this is a sensation roxy's discovering she absolutely loves. that gentle tug at her scalp, the warm feeling of ichiro's fingers in her hair. it's almost enough to distract her from what he's saying and her own insecurity whispering in her ear that he's just saying this, empty words to keep her on task.

he doesn't need to work so hard. roxy had essentially promised that she'd do this. ]

I'll 'member that... [ her words are relaxed, almost lazy, and one hand rests against his hip to steady him. ] Maybe I'll leave you more pics so you don't forget what this gorgeous face looks like.

[ she should probably stop talking as fingertips walk from his thigh to the base of his shaft; hesitating, waiting. they stay put for no other reason than she wants to see how long ichiro can stand it, but it's her resolve that gives way first: delicate fingers wrap around him and slowly start to stroke. ]

Like I could. [ smooth as butter, there. it's true, though--that kind of stuff gets burned into your mind. plus, ichiro has the benefit of seeing roxy just about every day.

it takes a lot of energy not to tip forward into that touch. though ichiro doesn't flinch or push to move her hand a little faster, he sucks in a visible breath, and his fingers tighten a little in her hair, then move over the spot when her hand wraps around him. it's warm and delicate and her grip's sure enough that it immediately feels good. ichiro's eyes flutter, and he exhales that breath to soak in the moment. the praise comes a bit shorter than before: ] 's good. [ but can you blame him. ]

[ if roxy had a mean bone in her body, perhaps she could have blamed him for such a clipped bit of praise. however, if anything, roxy thinks it's just a little too much because all she needs is that shortened breath, the dark look in his eyes, and the heat that radiates from his body. all of those involuntary actions speak much louder than any words ichiro could give her, and for a moment roxy's captivated by the sight of him.

the tightened grip in her hair doesn't hurt, either.

as she watches him, roxy darts her tongue over her lips to wet them preemptively; her tongue feels heavy in her mouth otherwise. gaining confidence, roxy gradually increases the pressure her grip gives him, covering his lengths in slow, careful strokes, feeling out every bit of that delicate, hot skin. she wants to see what, if any, parts of him elicit better reactions before she'll put her mouth to good use; her thumb draws along his head, brushing over that slit before delicately tracing the outline. ]

[ ichiro's always been an honest, reactive kinda guy. samatoki used to say the same thing--that he was like a dog, excited or angry, never able to hide his tail. he doesn't like lying or hiding, which means roxy will get to see every way he's feeling, from expression to the motion of his body.

ichiro's hips shift forward into her teasing, slow hands almost immediately, color starting to bloom into his cheeks. he doesn't bite his lips, but his eyes close and the exhale he gives makes his shoulders drop, as he settles into the feeling of her hands. the pressure's good, just a little bit too teasing, but it's the thumb at the sensitive spot of his slit that gets his hand to tighten in her hair. ichiro makes a noise, low from his chest, clearly approving as he keeps his eyes shut for now, falling easily into how good that's starting to feel.

he can be patient. he can definitely be patient. ichiro's SO good at patience.

(x) doubt ]

[ that's a trait they both share: roxy's never been able to keep a secret, and she hates lying to her friends most of all, even if it means their protection. every moment that passes with her, roxy is brutally honest even if she tries to couch it in a way that won't hurt anyone's feelings.

in times like this, there's no hiding that brightness in her eyes, the slight curve of her mouth, or the pink that blooms across her cheeks. she enjoyed when ichiro was in charge but roxy wasn't lying when she said she wanted to hear him moan her name more. she wants to know all the ways he reacts, those flickering expressions as pleasure overtakes him. moreover, roxy wants to know what she can bring to him, and her thumb casually massages the underside of his head as she watches him struggle to breathe. ]

I wanted you here, [ she whispers, hips adjusting so she can kneel more comfortably. ] 'm glad you got here so fast.

[ she would tease, but she's being entirely honest. "what competition" she had asked earlier because roxy knows better than to think anyone would fight over her, like she had any worth. but though she's only just met them, everyone here has worth to her. and maybe... maybe she gives ichiro just a bit more than anyone else.

gently, she kisses where her thumb was, hesitating only to watch his reaction. ]

I wanna see your face when you come, Ichiro, so don't look away, 'kay? [ a fingertip tucks a curl behind her ear, and roxy licks her lips once more. ] I wanna make you feel so good, to thank you for takin care of me my first time. [ another delicate kiss, and roxy's pink eyes search his features. her pulse has shifted between her thighs, heat and desire pooling in her stomach but roxy has to make sure this isn't about her pleasure. ] Just relax.. let me handle everything.

[ and after one last moment, roxy finally, mercifully, moves her mouth over him, letting ichiro's radiating heat burn its way through her. ]

[ it's hard to focus on much of anything but roxy's delicate fingers, the sound of her voice. he obviously likes each touch, opens an eye when she presses her mouth to kiss his slit--it doesn't draw a noise, but his shoulders roll like he's trying to keep himself from pushing up for more of that fleeting little feeling.

he could just watch her put that curl behind her ear all day. (there's the fleeting similarity to someone he knows, there, and ichiro almost sees her. he has to keep himself anchored to the present though--the past is ichiro's manacle, and he's worked so hard to escape from it.)

ichiro's mouth curls back into a grin, and he runs his hand through roxy's hair again, over the crown of her head, pushing hair back just a little to enjoy the view himself, too. ] You got it. 'm in your capable-- mnnhn.

[ yeah, he loses about five cool points there, because he's a human being and there's a mouth on his dick. his fingers instantly tighten in her hair, shoulders hunching forward, head tilting down a little towards her. even that's enough to stir the heat to his gut, and if he wasn't fully hard before he sure as hell is now, flesh hot to the touch. ] Fuck.

[ ichiro's plenty reactive--he always has been--and the hissed curse is immediate, but his eyes stay open, focused down on the gorgeous sight in front of him. ]

[ fingers tighten in her hair and pull at her scalp and roxy's body shudders. the moan she wants to make is muffled, vibrating from her lips and onto ichiro, pressing a hand to his hip to make sure he doesn't move faster than she's prepared for. the heat on his skin is searing in roxy's mouth, but she doesn't pull away — instead, she gradually takes him deeper, moving her mouth down his shaft with an almost infuriating pace. black nails dig into the flesh of his hip and her own wriggle and shift, trying to find the best way to perch on her folded legs to keep her own pleasure center staved off from the worst of her want.

hearing his voice, feeling his body against hers; it's everything she's wanted. this closeness, this intimacy, the trust he's giving her as her mouth explores this sensitive part of him. the weight of his dick is heavy on her tongue and that velvet skin feels almost as delicate as tissue paper but roxy can't let it deter her. no. she has to focus on the areas that make him pant the most, that make that breath of his hitch. she pulls back only when she's in need of air but she never forgets: her hands cover where her mouth was, and she maps out every inch of his pleasure so that she can be responsible for that end.

pink eyes flick up, searching his face as she eases her mouth down completely, taking as much of him between her lips as she can; and when she pulls back, the curve of her cheeks hollow. ]

You got such a beautiful voice, Ichiro... [ affectionately does she nuzzle him, placing gentle kisses along his base and over his pelvic bone. she wants to hear him say her name when he comes but roxy knows she's fumbling blindly right now. she's exploring but what she lacks in knowledge she makes up for in false bravado.

but that spot between her legs gets wider, the heartbeat there more prominent. who knew giving pleasure could get her so turned on?

she has to finish. her own body almost can't take it any more. her mouth covers him again and there's determination now, wanting to draw that last moan of his right out. ]

[ beginner or expert, it doesn't really matter; it's really, really hard to be picky when you've got a gorgeous girl like roxy sucking your dick. not that he really could be--any sort of inexperience is beyond his purview. rather, all ichiro's focused on is how good it feels to have her mouth wrapped around him, all soft as silk and slick and wet and good.

true to his word, ichiro's not shy. his hand comes up briefly to his mouth, but it's only to press his palm near his mouth like he needs something else to grip onto, just to process it. his reactions are blatant and honest, the way his shoulders roll backwards, the soft pants and groans that come out of his mouth. his gaze barely shifts, eyes shutting for brief moments of pressure at the crown of his dick, when her cheeks hollow--but true to promise, he keeps his almost fully dark eyes on roxy. and really, what a sight it is to see--she looks amazing, doing this so, so naturally.

ichiro's hand flexes in her hair, and there's only one small, almost impatient tug at he tease of her slow pace--after that, ichiro lets himself dissolve into the feeling, focuses on the way it feels like heat's building in his stomach, his groin. his hand flexes tight when she says his name, and the noise ichiro makes is almost a whine. he's close enough now those soft kisses are maddening, and he pants a warning of her name when she goes down-- ] Roxy, Roxy, fuck--

[ he's going to come, and he's at least polite enough to give her a tiny bit of a warning, because it's going to be messy. ]

[ that's all the encouragement she needs, and roxy doesn't hesitate; regretfully pulling her eyes from ichiro's face so she can concentrate. hands shift from his thighs: one to his back, the other still pressed to his hip. roxy moves her mouth more insistently on him, tongue massaging the underside of his dick and over the tip of him, tasting the precum on the flat of her tongue.

roxy may have never done this before, but it doesn't take long to figure out what this means. her knees squeeze together, her entire body overhot as she concentrates her ministrations on the tip of him. there's really nothing else she can do because if ichiro makes a mess everywhere there'll be no way she can explain to ameera what happened. so roxy sees no other option.

moaning around him again, she slowly lets her eyes close, forcing her breathing to steady as she steels herself for his end. ]

[ fuck. yeah, ichiro can't hold this back much longer. his hips shift forward, the motions small enough not to disrupt her too much, but when roxy's tongue strokes over the tip of his dick as he's that deep in her mouth, it's too much.

his body convulses and ichiro shudders, swearing and doing just as he was asked. with a low-- ] Roxy-- [ from his chest, ichiro's hips push forward and he comes, fingers drawing tight in her hair, just barely conscious enough to keep himself from choking her. if she wants to take her mouth off of him (and end up with it on her face), ichiro's not so much in the driver's seat as he is along for the ride. he cusses again, head tilted back, all of the tension flooding out of his muscles as the orgasm winds through him.

god damn. let him get his brains back in order. ]

[ she's careful.

she is so, so careful as ichiro convulses and tightens his grip, and roxy keeps her mouth open, taking him in and quickly swallowing him down. it was over a lot faster than she— ]

[ no.

no it wasn't.

par for the course does roxy fuck up just that little bit, pulling her mouth off of ichiro a few seconds before he's completely done. for a moment she sits there, her entire body burning with sweat dripping down between her shoulder blades, her thighs squeezing together to try and control her own arousal, blinking blankly.

but when it registers, roxy starts laughing. there's a small smear of jizz on her cheek. how is this not funny. ]

[ hooo. ichiro's eyes flutter back open as he brings himself properly back to reality. that was nice, and his thoughts roll around in his head uselessly for a moment as ichiro glances down when roxy laughs...then can't help but laugh, too, a soft snort. he adjusts himself, tugging his boxer briefs back up just enough, then gives into his jelly legs.

he folds down to a squat, maybe a little wobbly, but once he ges his center of balance, ichiro reaches over to wipe his thumb across her cheekbone, other hand coming up to cup her opposite cheek to hold it steady. ichiro wipes the mess away quick (even if it looks kinda nice--no, wait, boy brain bad) and his expression's soft and completely unguarded, that smile on his face all warm and fond and also at least half sex stupid. ] ...My bad.

[ the mirth of the whole situation stays in his tone...it was pretty funny. ]

Edited (no i wanted the soft icon ) 2019-04-28 17:10 (UTC)

[ even though she's only seen this post-sex smile twice now, roxy's sure she could get used to seeing it more often. ichiro has a soft face and kind eyes; the dopey grin just makes him look more gentle.

her heartbeat hasn't slowed.

she leans into his touch, letting her eyes flutter closed for a few seconds. ]

I should probs... brush my teeth. [ notably, roxy's kept her breathing shallow. just because her mouth tastes like ichiro's dick doesn't mean she should make him smell it. gosh!! ] ... Don't leave while I'm gone, 'kay?

Wouldn't even if I could.

[ like, real talk, he could probably walk down the stairs, but the last thing he needs is to get tossed out by the head of the women's dorm, so. ichiro rocks backwards on his heels and drops unceremoniously down on his butt when she pulls away, unfolding his long legs and making himself comfortable.

he flashes her a grin, wide enough that he's got a dimple, and nods his head towards the hall. he's not going anywhere. ]

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