steelo | TELL YOUR NIICHAN COME AND TEST ME

[ 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. ]

[ there's a moment of hesitation, and roxy watches ichiro, almost like she's deciding whether to trust him.

that's absurd; the truth is she doesn't want to leave his side for too long. her body is telling her to just climb on top of him and have her fun, but... jesus, she has to clean up a little first.

so, nodding quickly, roxy quietly runs down the hall to the communal bathroom, quickly brushing her teeth and cleaning her mouth of any excess toothpaste. her underwear feels heavy under her skirt, elastic itchy, cloth damp with the memory of what she's done — how ichiro sounded. roxy's cheeks flush bright pink and she has to cover her face with her hands, trying to think about anything else except what just happened. it's almost too much... but it was so much fun. there's perhaps too much time spent there as roxy tries to control her breathing, stepping away from the mirror and heading back. ]

Hey, [ she whispers, slipping back into her room and closing the door. ] Miss me?

[ hooo. well, he'll take the long minute to try and clean himself up a little, too, eventually giving up on his too-hot sweatshirt and tossing it aside. it leaves his hair looking a little poofier than usual, but he is blessedly shirtless and also still bonelessly settled on the floor when roxy makes her way back.

ichiro looks up, and waits till she shuts the door to actually answer. (they could get in trouble, after all.) his mouth curls up into a grin, lighting his face. ] Hell yeah.

[ shifting where he's settled, ichiro spreads his legs apart a little further and pats his thighs. it's an invitation--c'mere. ]

[ fuck. ]

[ so much for trying to control her hormones.

he really is fuckin unfair, roxy can't deal.

but she'll take the invitation, striding over to him and tossing her leg over his hips, setting herself down on him, trying her best to not moan when she feels their bodies slide together. now there's absolutely no denying that wet heat between her legs, and the intense heartbeat she feels running through her thighs. ]

Hhhhey.

[ roxy you already said that. ]

[ it’s almost impossible not to notice the situation roxy’s gotten herself into here when she’s settled that close. his first instinct was to just reach out and hold her because he’s feeling particularly cuddly after getting off that good, but it’s a reminder of the fact that she was very much left hanging.

ichiro’s arms slide around her, one just to wrap close, the other bracing on her lower back as he shifts to bring them that little bit closer. the grin on his face is less goofy, now; it’s shifted to something a little dirtier, and he ducks in to press a kiss near her ear from before, talking low against her skin. ] You’re gonna have to let me play catch up for a minute or two.

[ he’s only human and is gonna need some recovery time here. but that’s fine; he removes the hand from her back and moves it to her thigh instead, running a big, calloused palm up the inside of one, until the pads of his fingers brush against the seam of her underwear, between her legs. it’s wet, and his eyebrows briefly raise, before he laughs, the noise soft and fond, darker than usual, and right in her ear. ] Think you almost enjoyed that as much as I did, huh. [ his fingers stroke over the front of her underwear, chasing the slickness of the fabric upwards and applying pressure near her clit. ] Don’t worry, I’m not gonna leave you hanging. It’s not gonna be long. Think you can hold out?

[ there’s a hint of a challenge to that statement. he’ll get her off with his fingers, if she can’t wait, but ...]

Edited (SORRY IM PHONE TAGGING) 2019-04-29 23:33 (UTC)

[ if given the option, roxy would agree to only cuddling and nothing more; intimacy is something she hasn't quite explored yet, and the warmth of his arms around her are more than enough. getting off is something she can do by herself. being held? that's something she needs someone else for.

ah... ichiro's so not fair, and roxy can feel his lips against that space he found before, dragging a sigh from her chest as her thighs shift and grip him. ]

I already told you. [ pulling back just enough so she can press a kiss to his lips, her throat vibrating with another pleased noise: ] I ... I wanted to hear you moan my name.

[ she'd suck his dick for hours if it meant he'd say her name like that over and over again. there's a powerful feeling that comes from knowing she caused those noises, that curse he hissed every time she moved. roxy's sure that if she's not careful, that feeling will become more addictive than alcohol.

his hand is moving between her legs and she feels her body flinch, entrance tensing for a moment; she has to concentrate to relax again. the more he strokes against her underwear the hotter her blood runs, and every second that passes she gets wetter and wetter. ]

I can wait, [ roxy finally breathes, pressing her forehead to his temple. her lips leave smeared kisses on his skin as her hips move that center of her against his fingers. absently, instinctively; quietly, she whimpers ichiro's name. ] Can you...?

Edited 2019-04-29 23:56 (UTC)

[ ichiro huffs another laugh, a brief chuckle when she lets his name out like that. a couple years ago (and you know, maybe an hour ago) that would’ve been enough to kill him, but he just got off and is feeling confident. Despite the teasing joke of him being a cherry boy, ichiro’s plenty good with his words—and he is, in fact, pretty cool. ] We’ll see.

[ her body’s hot against his, from how close they are to the way she’s radiating over his fingers. getting her writhing and shifting on his lap like that will be a quick way to get him back to being herd, but for the moment, he’s content to shower roxy with his attention, his clever fingers, long fingers. he takes it slow at first, repeating the stroking motion so that she’s chasing her own pleasure, only providing enough pressure to cause sensation. (To make sure she’s relaxed, too.) . ] I hate losing, you know? You gave me one hell of a bar to live up to.

[ his mouth finds her neck again, leaving a trail of kisses, each one longer than the last, a little more suction. ] Maybe I want to keep hearing you. I’ve gotta be sneaky, but you definitely don’t. The whole hall could hear.

[ even through everything that's swimming through her mind right now, roxy has enough sanity to realize that ichiro makes a very good point. roxy's been so worried that if ameera heard her moaning that she'd come running and slam the door open but... if ichiro stays silent, well.

it'll be like she's the only one having this much fun.

already her stomach muscles feel tired, not just from riding his hand but from all the effort it took to keep her breathing even when ichiro stood above her. her body remembers how he felt buried inside of her and roxy can feel her walls slowly tighten the more wound up she gets. her throat dries; her tongue feels heavy; but when ichiro's calloused fingertips slide over her swollen clit again she lets out a heady moan that's much louder than the intimate ones she kept just for him. this felt more natural, escaping from her chest and up to her third eye. another one comes, just as full, reverberating off the alto of her vocal chords and curling up against the walls of her room. ]

[ nice.

ichiro huffs a noise that's almost a laugh, bowing forward to tuck his forehead against her shoulder. it lets him see what he's doing, watch as he finds the outside edge of her underwear and slides his fingers into them instead, seeking out that same spot of bare skin. he never goes low enough to enter her, the pressure maddeningly consistent.

(his own patience is not gonna last that long, but at least he gets a head start as his own body gets back together from already having his brains sucked out from his dick today.) ] You're soaked, huh. [ softly, still just loud enough for her to hear. ichiro's voice sounds a little deeper than usual; he's into it. ] Fuck. I couldn't stop thinking about it either after. I've been waiting for another chance. And then you had to go and send me those pictures.

[ not a lie at all; ichiro's a really good guy, but he's also nineteen and got to sleep with a really hot girl. like usual, he lets his words lead him, the confidence and swagger that comes with being one of the best in the game so natural in how easily the words flow out of his mouth, direct contrast to his slow ministrations. ] I'll make sure every time you're like this when I'm not here - [ a shift of his hand, fingertips brushed against her entrance, enough to try and goad her into rocking onto his fingers. ] - I'm what you're thinking about.

Is that what you want?

[ ichiro doesn't need to goad roxy for too long: her body is almost too eager to push her hips into his hand, to let those fingertips of his slip inside of her when they get just a little too close to her yearning. and she is yearning even before those words and his touch thread with the pants and moans that give an escape to her pleasure.

and if she wasn't already capable of being molded to his wants just by his hands, what ichiro actually says makes roxy's entire world stumble around her for that split second; everything in her runs overhot and those pink eyes open in surprise. that breath, usually so strong to support her sounds, stutters and fails and the only thing that matters at all to her in that moment is "i've been waiting for another chance." roxy aches. from her tense entrance down to her very bones, she aches with want and the need to feel ichiro again.

she won't even try to hold out anymore. ]

Yes, [ she gasps, a weak answer to his question, but an honest one. of course, if she had her way, he'd think about her all the time, too, but that... that she can save for contemplating later. her thighs part wider to pull herself down further on his hips, to trap his hand between himself and her heat, almost begging ichiro to do what he will with her. ] I want you, [ she finally whispers, biting her lower lip to keep herself from whining too loudly. ] Please, please, don't make me wait too long...

I won't. [ that answer's beyond enticing. if he was fully ready to, he'd go for it right now, but biology's forcing him to be patient. even so, watching roxy is its own reward, and he lifts his head again to press their foreheads together, close enough that he can see every movement, watch her body tense and react to the barest motion of his hands. so the promise is earnest, serious, because he won't drag this out longer than he has to.

ichiro ducks in to kiss her, once, searing, his intentions and intensity present even in just the press of their mouths together. it gives him a second of distraction to get his other hand between her legs and pull the waistband of her panties down. it's going to require a bit more manhandling to get them off all the way, and he's content to leave it as is for now, able to get his whole hand properly between her thighs and slide his long fingers to her entrance proper, letting her soft, wet skin give as easy as anything to two fingers. ]

Fuck. [ he breathes out, again, sounding a little surprised, pressing another kiss to her mouth, as he curls his fingers just to see what happens, tests the boundaries. ] That's gonna--you're gonna feel so good. You already do. [ easy, easy, he finds that pattern he'd found the first time, pulling his fingers out and dipping back in, creating friction to the motions her hips are already making. if she's able to notice, she might catch him licking his lips. ] Little bit longer, it'll be worth it. Don't come yet, got it?

[ another kiss, softer, then another, another. to her jaw, as he shifts the angle of his wrist to press deeper than his first shallow thrust, nice and slow. ]

[ lips part to return that kiss in earnest, though all of her nerves feel like they're on fire, and none of her muscles want to respond to what her mind is telling them to do. roxy can barely concentrate on anything except the man in front of — no, beneath her, and each panted breath she draws in doesn't seem to help her body calm. even if it did, ichiro's voice would completely unravel her down to her very core.

her body accepts his fingers easily, slick and malleable as she has become. her hips want to move but all roxy will allow herself is that press of their foreheads, stolen kisses whenever she has the oxygen; and when his fingers curl another heady, unbridled moan slips out of her. she wants to call out his name, she wants everyone to know it's ichiro that's making her feel so good but the moment she does that they'll get intro trouble. it's the only thing keeping her in control.

it's the only thing preventing her from going too fast. he's more experienced, so he if he says "don't come yet" like that, then roxy is going to want to listen. abdominal muscles tense and hold her steady, pulling her walls tight around ichiro's fingers and making each subsequent thrust of them meet with a little more resistance. even then she whines, arms looping around his shoulders more steadily now, hands seeking out that thick mop of black hair to grab and tug the further down his mouth goes on her neck.

don't come yet, so she tries not to move, but already her knees are shaking. the slow pace is more than just maddening, and roxy bites her lip again hoping that small bit of pain will distract her and keep her under control. ]

I l, love the way you feel, [ she stutters, knowing no one else but the rafters will hear it. ] Oh, god—

[ whoa, she listened. ichiro makes a soft noise, impressed, both at her self restraint and the way her body's moving around his fingers. another shift, and her walls tighten up around him, the pressure even just around his fingers making him hiss. it brings him back to their first time together, influenced by aphrodisiacs or not--she'd been so tight around him it'd been practically obscene. roxy's not the only one who's been thinking about it, wanting to seek it out again, and this has been the perfect opportunity.

his mouth stays at her neck as he twitches his fingers, tries to stay in tune with her wants and needs. when roxy tugs, he bites down, not sucking down enough to leave a hickey, but enough to leave the spot behind red. he laves his tongue over it, murmuring heated: ] You too, you too. God, you're so tight--how do you wanna do this, huh? I could watch you ride me all night--ngh.

[ the motion of his fingers picks up, the sound slick and inviting, and jesus christ, he's not gonna need that much more time, either. at this point, ichiro's mouth is moving faster than his brain, but it's not all that abnormal, as he picks up the pace with his hand, fingers curling, looking for the spot to get another one of those sweet noises for the ceiling. it lets him keep talking, voice low enough that only roxy'd be able to hear. ]

Maybe from the back? [ what a mental image that is. his mouth catches against her shoulder again, the faint press of teeth, his smirk pulled up at the corners against her soft, soft skin. ] Can't see your face, but hard and fast into the futon to make you scream?

[ ichiro doesn't need his mic to influence anyone — especially not roxy, given how she's trembling in his hands, thighs vibrating around his hips. each whine that leaves her betrays the deep desire she has to keep this rolling forward much faster. god, never in a million years would she ever have thought that ichiro would be so eager to be with her again; as badly as she's wanted him since, roxy didn't want to expect anything from him.

it's the fact that ichiro is so eager that fuels roxy's passion, that feeling of being wanted by the one you want. reciprocation, she thinks, is the greatest aphrodisiac.

already she wants to scream but she'll only allow herself to pant his name against his skin, nails digging into whatever patches of skin she can reach. her own shirt is itchy and heavy on her body and only once ichiro's thumb pulls from her clit, even for a moment, can she finally rid herself of that piece of clothing. patches of pink are splashed over pale skin, creeping up her neck to splay across her cheeks and shoulders. his whisper forces her to find her head, forces her to take in a ragged breath, force her to think about what their bodies could do and what she's always wanted to try. ]

No no, [ roxy pants, catching his bottom lip between her teeth before she'll coax his fingers out of her. she's teetering on the edge and she wants to listen to his request and not take that extra step forward over to her orgasm. with a body oversensitive, roxy lays herself onto the futon, elbows first and then onto her side. a hand pulls ichiro with her, pulling him against her back, draping her leg over his knees. ] I wanna kiss you when I come, [ she finally whispers against his mouth. ]

[ god, what a great sight. ichiro's no help in getting her shirt off, his fingers twitching inside of her just to make her squeal while she's midway through it; his reward's the smell of laundry detergent and then lots of pretty, flushed pink skin, soft as can be and lovely as ever. his smirk returns, this time a little mischevious, as she sucks in that huge breath and kisses it off of his face.

ichiro moves his hand when asked, though, rotating his wrist when she pulls back. her words don't have to be spun like silk--the simple want is enough to stir the heat in ichiro's groin. he pulls back to let her untangle herself and watches her with expression hungry, an almost breathless- ] Okay. [ coming out of his mouth.

what else do you even say to that.

his cleaner hand goes into hers, and it takes a little bit of rearranging, but clearly he doesn't mind this new position at all. it puts their bodies close together, roxy's skin hot against his, even just the barest hint of friction making him ache--he made a pretty quick recovery. its hard not to, with the way her leg drapes over his.

ichiro's mouth finds her neck instead of hers, again, exhaling a shaky breath against the skin, and he rocks his hips forward so his dick slides against her. his brows pinch and his mouth opens, the expression soft and pleased where she can't see, and he has to duck his face into the back of her neck so he can hold on even a goddamn second longer, he's not patient enough for this. ] You did this, 's all you. [ getting him back up to speed that quick, driving him nuts earlier, the memory of her body against his from that stupid aphrodisiac--maybe it was supposed to be forced, but ichiro can count his blessings for the happenstance that's led to this.

he wants to make sure roxy knows that, too. that she's not just deserving of his attention, but that she's already got it.

he presses another kiss to the nape of her neck because he can, big hand sliding down her side, over the dip of her hip, into the crux of those perfect, soft thighs. it lets him get a grip, to hoist her leg that much higher over his, so all he has to do is snap his hips forward to finally give roxy some relief in that first thrust, burying to the hilt. ]

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