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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. ]
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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. ]
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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— ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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?
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[ 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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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?
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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 ...]
IT'S OK!!
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...?
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[ 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.
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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. ]
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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?
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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...
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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. ]
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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—
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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?
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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. ]
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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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[ the snap of ichiro's hips and the rush of his body into hers pushes that cry out; roxy's head snaps back as she gasps for air, the hand twisted with his gripping tighter. you did this, he whispered, and roxy feels her thighs tremble at his hips. her own buck and rock because her body still doesn't know how to handle the overabundance of sensation — and a large part of her hopes it never will. she can feel ichiro against every inch of her inner walls as she moves, tensing for a moment before forcing herself to relax so she's open to him and each of his hard thrusts.
and yet even relaxed, her body is still just as tight as she was before, and every breath she tries to take in is shaken and weak. just as she is responsible for ichiro's status, he is responsible for her, from everything about the touch of his hand to the pressure of his dick inside of her. and roxy can only take it for a few moments before she squeezes his hand at her chest, head rolling back onto his shoulders. with every rock of her body, every shockwave that bounces through her, she tries to say his name. it comes out in gasps, pants, breathless and wanting and hungry and roxy presses her face against his cheek. her entire body is trembling and it's all because of him. she knows it's not going to take much longer before she tumbles over that cliff but the last thing she wants is to hit that peak too soon.
soon both her hands are grasping both of his, holding them up between her breasts and twisting their fingers together as though ichiro is her lifeline despite pushing her as close to that little death as he can. roxy has to keep his hand away from her clit otherwise, otherwise — god, otherwise... she won't be able to handle it. ]
H, Harder, [ she finally whispers, lips pressing to his skin in a quick kiss. ] Harder...!
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besides, it gets him close enough that he can feel every bit of roxy's reactions. she's so tight, hot and wet enough to draw him back in with every push of their hips together. every spot where they're connected is overwhelmingly hot, and he lets himself focus on how fucking amazing it feels to let her take him in, to feel her body writhing against his own, bare skin to bare skin.
he's barely got the wherewithal to let his hands wander, so. when roxy grabs his hand, ichiro laces his fingers into hers, bicep flexing over her ribcage to brace himself and her while roxy shakes apart in his arms. he's not going to last long either. he's just as breathless, shallow, a groan spilling out of his mouth so intimately close to her ear it wouldn't be heard anywhere else.
as if in response to her request, ichiro's hand squeezes in hers. he drops his face against her shoulder and uses the secure way he's pressed against her now to snap his hips--it's slower, but the angle lets him thrust hard, to get deep, inhaling the scent of her skin and sweat and sex up so close and pulling out to repeat, again, and again. he's not going to last long either, not after earlier, but ichiro murmurs her name against her shoulder and chases after how fucking amazing her body feels surrounding his. ]
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