steelo | TELL YOUR NIICHAN COME AND TEST ME

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. ]

Ah!

[ 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...!

[ harder? harder ichiro can do. he's always been like this, a vanguard in his own right. whether it's in a rap battle or here, he never does anything at less than a hundred percent intensity. even the old times with samatoki weren't exactly slow and romantic.

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. ]

[ breathe. breathe. breathe.

roxy has to remind herself to inhale. each deep, hard thrust from ichiro pushes her closer to a complete mental meltdown. each muscle is trembling, tense and wanting, and roxy can't stop her hands from grasping his so tightly that she feels she might break both sets. her body is overhot, the sweat sheen on her skin doing nothing to cool her off, even as she feels a bead or three drip down from beneath her breasts. the slow movements of ichiro are torturous. every time he pulls out to thrust back in roxy wants to just pin him down and buck her hips faster. she wants that ending; it's been long enough. they've dragged this out for as long as they can and yet roxy can't undo her fingers from the knots they've found themselves in. if she could just — if they could — it doesn't matter because she can't think.

it feels like they've only just got to this part but they're already rushing to an end neither of them can avoid. it's inevitable, it was coming the moment roxy put her mouth on ichiro's length.

this is better than she had expected. her hair is a damp mop against her brow and a shaken breath escapes as roxy's mouth finally seeks out ichiro's. lips crash together, breath mingling as roxy finally finds the wherewithal to lead one of ichiro's hands down between her thighs again. yet even that is too much for her addled brain, and as soon as their hands pass over her bellybutton, roxy's body pulls tight like a spring and breaks, a loud cry echoing in the empty room around them, wanting anyone listening in to know. ]

Fuck, [ her volume crashes just as fast, and roxy swallows hard to wet her throat. ] Fuck, fuck... Fuck, you feel so good. Oh, god, Ichiro.

[ more experienced or not, it's only his own sheer willpower that got him to last this long. roxy spasms up against him that close (and he's with her the whole way, trying to force himself to think long enough to get his hand between her legs) and her muscles tighten around his dick, enough that it gets a gasp out of him, surprised and stuttering off in a moan, as intimate as anything.

there's a low mutter of her name, practically guttural in his chest, and for just a minute, he could bask in the sweet, loud sound of her voice and the way the heat of her body's begging for him to come.

but, he's got at least two braincells and a responsiblity complex, so he's not about to overstimulate her to death or do something stupid, so he has to force himself to pull backwards. it's a quick movement to get the hand at her belly to brace on her shoulder, the other coming down, and he pulls roxy towards himself, manhandling her onto her back in a show of gentle strength.

what's less gentle is the speed in which he gets his other hand on his dick. one quick pump, the echoes of her body still on him, soaking wet and flushed hard, and he's coming, eyes shutting as his own orgasm hits him, enough to leave a strip of white on her stomach, his body rolling from shoulders to back to hips as he rides it out for himself, too. ]

[ the haze that overtakes her mind in the immediate post-orgasm prevents roxy from doing something stupid like fighting back against ichiro's sense to pull away. confusion sinks its hooks into her brain and tugs at her expression, watching him and her body as its moved without her asking it to. eyes slide over ichiro's body, from his face to his abs, to the way their bodies still seem to mesh at their thighs, and for a moment roxy thinks she might have to draw his orgasm out again with her mouth.

her hypothesis is quickly proven wrong, and with a hungry oh god, she watches him stroke himself off those last final seconds, gasping as that white heat streaks across her flushed, trembling skin. if her body wasn't screaming for rest that probably would have been enough to work her back up: she brought him to that point. she knows why he had to pull out but she was still responsible for all of this.

her panted breaths don't slow. that slick warmth between her legs doesn't fade. that heartbeat all through her veins doesn't abate. hands weakly grab one at his hip and the other at his shoulder to pull his body back to her, eyes closing as her head presses to his neck. she's too hot and that sweat is clinging to her skin but she doesn't want to let him get too far away just yet. ]

[ finally, finally. ichiro shudders as his hand slows, drawing out whatever's left until his body's telling him to stop, and though he doesn't quite drop all of his body weight on her like he's dead, ichiro lowers himself back down when she grabs and more or less smushes against her, pressed back together.

he lets out a shaky breath, chest still heaving, too, and takes that brief moment to try and come back to reality. limbs heavy and body instantly comfortable, sticky or not, if given the choice, he's not getting kicked out any time soon.

for a moment, ichiro's content to stay there, blanketed over her. eventually, he lets out a headier exhale, turns his head to the side, and presses a kiss to the side of her head that's affectionate and lingering. ] Haaa.

[ and really, he had something smart to say, but he completely forgets it, and ends up just sort of laughing like a doofus instead, letting his cheek drop to the pillow so he can look properly at the girl next to him with that goofy smile on his face. ]

[ roxy would take an ichiro blanket any time of the day; it's better than the regular blanket they've offered her here at the dorm. ]

S'at all you gotta say...? [ but the way she says it, teasingly and slurred, it's obvious roxy doesn't have quite the amount of brain power necessary to give ichiro too tough of a time. the flush that covers her cheeks now is different, the heat of arousal bleeding out of her cheeks to settle and dissipate in her bones. ] That was...

[ she tries to think of a word but nothing is coming to her. a hand reaches down to touch at the mess on her stomach but all she can do is shake her head with her own soft, affectionate laugh. rolling onto her side, roxy rests her forehead against ichiro's and lets her eyes close for a moment, basking in the feeling of post-coital company. ]

I'm... not gonna lie, I was kinda hopin something like this'd... [ breathe. catch your breath. each inhale gradually becomes deeper as her heartrate slows. ] ...happen. But that wassss...

[ amazing. ]

...awesome. [ ichiro finishes the sentence for her, because he feels just about the same way. a little floaty, his face still flushed red from the exertion, and bone deep tired. he's moved over once she does, adjusting to press close enough that it's not sticky, but close enough to feel her warmth up close.

he lifts an arm, casual and easy, to sling across her waist, eyes fluttering shut. eventually, he'll have to get up and leave, so neither of them get in trouble, but for the moment, ichiro's feeling affectionate and just fine to cuddle up close. ] ...shit, thanks for the invite.

[ now he cracks a grin, wider, laughing, and leans in to press his nose against hers, briefly, affectionate. ] You can call me anytime. [ a pause to breathe in, catch his breath proper. ] ...for that, but in general, too. This's good.

[ there's a momentary ache in her chest when roxy realizes that a moment like this won't get to last as long as she wants — before too long, ichiro is going to have to make a break for the exit. the last thing she wants is for him to get into trouble. if it's just her, that's fine, but ichiro doesn't deserve it just for spending time with her.

(honestly the fact that he's here with her at all is punishment enough, surely there's someone better to spend his time with.)

she returns that gentle touch, letting her eyes close as she absently wraps her arms around ichiro's shoulders. it's so easy to relax into this feeling. ]

Same goes for you... [ she nuzzles him, fingertips slipping through his hair, gently massaging his scalp. ] ...'kay? In general, but for this, too.

I'd like to get to know you better.

[ a low, pleased noise escapes him at the rub of her fingers in his hair, and he rubs up into it; there used to be a running joke that ichiro was like a puppy dog when it came to the dirty dawgs, and he certainly lives it here.

eyes closing, content, he settles in close that way, his hand shifting to rub small circles against the soft skin of her back. ] Mmmkay.

[ a beat. ] Could play 20 questions.

[ joking? maybe. it might be fun, though. ]

[ well then, roxy's just going to continue massaging his scalp with firm yet yielding fingers, traveling the curve of his skull and back up. ]

Mmmaybe later. [ which is weird, she thinks to herself, because she's always down for a lightning round of 20 questions. but the truth is she's tired and all she wants to do have a shower and take a nap once ichiro has gone on his way.

the problem with that also is that she doesn't want to send ichiro on his way too soon. ] Think you kinda blew out half my brain cells just now.

Think that was you.

[ ichiro huffs a laugh, pleased with himself over his terrible dad joke, and cracks open his red eye to glance up at her from where he's now ducked his head downwards. he looks his age here, boyish and charming, instead of with a weight on his shoulders a little too heavy. ] Least you don't have to get up.

[ unlike him!! ]

Nah, that was a suck of all your brain cells.

[ HAH.

ok but really, roxy groans a little when he mentions that second part, her arms tensing around him as she adjusts her position and lays on her back. roxy tries to tug ichiro with her. ]

You don't gotta get up for a while, promise.

Edited 2019-05-31 00:09 (UTC)

Ha. [ that was so beyond unfunny but ichiro's used to it. kuukou wasn't exactly a purveyor of fine humor.

well, he's not particularly interested in leaving yet either, so. that's a problem for future ichiro; present ichiro just yawns, content like a big cat, and allows himself to be pulled with her, his weight shifting to rest on his forearms, bracketing in her head. it's a nice view of a pretty girl, all flushed and warm. ] Tell a stray dog that, it'll stay forever, y'know.

[ feeling affectionate, he tips forward to bump the tips of their noses together, press a kiss to her cheek. ]

[ for a moment roxy's not sure how to respond to that, though her indecision is hidden behind a soft, affectionate smile as she tips into his kiss. "good thing you're not a stray dog" seems a little cruel to her, while saying "too bad" makes her sound a little bit desperate for more of his attention.

and while that second part is varying shades of true, no one deserves to have roxy lalonde put that on their heads. not even dirk. god, especially not him.

so instead roxy says nothing but instead lifts her head from the pillow to place a soft kiss on ichiro's forehead. her fingers run back through his mop of damp hair, gently pulling when it suits her, but wanting nothing more than to simply rest in this moment with him, their limbs tangled together in her sheet—

actually, where is her sheet?

nah, doesn't matter. ]

You can nap for a bit if you wanna. I won't let you get in trouble.

[ maybe a bit like a puppy dog, ichiro tilts into the petting indeed, letting his eyes flutter shut as he tips to the side to get properly comfortable. one arm comes to comfortably drape across roxy, settling in close to the warmth of the body beside him.

he yawns. yeah, a nap does sound like a good idea; he huffs a soft laugh, deep and rumbly in his chest, as he tilts in that bit closer to let the heavy warmth of sleep fade into his limbs. ] Sounds good. Even if you do...'m pretty good at getting out of it.

[ trouble, that is. comfortable and content, he snuggles into the covers. one last request comes in, though, arm squeezing once where he's got it wrapped around her now. ] Stay here a while, too.

[ time for cuddles. ]

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