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[ 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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