steelo | TELL YOUR NIICHAN COME AND TEST ME

[ the grin on ichiro's face makes him look like a kid caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar, and one who is clearly not sorry about it.

he lifts both of his hands up. ] I'm not the kind of guy who hesitates. 'sides, I figured I might as well beat the competition.

[ that grin stays. ] Can I come up?

[ with almost buyable innocence: ]

What competition?

[ but she steps away from the window, leaving it open and disappearing into the room beyond.

it's an obvious answer to his question. ]

[ oh you bet your cute ass he is climbing into this window. it's not like it's high off the ground, and he has a feeling the gendered rules of housing around yoshiwara are pretty similar--they sure would be back home.

it's probably not the first time he's hopped up someone's storm drain to shimmy into the window, so. ichiro hoists himself up as easy as anything and practically parkours over the railing as only a delinquent could truly do, using the momentum to swing his legs through the window and dismount with his feet on the ground. ten out of ten sticking the landing, yamada!

the movement doesn't stop there, though--he takes the rest of his momentum to bound forward and hook his arms around her waist from behind, curling over her back and giving her a squeeze. it really is a nice fit. ] You're a menace, you know that?

[ the sounds that greet him on the other side of the landing are just roxy organizing the room a little, and she twirls on the ball of her foot to face him, face split in a grin. a tease almost slips from her black-painted mouth but she's cut off by the way ichiro's arms wrap around her waist and press her body against his.

suddenly, roxy is short both words and breath. she's a little surprised he didn't keep going into a kiss but also, thankful. then she might be short two legs as well. ]

I am? [ glancing to the side, a thoughtful look crosses her features ] What'd I do this time?

[ she knows exactly what she did don't buy her lies ]

Well, [ he starts, very seriously, as if discussing the finer points of that time I got reincarnated as an op rapper: ichiro ducks in and rubs his nose against her neck just because it’s there, the gesture ticklish, his voice low. ] I think you might be the only person in Yoshiwara who found a way to sext someone.

[ ....he’s clearly teasing. ] And leave someone on read. [ playful for real, now, squeezing her that little bit closer, so they’re pressed flush. ]

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[ you know i wouldn't be surprised if that was an actual isekai.... ]

Ohhh that. [ roxy leans her head against his as she loops her arms about his shoulders, pressing her hips to his body and trying her best not to get drawn in too fast. but she's always been a little stupid that way. ] Did'ja like that?

[ fingertips play at the nape of his neck, touching the tips of his hair. a soft giggle meets that lingering feeling of his breath against her skin. ]

Mebbe one day I'll figure out how'ta send you an actual sext.

[ clearly ichiro doesn't mind the close contact. his arms loosen enough to let roxy wriggle around against his chest, which puts her in ideal playful cuddling range. he doesn't lean back, letting her come into his space as he laces his fingers together at the small of her back.

the actual sext comment makes him laugh, though. having a working phone again...how nice. ichiro's deep voice rumbles against her skin, mouth curled up in a smile. ] If you did that, I'd be doing way more than sneaking into your window to say thank you.

[ aside from the implied sexy part, ichiro's still got his phone: it's been on low power mode and tucked into a corner of the house untouched, just in case it starts working. just in case jiro and saburo try to contact him, it's there.

that's a thought for later. ichiro keeps trailing those kisses down her neck, soft, just affectionate because she's there, warm and real and nice in his arms. ]

[ clearly roxy's going to soak up all the close contact that she can, almost melting against ichiro's body and letting her eyes close as his hands rest near her hips. she can't help the slight grin that tugs at the corner of her mouth, and as she cants her head to the side to allow ichiro better access to her neck, another laugh escapes. ]

Then I guess Imma hafta... [ she sighs as his lips brush over that spot beneath her ear, fingers gripping his clothing more firmly. ] ... figure somethin out.

[ but she'll only let herself enjoy this for a few seconds more, pulling her upper body away just enough to look up at him. ]

Hey, hey... isn't this s'posed to be about you?

[ ohoho, that was a good spot. he's clever enough to cotton right onto that, and is about to tip up to press his mouth there again to see if he can get that cute reaction out of her-- then roxy's pulling away. aw.

ichiro tilts his head to the side to look at her properly, too, eyes twinkling just a little with something mischievous. his tone reflects roxy's thoughtful one from earlier. ] Ohhh, my bad. Is it?

[ yeah, no, he didn't forget. ]

[ oh good, someone who can keep pace with her; it's that fact that makes her grin grow wider more than anything else. ]

I mean, if you wanna keep kissin me that's fine, I'm not complainin. [ she slides her hands down, down over his arms, ducking between their warm bodies so she can slide her fingertips up underneath his shirt. ] I like it when you kiss me.

[ ah... cute... she's really cute. his mouth turns up at the corners too, and he's ducking in to give her a kiss before she even finishes her sentence. you can almost see the puppydog tail wagging behind him--he's clearly pretty happy.

obediently, he shifts his arms out of his way to make space for her, and talks right up against her mouth, voice dropping low and sweet. ] Good. Me too.

[ well, he does. he pulls back a little further, now, the grin returning. ] But if you've got plans, don't let me interrupt them. [ he'll try to be patient for once in his life. ]

[ fuck, why is he so good at this? or why is she so ... new. it still feels like her body is oversensitive to everything more than just a light touch and even then...

her weight rolls up onto the balls of her feet and she can't help a whimper as ichiro pulls away. even if it's just a little bit. it still feels too far. fingers twist now into the waistband of his pants to pull him back to her, mouth finding his again so she can press another kiss to his lips.

see, she got a couple of pointers at the festival from a few excitable residents. even if this act is all about him, she has to take her time to butter him up first. ]

You wanna know what else I like, Ichiro? [ barely do her lips brush his as she talks, voice a low whisper. ] I liked the way you felt inside me.

[ well he's nineteen this isn't gonna take long

anyway--it's not so much like ichiro's particularly great at the sexy part, so much as it is using his voice. he's an expert with his words, can command them to do just about anything he wants with his mic in hand, and this part at least isn't all that different.

...though, apparently he's not the only one. hoo. the abrupt boldness of the comment catches him off guard, and ichiro blinks at her--but the brief surprise doesn't laugh, melting into almost a smirk instead. sure, he's an affable, goofy barely adult, but he's just as much that as a swagger filled, top of his game rapper, and he's all good to slip into that too. ichiro's hands curl a little tighter, and he presses their mouths together for a proper kiss, this time lingering. ] Yeah? [ good. he was a fan too, but he'll let her take the reins and urge her on instead, give her the avenue to keep going.

his hands drift, though, shifting from her hips to her back to her ass, just because he can. ]

[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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