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Hmm…

[ He places a hand to his hip, leaning his weight onto one leg. ]

I’m not going to for pay anything and you’re not allowed to borrow what’s mine… [ He’s not really putting much thought into it. What is she gonna have him do? Fund her vacation? Buy her makeup?? Make her a bagel??? ]

I only think it’s better because do you really just want me to say something like wow… you’re the only I know who can make bowls this spotless!

( yeah fund the vacation she never takes.

but also ?? )

I'm not after your wallet. You would've lost it already if I was. ( JUST saying. anyway. ) The condition that I can't borrow your stuff does make me curious as to why, though. Not that I would..

( a thoughtful hum. she'll continue to think about it then while she works on putting more words on her report. he's right. just hearing that would be a little lackluster but, sometimes that's just the best people can do! )

Come dote on me then.

( :/ people are allowed. but only if she asks! )

[ The fact that she could easily rob him is a little off putting. (considering he’s offered to buy her stuff and she rejected it only to later get him food instead which is, in my opinion, hilarious)

In the meantime the kettle begins to hiss as the water boils, setting it aside as he takes two mugs out from his cupboard. ]

… [ What she demands earns silence, pressing a thumb between his brows as he realizes that maybe, just maybe, he shouldn’t give the teenage girl free reign to decide how she wants to be rewarded. But she’s proven that she doesn’t like older men? This isn’t perverse or a situation that’s likely going to land him in trouble… so everything should be fine! ] Okay.

[ If anything he’ll just kill himself at her feet.

He returns to the living room with two warm mugs of green tea, setting it on the table. ]

That’s exactly what you want? Just so we’re clear, this is a service where you can’t receive any refunds and all complaints are immediately tossed.

( to prove a point! it's important that he understands that she's perfectly fine on her own. a powerplay, even.

also yeah... it's funny. )

Yup. That's what I want. You'd think by now you'd learn that I don't make threats. I'm an honest girl, you know?

( take the lead right. bet. sorry mei. but maybe he shouldn't have called her a good girl.

but yeah, now he knows not to ever call her on a bluff because she never bluffs. should've drawn a better line when she asked! little life lessons. he's welcome.

she'll be taking one of those mugs though, lifting it with both hands as she leans back on the couch, daintily taking a sip as if she didn't just throw this man into a whole crisis and a half. )

Why, regretting your choice? You can back out if you want.

( would she think he's a pussy if he did? probably. )

[ nei your kinks ]

I’m just making sure. [ Mei is not one to hesitate — he’s worse when he’s drunk, invading boundaries and doing as he pleases, but when he’s sober every action is done deliberately after assurance. She’s made her decision, she’s not falling back, and while he’s not surprised he knows that their expectations of doting on another person are vastly different.

Or so he assumes. ]

Because I think our definition of doting don’t exactly align… but I’ll try my best for the cutest girl. [ A pause. ] Just put your cup down first.

[ He does NOT want her throwing hot tea on him. ]

( praise kink (savage) )

But I just got it.

( he's the one that brought the tea here to begin with! he has such little faith in her ability to not enact feats of violence and harm...

.. well, whatever. she'll take one last sip of it before setting the mug back down carefully. this has nothing to do with the fact that he's declared that she's the cutest, obviously. she needs her hands anyway? typing on her phone with only one is really awkward and as she said: she has a report to put together. )

So many demands.

( says her.. )

What, then? Need me to move?

[ He gives her a quick once over, hands placed on his hips -- another act -- before shaking his head. He then quips: ]

No. I think you're perfect where you are, but lemme see...

[ Mei then squats down, the top of his head just eye level to her as he places both hands on the couch. Just a mere breath from her thighs as he looks up at her with a smile that is both gentle yet mischievous. ] Yeah, that's what I thought... even here the view of you is perfect.

[ With one hand he reaches out and confidently grazes the back of his fingers against her shoulder, following the curve just halfway to her neck before he stops. ]

How am I so lucky? The world's prettiest girl is right here in front of me, and she wants me to dote on her? [ It's questioned like a warning; head tilting to give her a better look at the beauty mark on his throat. ] Nei, [ His thumb and forefinger cradle her chin, directing her attention to him. ] you should be more careful.

[ He leans closer, his voice just above a whisper. ]

'Cause at this point it just makes me want to kiss you.

( it's not even that nei doesn't know she's pretty. she does. perhaps a little too much, even. but this is.. different.

she's realizing now that she's never been the sole focus of someone's attention before. not like this, anyway. not with how he's looking at her. that's all she's thinking about as he lowers himself to the point where she has to look down at him a little, her eyes trained onto him as if she might lose sight of him if she doesn't.

how dangerous. he just knows how to play into her ego, doesn't he.

but there's never really a point where she feels threatened. cornered, maybe, with how carefully he's set his hands to frame her thighs with such purpose - ones that she's unconsciously pressed together as he just keeps going. he's even audacious enough to lay hands on her.

he's warm, she notes. and being the subject of someone's singular focus and lavishing is rather nice..

the warning reads less like a threat than it is a challenge when she is as prideful as she is, so maybe he shouldn't bare his throat to a girl like her? she might just take it as invitation to sink her teeth in.

then he gently takes her by the chin to redirect her focus. she probably doesn't even realize that her lips parted just that slightest bit before she even had the intent to quip back. she just really had to figure out how to string words together for a moment there? )

I don't know if you're that lucky.

( though her phone has slid off her lap some time ago, her hand reaching for the loosened tie to wind it around her fingers instead to pull it taut.

straight down, but only just a little. he'd just been lording his height over her, after all. )

I do like this view better though.

[ Mei is as confident as he irresponsible, but he does at least try to give Nei a chance to pull back as they stand at the line between them. Any reasonable man would make better boundaries — be a better adult — and praise the young girl without the added tension.

His gaze is pulled away briefly when she tugs on his tie, sucking in a breath of surprise. He exhales, followed by a laugh that has him resting his forehead briefly against her knee. ]

‘Cause you don’t gotta crane your neck?

[ It’s not an honest question, just Mei acting coy as he tips his chin and leaves a gentle kiss against her knee. He presses his cheek against her thigh, looking up at her almost expectantly. ]

So I should just get on my knees whenever you want praise? That’s naughty.

( and still he tests her, huh. )

I still have to, though.

( but the direction obviously matters.

his breath tickles when he laughs, the warmth of it fanning over what little of her thighs are bared between the panel of her dress and the cut of her shorts. she doesn't fuss much when he presses a kiss to her knee instead, but it does make her shift in her seat a little.

now that he's resting against her like that, she supposes she can let go of the tie now before she ruins it entirely. it seems like he's made himself comfortable anyway.

the expectant look has her tilting her head a little in wonder, but she's not going to ask for clarification. she'll simply assume that what he wants of her is to run her fingers through the short crop of his hair, brushing it back some as though she were doting on a stray hound.

but that brings her to her next point. )

Why, don't think your knees can handle it at your age?

( maybe if he were less.. like that, she'd be nicer, but alas! )

Edited 2025-01-13 05:01 (UTC)

[ Always. ]

I'm still young. It's not like you get to my age and suddenly any amount of cardio is gonna take you out. [ He breathes softly against the skin of her thighs, chuckling lightly. It's tempting to ease himself into a quick nap now that he's rested on her lap, but there's a stirring sensation that withholds him; too intimate. Mei only allows this tenderness for a moment longer before he's pulling back. ]

But you should really watch yourself about all this praise stuff.

[ His tone is relaxed, a bit of a drawl between words, but remains just a hint stern.

Mei should never be the person to lecture anyone, but this is out of genuine concern. ]

I really ain't that great of a guy... for a second there I was gonna start treatin' you like I would a lady I'd take home.

[ LIKE SHE'S????? NOT????? He's stupid. ]

( he doesn't look like the kinda guy that has enough time for cardio? desk jobs would kill her.

he pulls away and there's temptation there to let that hand of hers grab a proper fistful of his hair.. but! she's got pretty okay impulse control, lucky for him. the warmth will be missed, but she's not about to linger too long on that.

he drawls on, and finally she lets herself sit back on the plush of the couch before crossing her legs, head tilted, eyes just a touch narrow. )

Aren't I?

( huffs. what, is she not a lady?

the worry is unfounded, as far as she's concerned. it's not the first she's been asked to be more careful, but like he said - she can handle herself. )

I don't follow everyone who says nice things about me to their houses. Too many places to be otherwise.

( then, a thoughtful pause, as if mulling over something as her eyes fall to the beauty mark on his neck. for no real reason, probably. but she might as well clarify since that seems like an inevitable question anyway. )

Just the ones I like the attention of, or whose opinions I value. That's not exactly a lot of people.

( she shouldn't admire that work ethic of his, but she does! he definitely has more of a separation between work and play than she does though. )

And the amount of people I allow to touch me is even less.

( does he really think she'd be so passive about something she has a distaste for? come on now. )

[ He gets his steps in running after his talents --

Mei looks away dismissively, lips pressed into a frown. ]

It's a bit different? [ Obviously, he's being vague; the women he brings into his home are often relationships that are unceremoniously brief and casual. The last thing he wants is for her to be wrapped in his playboy lifestyle -- hidden behind his mask of professionalism, doing his best (albeit poorly) to keep the demand of his vices at bay.

But that's probably too late, isn't it?

Mei brings a hand to his face, suddenly bashful, as her unrelenting honesty has him both enamored and embarrassed. ] Haa, I'm really pathetic... having someone this much younger than me say all of that with so much confidence? [ He feels important? But that can't be right. Everything in his life has always been so transactional.

So maybe this isn't so different.

With his free hand he places it on her knee, slowly dragging it upward to her thigh. Face unhidden, he sits comfortably on his knees as he looks at her with sharp eyes. ]

You know... it's good to relieve a bit of stress through physical touch, have you ever tried?

( and his problems * )

Is it?

( maybe. it's not like she'd know what he does behind closed doors with said women or all the entanglements (or therefore lack of) behind all that. he'd know better than she would.

but she just watches for a moment, curious. he was being so bold earlier, so it's a little strange to see him suddenly get shy over something like that. not that it's a bad thing - she just didn't think that a bit of honesty was going to do all that?

then she feels his hand on her thigh and suddenly it doesn't really matter. she barely even registers the question, but when she does? her laugh is soft, more a huff than anything proper. before she answers that though, she'll go on ahead and curl her fingers around that same wrist and guide it up just a bit more to hike up that dress of hers. there's probably good reason for that other than the fact that she's relishing in the touch, which will become apparent in a moment. )

The last time I relieved stress physically, I almost killed the guy.

( but she looks so sweet saying it? like she's trying to prove a point. and here, she'll even uncross her legs for him as she sinks her nails in, humming. )

Sparring, of course. ( what else would it be? ) .. But no, not in the way you're thinking, probably.

Unless you're counting myself?

( she's only human, after all. )

It is, because you're like a precious kouhai.

[ Not that Nei really needs him to be that good influence.

Half of him wishes that he did, but the other half -- the half that overwhelms him -- doesn't flinch with indulging her a little. Even it means risking everything he's made for himself just for a moment of selfishness, pushing that final boundary between them aside.

Her nails dig into his skin and she doesn't flinch. Rather, a longing sigh leaves between his lips as his palm warms the skin of her thigh. It's more tempting than a kiss, more dangerous than the thought of putting his life at risk. Nei could almost take his life and he thinks the rush would calm the insatiable hunger Mei hides. ]

Yeah. You tried at least once, right?

[ Nei doesn't seem the type to mess around? It makes him feel even worse -- it lures him in.

Mei finds no reason to hesitate anymore, both hands now roaming up the skirt of her dress. Her skin is soft, his heart skips a beat, and as he looks to her half-lidded eyes his hands find the curve of her hips. ] Nei, [ He pulls her forward, her knees now pressed against his chest. ] spread your legs. I wanna touch you.

( it's really only now does her breath catch in her throat, his touch warm over the curve of her thighs, and a trail lingers in his wake as if her skin's caught flame beneath his fingers. it's something she can't help but marvel at for a moment considering she's never had anyone's hands on her like that before.

the attention is dizzying, almost overwhelmingly so for a girl that lives like she depends on it to breathe. everything he's doing is only solidifying the idea that it's her that he wants in this moment and nothing else, an arrangement in which she has absolutely no complaints. if anything, she might be in trouble. what if she ends up liking it just a little too much? what is she to do then?

she doesn't even mind that he's pulled her closer to the edge, but she can't help the slight baring of fangs the moment he makes his demand. she remains as prideful as ever despite the fluster across her skin; despite the fact that she's inching her knees further apart anyway just to accommodate him better. even her snarl lacks is usual bite, a little softer around the edges as if breathless. )

Don't tell me what to do.

( in fact, she's going to reach up for him. her fingers once again carding through the slightly tussled hair, sinking in until she's found proper purchase within them to slowly but surely grab a firm hold of it. it makes her feel steadier anyway, and he doesn't seem to mind the bit of rougher handling, so it all works out. )

You're already touching me, first of all.

( it's not as if his hands have left her since crossing that line. there's a complaint she wants to make anyway, so she will! )

And what happened to wanting to kiss me?

( okay, so maybe it hasn't left her mind. what of it. )

[ It's a question both of them should ask -- would enjoying this singular moment bring them back for more? A part of him wants to pull back, putting a stop to this game of push and pull, but it is obviously pushed aside. Mei would much rather feign ignorance when their relationship inevitably shifts than acknowledge it in full, so he may as well have some fun.

He lifts his chin, neck curving forward when she pulls at his hair. There's a slight tinge of pain that starts at the base of his skull and passes through every nerve in a quick wave of euphoria. Pooling at his stomach and forcing his blood to run hot with desire as he finally gives her a smile baring teeth, eyes half-lidded. ]

Should I only follow your demands? [ It's an honest question; giving her the chance to have control. ] Sorry -- I'm being selfish.

[ She probably won't like it, but he deliberately pulls his hands away, placing them on either side of her thighs against the couch. There's an ache that sends a pang of shame down his spine in realizing that the want to touch her is quickly developing into a need.

Mei props himself up on his knees, now at eye level. Maybe it's their difference in height, but it's only now that he's so close that he notices features left ignored; the length of her eyelashes being the first to draw him in. He fixates on her eyes, as if giving her a last chance to push him away as he leans in and only shutting his own once they're just a breath away. Gentle, teasingly, he only just grazes their lips together before a second of impatience passes and Mei closes the remaining distance with a firm kiss. ]

( whatever the case may be, she'll think about it later. it's not as if she has the words to ask right now anyway, her mind set on this new pursuit in that same way she does everything else.

he asks that, and she makes to say as if that were obvious. but then he removes his hands off of her again to lean up on his knees, and she flits between a complaint to something more akin to quiet surprise the moment he locks gazes with her.

it's not as if she's blind, the man is objectively pretty even without the silver tongue and the bias of knowing him before all this. so it's not something she's never noticed before, but more something she feels she couldn't afford to linger too long on more than the passing thought.

the shift is interesting, though. the side of him that she doesn't really see all that often and probably for good reason. if she'd met him like this first, this interaction would have ended before it even began. simple as that.

and even now he seeks to test her patience, but this time it's entwined with a nervousness in the pit of her stomach that only gets worse the longer he drags on, unexpectedly so for someone so brash otherwise. but he's clearly experienced, and there's nothing she hates more than falling short at anything. what if -

the initial touch is barely even enough to get any of her lip balm on his, and still it stops her breath right where it is.

it's not until he lays claim to the rest of the space between them does she remember herself, but it's too late to stop the soft little noise she makes that gets muffled into the kiss. although it is a good thing she's hardly ever been a passive girl, because it's all it takes for her hands the come properly around his shoulders to keep him there, perhaps a little too needily so. she even tilts her head a bit to ease into him properly, lips parting with a sigh.

no wonder it's something he chases often. )

[ Mei is at least adaptable despite being on his worst behavior. He knows better than to come in aggressive and hungry, the pace he'd take with anyone that was just looking for a quick rouse of fun; assuming that it isn't what Nei wants. Even if melding their mouths together encourages him to be greedy --

It gets worse when he feels the weight of her arms around his shoulders. It brings the sensation of being wanted -- needed -- by someone else that makes him abandon all restraints. A hand moves to cradle the curve of her neck, tracing her jawline and cupping her cheek as the other rests against the pillows of the couch to anchor him. Mei lulls forward, head tilting as he continues to press kisses on her lips just as she sighs into his mouth.

There's a brief moment where he forces their lips apart, where he so naturally was just a second away from parting her lips with his tongue, pulling away. There's a needed breath of air, lust hazing over his eyes as his heart pitters in his chest with excitement. ]

More? [ Like it isn't obvious, but he has to ask? ] Maybe we should lie down, too...

[ so his old man knees don't hurt later ]

( it's a touch she leans into before she thinks about it, stayed by the hand she's growing increasingly fond of as he leaves her breathless with every kiss. as thankful she is for the break before she grows dizzy, there's still a part of her that wants to chase when he pulls away - and sort of does, until he says something.

with lips parted and skin flushed a proper pink, she takes a moment of pause to figure out what it is he's asking - he keeps posing her questions he knows the answer to, which she slowly, ever slowly, realizes is a show of consideration in case she's hesitating. he has asked her at every turn if she's sure, as if she'd still be here if she wasn't. it makes her laugh, a soft and rare thing. )

Mm, yeah.

( so she'll free him, she supposes, slowly unwinding her arms to gently nudge him away with two fingers against his forehead. )

You're in my way, ( not that she minds him being where he is, but she does need her legs to readjust, or move elsewhere. ) unless you want to be thrown on the couch.

( she does look like she's thinking about it... )

[ Better for them both that she doesn't pull him back, because any signs of desperation would have him vigorously willing to please. Mei so desperately wants to separate work from play, but when he's tasked with something he will see it through -- in this very moment it's ensuring that Nei is showered in affection.

Mei leans back, giving her space, exhaling before he brings the back of his hand up to bite back a fit of laughter. What's sad is that it's entirely possible that she could just throw him around, and he won't deny that it's both appealing and hilarious to think about. ]

You could do just about whatever you wanted to me. [ He says in confidence, his expression softening; earnest.

Taking her legs into both hands he'll encourage her to move, guiding her legs so that she can lay comfortably along the couch. He won't fight her, really, and she's free to move and position herself as she pleases. ] You can throw me around, kick me, bite, scratch... but just make sure if you leave any marks it's somewhere I can hide.

( she doesn't mind. she might question why he thinks she needs the help with something like this, but she's dismissing it as an excuse to keep his hands on her, which she's not going to complain about, so..

swinging her legs up on the couch is easy enough now that she's not in danger of hitting him. as she settles in, she keeps one knee bent and one relatively flat on the upholstery so she can better guide him over in turn to let him take his precious spot between them. not that it'll take much convincing but, maybe she just wants an excuse not to be entirely rid of his warmth either.

she considers the offer he so casually makes, then: )

I think you're the one that has to be more careful about the things he says.

( she was gentle about letting him settle above her, a spot she's still debating if she'll let him keep, but then her fingers curl into the white of his button up to yank him back down to her like she's trying to prove a point.

it makes the way she hooks her heel over the back of his thigh almost sweet even with the way it digs in. she's at least let go of his dress shirt, smoothing the wrinkles made over with her palms like a silent apology. )

Don't break skin. ( her first real line drawn in the sand. the next bit comes a bit quieter, lower, as she tucks herself beneath his jaw with a nuzzle. ) But don't treat me like I'm going to break either just because I've never done this before.

( if it sounds anything mildly like a threat.. well, that's because it is. )

You think of me like your sweet, darling kouhai? Then guide me.

[ Mei likes to help -- at least when he's sober, but right now it seems more like an excuse than anything else. And it doesn't help that his hands are starting to grow cold and needy, wanting the touch of her skin to warm his palms.

He brings a hand up to his loosened tie, releasing it from it's loop, the other casually positioned beside her head as he kneels between her thighs. In this position he feels as if he's sinking further, unable to help himself, tempted by her lips and the words the leave them. Akin to a threat, it ignites a similar recklessness that chases him after every shot of alcohol. ]

Should I? [ He's not surprised when she pulls him down, but it takes him a second to register her clinging to him like this. Nei always gave off the impression that she would be the type, but it's completely different now that he's both validated and indulging in it. ] Would you prove it?

[ Nei's undoubtedly strong and could absolutely take him down, but he's not really looking for her to fight him.

He takes her hand, guiding up from his chest and to his neck. ] I wouldn't do that. [ He adds, leaning in to press chaste kiss to her cheek. Peppering them down her jaw with heated breath. ] Right. Once I start it's kinda hard to stop... but I'm sure my girl can keep up, right?

[ My girl. Don't think too much about it. He just says shit.

But before she comments he turns his head, chasing the high to her lips with a deep kiss. Adrenaline coursing through his veins as he parts his mouth, encouraging her to breathe while taking the opportunity to push his tongue from between his lips; searching for heat.

And since Nei has given him an inch, Mei intends to take the whole mile -- starting by placing a hand on her breast. It's a slow, gentle massage as he allows her to adjust to the feeling of his tongue invading her mouth. ]

Edited 2025-01-27 03:06 (UTC)

( that her hand is being guided back up is something she notes somewhere in the back of her mind. something he liked? as if her hand simply being on him isn't enough, which is fine. it only makes figuring out what works for him easier, as she does so love to please.

the kiss to her cheek tickles, but the one he lowers to her jaw makes her breath hitch and her knees press into his sides, fingers curling into the back of his neck as his breath fans across oversensitive skin.

there's plenty she could say here, plenty she wants to say, since it's not as if she's unused to the sport of talking back. the implication that she has something yet to prove, to keep up - then calling her his? my. he really is quite bold now that he's cast aside his layer of professionalism.

she doesn't hate the eagerness though. she did say she wanted to be doted on, and he's given his adoration and appreciation in spades. there's a heat in her belly that's getting incredibly hard to ignore; the thrill clawing in her chest far different than any she's experienced even as one who risks her neck every time she sets out for a job.

then she's drawn into another kiss, this time pressed on like he wants more of her somehow. a lead she follows, lips parting for him when urged to, whining right against him when his hand moves to toy with her through all her layers. it's not hard to feel her shiver when she's going to arch up into his palm the way that she is, urgent and needy in a way that only seems to get worse with every breath.

the press of his tongue only serves to encourage her to chase after a proper taste of him now that she's gotten like this, the grip on the back of his neck tightening some to keep him from pulling away too soon as she gives chase. she'll even be helpful, or make some attempt to be. he was removing his tie before he kissed her again, so she'll let the nails of her other hand drag down the line of his front to let it catch on a button or two, purposefully snagging on fabric to let the slowly building tension on the stitches act as her next threat.

it'll be the fastest way to be rid of it, if you ask her. it won't be hard for him at all to add the last bit of force to push those stitches past breaking point with how helpfully insistent she is about it, but he can work it off normally too, she supposes. to spare the ruin of one of his work shirts. it doesn't matter to her as long as it's gone. )

[ It's a quick transition from day to night, but admittedly Mei's work ethic isn't the best. Relationships get too personal, making the excuse that it's beneficial for his talent's well-being. What makes him appear so adjusted and well-adored is that he's so good at hiding it, just as he'll be keeping Nei; a secret.

If she decides to leave marks then he'll have to explain them with vague mentions of a rendezvous, and no one will be too surprised.

Mei feels her fingers tugging at the buttons of his shirt, feeling the cool air touch his chest with a shudder. He takes a moment to breathe, canting his head slightly to push their tongues together and melt into the heat of her mouth. The hand on her breast continuing to palm and grope at her to receive a response. Only stopping when he notices her attempt coming too close to tearing at the seams of his shirt -- and while he can get another one, that's still money he doesn't want to necessarily spend?

But, more importantly, as he's leaned so close and forced to be within her presence, Mei does notice something that throws him entirely off: her scent. Nei smells nice, in a way that it causes the calm of warmth settled in the pit of his stomach to be thrown several degrees higher. And while it's easy to remove a simple work shirt there's... a lot going on... with Nei's outfit... ]

Nei -- [ He pulls away with a little bit of effort, hands drawing back to himself to properly pull the buttons of his shirt and revealing a simple white one underneath. His voice is hoarse when coming up for air, keeping himself hovering over her and just within reach if she's greedy enough. ] You're like a cat, it's really cute.

[ Shouldering off the first layer he drops his hands down to her waist, squeezing his thumbs against her hips as he drags them downward. He's underneath her skirt a second later, fingers exploring her thighs before his fingers find the fabric of her underwear. They coil around it and tug, pulling them down just slightly to expose her. ]

But if you want me to strip down just say that.

[ It's neither a request or demand, simply a suggestion -- not that he'd ever be mad at her for her eagerness.

A single hand moves between her legs, fingers searching for heat as his index and middle slip into her folds. His thumb dragging to the hood of her clit, drawing circles to send a pleasure, hot and electric, through her nerves. ]

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i missed my train stop writing this. i needed you to know.

LMAO NOOOO it's all mei's fault

when i looked up and realized i was four stops out i was like. hm. that is not correct.

that is not correct but... you made it....

yes. and alive to write smut another day

wait maybe i should finally put a nsfw tag on this... finally

'finally' damn ur right i could've edged us both harder

yeah just four more months of blue balls tbh