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[ 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. ]

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( 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. ]

( it's curious. she could swear she can taste the sweetness of his treat from earlier on him, but she very well could just be overthinking it while she very much so is not in a state to be doing that. whatever the case may be, what she knows with certainty is that she wouldn't mind getting another try at it, if granted the chance.

there's also a part of her that's grateful that her mouth is otherwise occupied, because it's getting a little embarrassing hearing herself sound the way she does even muffled against him. every knead makes it worse, and her patience with the layers of fabric between is thinning by the second. his is a touch she's quickly learning that she both wants and fears would ruin her if she were to experience it directly.

she'll let go of his shirt when he pulls away to ease it off himself at least, head tilting a bit to one side as she watches him do just that with no small amount of interest. )

.. A cat?

( even now she still has it in her to squint up at him with that flicker of defiance. she's cute because she's her? not because she's akin to some domestic animal - )

That's..

( but then his hands are back on her, warming her sides and delighting in that squeeze before they dip back where they were prior.

only he doesn't stop there, emboldened to push further up her dress and tug at her panties just enough for a chill to draw a shiver out of her. she almost doesn't hear his suggestion with how she jerks with a bit of a yelp at the sudden shift in temperature, her hands reaching up and around to grab at the back of his shirt to pull him in and tuck herself beneath his chin as if it'll do anything to stave off the cold.

that snarl of hers doesn't have as much heat behind it as she wanted, frustrated in how she can't seem to help but roll her hips up to seek out the warmth of his hand despite herself. )

Isn't that a little unfair?

( he skipped over so many of her other accoutrements and got to such an intimate spot so readily! a feat she can't help but feel like was a little too easy to do? but such is the nature of wearing dresses and letting a man that knows exactly what he wants get this close.

and as if she knows exactly how much of a mess he's about to make of her, she tugs at his shirt to hike it up enough to slip her hands beneath, sinking her nails into his shoulders just as he works his fingers along the slick heat between her thighs.

she'll deny ever whimpering when the relief of being touched floods her in her entirety, nosing at his neck as she tries her utmost to readjust and shift beneath him to better angle her hips for him, pressing against that maddening thumb and squirming as if she truly intends to fuck herself with his fingers. she was already wet from everything leading up to this point, working her up to dripping won't take much when he's clearly dedicated to the cause.

what she buries and mouths against the base of his neck sounds suspiciously like his name stuttered, but she'll deny that too. )

[ She is undoubtedly cute on her own, but her likeness to a cat eager to strike it's claws while sinking into his embrace is too adorable. Her eagerness is similar to one, at least, nails dragging against fabric with eyes burning with desire for adoration; Nei is young and daring, and perhaps a little too familiar with risk to be put herself in such a position. It may be nothing like fighting monsters lusting for her blood, but she's still in dangerous territory --

Mei trains his eyes on her expression, presses his fingers delicately against such a sensitive area. Because even if she told him not to treat her like she's something fragile there's still that part of him that feels shame for indulging in this. Pleasure burns the back of his neck, heart still relatively calm.

Maybe he should have teased her some more, felt and grasp at curves of her body that (apparently) no one else has touched. But there's a level an intimacy with just taking his time that makes Mei instantly recoil at the idea, pushing closer but pulling back for her sake.

At least that's what he tells himself; cowardly. ]

You want me to play fair?

[ Mei's back flexes underneath the searing pain of her nails against his skin. It's a sensation that drives him forward, craning his neck and placing fleeting kisses against her ear and then her cheek. Breathing out a groan as it coaxes him further, a finger being driven into the heat of her pussy. Inch by inch, his index finger sinks until he's encircled by heat to the base. He draws his finger back slowly, easing her into the sensation as one arm moves to wrap around her waist to slot her against his body as close as possible in their position.

Breathing in he's enraptured by her scent once more, a shudder going down his spine and to the small of his back. ]

But how'll I fuck you if I can't bend a couple rules?

( every moment that passes just makes the cinch of her clothes feel that much more stifling. she really should have done away with the corset awhile ago, but it's not as if she gave that part much thought when her focus is drawn everywhere else. hubris, perhaps, on her end. she'd always been too confident for her own good to start.

vulnerable as it feels, dangerous as it might be - it feels good, so how bad could it really be?

especially when he presses even more kisses along her skin, leaning against him in a half-nuzzle as his breath tickles the sensitive spot there. it's not until she feels the press of his finger does she jerk, tensing from the touch and her breath growing more shallow at every inch.

it's different, far different compared to her own. he's unabashed about burying himself to the knuckle, for one, and he fills her in a different way than she can with her fingers. then he says that so bluntly while steadfastly working her cunt with his hand that she really shouldn't be blamed for imagining what it'd be like for his cock to stretch her insides instead. a thought that she admonishes herself for, feeling as if she shouldn't paint that image of him despite his declared intent.

and yet, she's rolling her hips up into his palm anyway, grinding insistently against him as she hisses. )

I meant your clothes, Mei.

( the one she thinks he's got far too much of when he's already gotten under her skirt and then some?

so, as shaky as she feels, she'll take it upon herself to rectify said problem, dragging the nails of her right hand down the flexed muscle of his back so she can slide it between them. it's a bit of an awkward angle with how snugly she's pressed against him, so he'll simply have to forgive the blind search for the clasp with her fingers, especially so when he's going to make it this hard to focus.

frustrated is perhaps putting how she feels now a bit lightly. the desire to reach for his hand instead to urge him along fingerfucking her to chase that high is something great and terrible, but she's doing her absolute best to keep steady and focus on her task instead before she gets too greedy for her own good.

not that she does too well in working off the clasp, the flare of her irritation is bleeding the rest of her patience dry. so perhaps the fact that she's palming his cock through the thick of his layers is meant to be a matter of pettiness for getting her this riled up so quickly, but also.. encouragement, maybe. she doesn't know. )

You can't fuck me with these on anyway?

( although the thought of him simply shoving them low enough to get at her is admittedly making her blood run hot. that he didn't even bother to pull her panties all the way off almost feels as if he couldn't wait any longer, and what girl wouldn't be flattered? )

[ Every breath and gasp is noted when she grinds down onto his palm, as is the way she grips onto him. She tenses and writhes underneath his touch that feels so unbecoming of her usual behavior, and yet it's exactly what encourages him to continue. Drawing his finger back and pushing a second inside, feeling the insides of her warm cunt stretch due to his intrusion; leisurely rubbing circles into her, body easing against her own.

Clothes. She's talking about clothes. He wants to laugh, because that sounds so undoubtedly her; Nei is honest and unhesitant even while she's clawing at his back in desire. He hisses out, every nerve suddenly so hyperaware of the fingers trying to make space between them so that she can touch him.

A satisfied hum, shortly followed by a short groan as he feels her hand against his cock. And though it may take him a moment to admit it, her question both flusters and rouses him -- because Mei would be perfectly content with displayed pretty along his couch as his fingers bring her to climax, but their bodies obviously expect more. But it only makes him more daring, more unseemly, than the corporate man she's more familiar with seeing. ]

Nei, [ Softly and sickly sweet, his voice drips out her name like honey. He slows down his tempo to a benignly slow pace, the hand around her waist dropping past the small of her back to grab a handful of her ass. ] you're sure about that? Wouldn't this be your first?

[ Like he's encouraging her with any other options. ]

... I'll need to go grab a condom.

[ THAT'S A LITTLE MORE IMPORTANT THAN GETTING NAKED. YEAH. ]

( he really needs to stop throwing questions her way if he's going to continue to toy with her? the fitting her with another one of his fingers whilst curling them in the way that he is definitely feels like she's being fucked with, and not in the ways they're working up to.

especially with how he's saying her name and continually feeling her up even while knuckles deep. the intent behind them makes something in her belly flutter, and now he's saying he has to go get something? )

You're really asking me that after working me up this much?

( not that she doubts that he could make her cum with his fingers. it'd be a hard thing to deny when she can hear how wet she's gotten with every press of his fingers.

and now he's saying he has to go somewhere? tsk. )

Can't it wait?

( she's not disregarding the need for one. logically, she knows he'll have to eventually. but right now? right now she's quite happy riding his fingers and the little circles he's drawing in her. he's the one that made it easier to indulge in them, what with how he's holding her up and all? taking that away and leaving her to the cold would be cruel, in her opinion. )

Just don't put it in yet.

( that one felt a little too bold, even for her. getting flustered now feels silly considering everything else, and yet.

here she is, working off the clasp of his trousers at long last as if it might distract away from it. she doesn't push them off his hips, at least. merely letting her fingers feel along the thinner fabric beneath and marvel at how hot he feels against her like this, just one flimsy layer away from touching skin. )

But.. I also want to make sure you feel good, too.

[ The adult should argue that no, actually… it can wait and she can lie there on the couch cold and wet. Maybe it would kill the mood, give them a chance to breathe and realize this was a kiss and few teasing words taken too far. But that would only make him a hypocrite now that he’s knuckle deep inside her and showed no patience to properly take her panties off.

He starts slow: peeling their bodies apart and allowing his grip to grow slack. Giving him room to think and Nei the opportunity and touch and tug at whatever she pleased. His fingers slide in and out of her cunt at a painstakingly slow pace, as to continue fucking her as she claws at the his belt with purpose.

His expression is a mix of arousal and impatience, as if to silently warn her. They’re just in the next room, but now that she’s teasing him there’s a warm blush that spreads across his cheeks. ] You don’t need to get in my pants to make me feel good. It’s not a bad place to start, though…

[ He pushes himself forward, settling on his knees and giving her a better view of his slacks loosely hanging against his hips. The curve of his erection evident against his briefs. ]

But you could just choke me.

( if he actually meant for them to slow down some, then he shouldn't keep stirring up her insides as deliberately as he is.

but as it is, she's struggling to keep her breath steady at every agonizing stroke of his fingers, her now thighs trembling despite every effort not to. she had to bite at her lip just to stifle a whimper when he won't go any faster despite her urging, still slow even when she rocks her hips up to meet every in. kept right at that delicate precipice - which is cruel, she thinks. she wants to cum so bad, but she's not about to beg for it either, no matter how wound up he's gotten her.

the sight of him isn't doing her any favors, though. the warm flush of his skin, the heaviness of his want and the barely restrained impatience she finds in his expression only makes some of her own restraint crumble. the far more obvious outline of his cock isn't helping matters either, especially not when he's still working his fingers into her with such deliberate diligence. thorough, even. like he's simply letting her get used to the way he fits before she takes him properly.

the dangerous temptation of pushing him to see if he'd just fuck her anyway is right there on the tip of her tongue, the more rational parts of her barely tethering the thought. sure, while it's not as if he could knock her up anyway considering the conditions in which she has to avoid bleeding in general lest she draw unnecessary danger, it's still safer overall.

and she's a good, reasonable girl. the very same one that's letting her palm follow that curve, her fingers drawing up along the sides as though she means to curl them around his cock - only to be stopped by fabric before she manages. )

You do tempt me into it a lot.

( choking him, she means. especially now? livid and frustrated as she is? )

And if you stop now, I really might.

( perhaps the most aggressive way to ask for more, but here we are. )

[ There's interest. And heat. And arousal, which is unexpected when she admits to being tempted. If anything he doesn't know whether to kiss or bait her into wrapping those slender fingers around his throat and squeeze, monopolizing on her ever growing impatience; demanding it. Rivulets of desire coursing through every nerve until it erupts, tearing away another restraint as he gets to drink in Nei in such a vulnerable position.

He should have taken his time. Mei doesn't know anymore -- doesn't know if he should have just kept it as a kiss, convince her that the only one that needs to be spoiled is her. It's bad. This is bad. Fingers curled inside her, pressing against wet muscle and coaxing an orgasm to avoid stripping either one of them down to their bare skin. An invisible boundary to tempt him away. A manager wouldn't do this with his talents, an adult shouldn't do this with a teen, and he most definitely shouldn't do this to a good, reasonable girl who came expecting to clean a grown man's apartment.

But Mei's weakness in this moment is vast. Feeling the warmth radiating from Nei's body blind better judgement as she lies there prettily, her words lingering like a delicious promise more than it is a threat. ] But I thought you wanted me to get a little more undressed? [ He cants his head coyly, his smile not reaching his eyes. ] Just a little longer...

[ She can touch all she wants. Feel his erection grow and twitch against his briefs as it begs for friction, hips dipping into her palm to find relief. But Mei makes no effort to actually undress, which is made obvious when he uses his free hand to gently thumb her clit. Eyes focusing on his finger drawing out of her cunt before thrusting back in, picking up rhythm and watching as she comes undone. ]

C'mon. [ His voice is just a tad hoarse, looking at Nei while licking his lips. ] Just relax and let me hear you.

[ It's asked as he twists his hand, his palm slick with her wetness dripping from his fingers. He wonders what she tastes like, what sort of face she'd make if he just dipped his head down to replace his fingers with his mouth -- would she be more disappointed than surprised? Would she become embarrassed and follow through with her earlier threat?

He wants to see Nei become frustrated and ruined, flushed red with pleasure and aching. Needy with her demands, leaving marks on his skin that he hides beneath his work shirt as he poses as a well-mannered manager. It causes his cock to throb, the ache hardly satisfied and longing to deprave Nei further from her perfect image. ]

Take deep, slow breaths from your mouth. It'll feel better -- and I bet you'll sound so cute when you come.

( he asks that as if he doesn't know what he's doing to her, which they both know that he does at this point. he always seems to when he poses questions like these, so he really shouldn't be surprised that he incites some level of aggressiveness out of her the more he plays coy.

then he presses against her clit too and the jolt paired with how nicely he fills her out is almost just a little too much all at once.

but that's always been her problem, hasn't it? the girl who thinks herself grown. the one who abhors being referred to and treated like she's the young girl that she actually is. a spitfire that thinks she can handle anything because she thinks she knows it all when she doesn't.

so this is validating for her in quite a few ways, mostly because it's not like she knows he's wrestling with the guilt of enabling this even now. figuring it's more that he simply trusts her judgement. )

I'm -

( and there's something about being encouraged that makes her fold. urged to relax, to try to take slower breaths instead of the erratic ones she's managed so far,

then there's the bid to hear her. to insist on pressing on with such persistence until she comes around his fingers. to know that he wants to play witness to it is not helping her desperate attempt to keep it together, especially when the twitch against her palm and him seeking out more of her touch spells out the earnestness in it all.

whether out of embarrassment or restlessness, she abruptly stops the wandering of her hand to lift it to her mouth to stifle a whimper against the back of it, turning her cheek away to avoid needing to look right at him as her thighs squeeze and tremble. the hand that's made a home along his shoulder has undoubtably left crescents and tracks, trying and failing to get a proper grip as she crests into the peak of that carefully guided crescendo with an arch of her back and a much too delighted moan.

there's a rush that comes with the tension, the wash of blinding relief numbing whatever thought that remains in her unraveling. her nerves feel like livewire and she's all too aware of the fingers buried deep in her in the most satisfying way as she tenses and quakes - full and fulfilled in a way she hasn't quite known yet. )

[ Admittedly keeping up a calm façade is difficult. Having his fingers inside of Nei is maddening enough despite, but Mei can't stop and feel another tug at the seams of his restraints when she trembles. If he had less willpower he'd fall into the temptation of dipping his head between her thighs, lavishing the taste of her against his tongue and the beginning trills of an orgasm. A hunger so hot that he imagines what it would look like to overwhelm her; giving Nei that attention that she wants while indulging in his own desires, driving himself into her like a predator would penetrate its prey with sharp fangs.

Turning her face away from him, earns a soft chuckle to leave Mei's lips as he drinks in the sight of her writhing with pleasure. If he were cruel enough he'd ask why she had suddenly gone quiet, curious of all the confidence suddenly caught in her throat. ]

Good girl. [ Hushed, the heat in his arousal slipping into his tone. Encouraging this high, watching with the intent of burning the image of her to his memory.

She arches into his touch, falling apart against his fingers now coated in her wetness. The hand he's placed to anchor himself against the couch travels to her waist, his thumb drawing small circles as he lulls her down from her orgasm. The fingers buried inside her coming to a slow halt. ] I knew you'd sound cute.

[ Coy, the corners of his mouth lift into a smile as he looks at her with half-lidded eyes. ]

Too bad you hid your face. I was trying to get a good look.

[ Mei draws his fingers from inside her, noting the wetness smeared across each digit that had just driven her to orgasm as he remains seated between her thighs.

Imagine if he mentioned the laundry after all that. It's tempting. ]

You okay?

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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

(me saying this like it didn't take us like ~60 tags to get here) yeah we could've gone longer

100 more wouldn't have killed anyone

you get it fr...

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i live