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[With his unfocused eye, Diva's frame is distorted. An otherworldly silhouette, tresses of her hair cutting sharply across the soft curves of a woman's body. His hands glide down hips, wrapping groping fingers in the thick of her thighs.

He understands what he feels more than what he sees.

Soft skin, hot under the palm of his hand. He ventures closer, leaning into the queen. Too much weight bears down on her shoulders as his arms circle around her. Feel the swell of her rib cage with each breath, pressing a meandering massage into her back.

All while he takes in her scent - it grows sweeter by the moment as sweat and arousal mingle.]

Aa. [His voice lacks any of the intensity his body moves with. The response is delayed, distant - he's forgotten the content of the question, and only remembered that he'd been implored to respond.

Once his throat settles, aching from the taut vocalization, Takasugi sucks in a breath laced with hair. He slides down her body, lips grazing skin until they reach her breasts. His tongue slides over a nipple without hesitation, sucking the bead into his mouth, spared of teeth for the moment.

Gentleness not echoed in the way his hand finds her crotch. Slides between her legs, two fingers curling harshly against the wet heat under her panties. Sensation that's intentionally shocking, he wants to feel her spine curve into him, to feel her breath shudder in her chest.]

_{[His hands grab and squeeze, so much so that she's sure if he continues the way he is he'll leave fingerprints on her skin. (If he could actually leave lasting marks, that is.) The mouth against her nipple comes as a surprise, one that garners him a moan as she presses against him. It's something she'd asked Atsushi to do to her, or at the very least try, but Takasugi seems to do so of his own volition.

He'll get bonus points for that.

He'll also get the curved spine he's looking for, as she arches her back at the feel of fingers between her thighs. The shock factor he'd hoped it'd have does what he intended it to, the noise she makes indicating as much as she digs her nails into his back. There's nothing slow about what they're doing, nor does there seem to be too much thought put into any motion or action done to her. Takasugi, to her, seems to be operating on instinct and really? She's fine with that.

After all, instinct is what she defers to, more often than not, in her daily life. Why would an intimate moment be any different?]}

Touch me-

_{[It might be a silly request, considering he's doing just that, but while Takasugi seems to remain oddly quiet, Diva's more than willing to fill the silence.]}

[Bent into a crescent, Diva's body folds into the entire breadth of his. Takasugi follows her sway, arching his back to encompass the thin form shuddering into him. A greedy hand rushes up the ridges of her spine, nails scraping the uneven path.

Lines of red that are soon to disappear, and the heat he brought along with them.

He isn't concentrating on bringing her lasting sensation, leaving blotches that would mark her until morning in his addiction to tearing the impossible with his teeth. That may come, in a time where his thoughts flow from one to another.

But now they're disjointed, flitting from one sensation to the next.

The curve of her hips, the weight of her ass in his hand. The slick left coating his fingers as he presses them against swollen lips. With a groan, Takasugi moves from one nipple to the other. Fingers pinch the risen pink left behind, rolling it under rough skin.

There's nothing to do but touch her, even with his own arousal beginning to press uncomfortably into his fundoshi. An impulse to remove it strikes him, but rather than free himself he weaves his hand between fabric and skin, stretching her panties to feel the wetness beneath.

Two fingers immediately coil against her entrance, thumb finding a place atop her clit. He doesn't move inside, the slick heat coating finger and knuckle and palm as he rolls his hips aimlessly against her thigh, abating his own need for touch overwhelming his drive to continue.]

_{[He's greedy and really it suits him, making the energy between the two of them somewhat of a fire that's continuously fueling itself to grow larger and more ferocious. There's a lot going on between them right now, and it's hard to follow what Takasugi seems to have in store for her. He's clearly not thinking or has a specific plan in mind. He's just doing what feels good, what he knows, and there's nothing really wrong with that.

Her panties are getting in the way, she's beginning to realize, as he pushes them aside while she still wears them, to daringly press fingers against her entrance. The motion has her stilling, wondering whether or not he'll dare to take the plunge and push forward with the digits. Already she's panting, her grip on him vice-like. He's lucky she has enough presence of mind to be aware of just how hard she's holding him, but there's really only so much restraint that she can show. Panting, she pulls her face back enough to stare him in the eye, her own wide and piercing blue in the dim dark. She shouldn't have to say a thing - her gaze should convey enough.

That is if Takasugi is present enough himself to figure out what her eyes are trying to say. If anything, the slight roll of her hips forward should be a hint.]}

[Rigid doesn't suit her - surprise clear in the sudden taut draw of her shoulders and the stilling of her breath against his shoulder. It leaves his skin cold; Takasugi grunts, bemoaning the loss without any eloquence. A small line of kisses climbs to her collar bone, the crown of his head nudging her jaw.

All comforting measures, though he doesn't wait to feel whether she relaxes or not.

His own hunger overtakes the desire to feel her coiled against him again, vanishing heat replaced by sinking two fingers into her hole. The touches he winds inside are as meandering as the rest of him, no steady rhythm or constant motion. All in all, a tease, one that tears his mind apart as much as it could hers.

He's left with only one hand to unwrap his fundoshi, a task he completes without any deftness. Cock freed, he slides it against the front of her panties. A motion that hampers the movement of his hand, but that had never been the point.

Precum smeared against white, he pulls his wrist downwards, stretching the fabric between her thighs. Removing it entirely seems an insurmountable chore, and the divots cut into soft leg are enticing. He drags his hand over the inflicted curves, paused in his forward motion to appreciate a subtlety he's made himself.]

_{[His fingers enter her far more harshly than she expected them to. When Atsushi had done so it had been one at a time, something worked up to, something he'd asked her with bated breath about whether or not it was okay or hurt. This is uncomfortable, these probing fingers. She's tight and they stretch her in a way she's not used to.

She's only ever done this once before.

The sound she makes is a displeased one, hands pushing at the collar of his yukata to slip beneath the fabric found there. Her nails carve out crescents as she presses them into skin with a grunt, head hanging, bangs obscuring her eyes. He's going to rip her panties at this rate, but at the same time she doesn't care. There's a wriggle of her hips in a bid to make things more comfortable, to make digits fit better, but all she's left feeling is frustrated and too full.]}

[The soft, slick, wall of her thrums with a pulse - he recognizes it erratically. Each time he feels the throb, his fingers come together, pushing into flesh that gives easily to his pursuit.

When he pulls them out of her, a strand of her wetness still connecting them, his fingertips spread. There's a chill in the air between them that doesn't manifest anywhere else. What's coated in her arousal feels frozen -

It isn't comfortable. He grabs her thigh, a tight, desperate grip that smears the liquid along her pristine skin. Robs the warmth there, taking it for himself like he's taken the rest of her.

The chill fades, replaced by pinpricks of heat on his back, scrapes registering in delayed measure. He rolls his shoulders, both accepting her touch and balking against the severity of it.

Thumb wandering the reddening flesh of her thigh, Takasugi weaves his hands under the fabric of her panties. Not to touch her swollen lips, but to tear the fabric; the garment rips and so does the silence, split by such a sudden act.

But with that out of the way, he's able to position himself closer. Shift hips, lift her from the waist to raise her enough to press the head of his cock against her entrance. Takasugi glides himself along the entrance, warmth and wetness between her legs drawing a sigh from him.

A sensation he dwells upon, each pass coursing through him slowly, as heavy as everything else.]

_{[As unsure as she was about the feeling of fingers inside her, once they're gone she misses the full sensation she'd been given. It's frustrating, really. Everything Takasugi is doing seems to be frustrating right now, and did he just...rip her panties?

Bitch.

She freezes when she feels the warmth of the tip of his dick press between her legs, breath caught in her throat as he teases her, sliding up and down the expanse of her. If he keeps this up she's going to tear chunks of skin out of his back.]}

Shinsuke...

_{[It's less of a moan and more of a warning. She doesn't want to be kept waiting.]}

[Were his mind and motions not so hazy, he'd tear through more than just her panties. He'll replace them, if she raises a fuss about it when he's sober. Not that he'll remember the act, but it sounds like him - impatience and violence looking for anything to tear through.

Picking out a new pair will be satisfying, even without recalling how she'd gone stiff in his arms at the realization.

He'll forget how he laughed, too, teeth flush against her skin as his chest shakes and his voice lilts in high pitch. Amused, even after he's forgotten why.

Even with fingers threatening to rip skin from flesh. To reach down to his bone and break it in her grip, shatters of shoulder blade and ribs left as testament to her dissatisfaction, Takasugi feels no urgency.

He barely recognizes his name.

When he slips inside, moments later, it's on accident.

A mistake he doesn't regret - the sudden warmth draws a ragged breath from his chest. With renewed craving, he presses deeper inside in an instant, burying himself fully in her warmth.

And moving, slowly guiding her hips up and down his length as his hips sway - not quite in time.]

_{[He better buy her a new pair.

When he does fully slip inside there's a hiss on her part that turns into a muted whimper as her head tips forward, forehead meeting with his shoulder. It's a lot to deal with all of a sudden, and while it isn't as if Takasugi is grossly endowed, for a second time and for it to be rushed into like it has been, it'll take some time to adjust.

No reprieve comes however, and she can only subconsciously thank the fact she's as turned on as she is that things seem to be slick enough down below that each thrust moves as smooth as it does. As overwhelming and tight as it is it feels good to have him so deep inside her, that every time he does pull back she's craving to feel him fill her once again.

It's a good thing he guides her hips and although they haven't settled on a matched rhythm, they've a chance to get there.]}

[Weight hefted against his shoulder, Takasugi notices how the shift of bone against bone grinds - skull on clavicle - rather than the heat. He feels warmer than she does, heat throbbing over every inch of his skin.

As if he's being enveloped in it, rather than emanating the warmth himself.

Takasugi's jaw keens to the side, chin nestling against the crown of the Queen's head. Affection, and returning the weight she's pressed into him. All while he continues pounding into her, erratic still in his pace. A slow retreat, followed by a sharp buck that fills her and smears her wetness over their skin.

The hands on her hips slide from their perch, fingers groping soft flesh as he moves to wrap around the small of her back. A position that doesn't benefit him, but for pulling her closer. Continuing to fuck her, mindless but for the pursuit of pleasure.

Each inhale, hair tangled against his lips, grows closer to a gasp. His breath grows as irregular as his pace, shuddering chest and drying lips discomfort he doesn't notice. Fingers twitching against the base of her spine is the only warning Diva gets that he's close to a climax.]

_{[It is a rather mindless activity, and with little to do on her end other than cling and take what's being given, there isn't much room for thought. Nothing beyond processing how good certain actions feel and how when Takasugi presses deep into her, erratic and without warning, she can't help but cry out.

His gripping fingers signal that he's close and she instinctively finds her thighs clenching around him tighter, nails digging into his skin. There'll be dried blood caked beneath them when she goes to check in the morning but it's something that'll otherwise be forgotten.

Of course, Diva isn't nearly finished herself, but it had worked out fine enough when she'd done it with Atsushi. It wasn't as if Takasugi was going to leave her frustrated when it was all said and done...she won't let him.]}

S-Shinsuke...

[The voice in his ear is nothing of the elegant songstress he'd met aboard Thesa, so long ago. Haunting tune drifting through the air, filling the space and ensnaring his mind... devolved into sharp gasps that lack sentience.

His groans soon join that uneven sound, low and rumbling in his throat. The sounds catch, heaved between breaths that grow more and more labored as he works through the onset of his orgasm.

Pricks at his back only heighten sensation, registering as nothing but more of the same as his climax crashes. Hips twitching, he pushes to his hilt as he spills inside of her. When Takasugi pulls away, he leaves hot, wet sex mingling between her legs. A string of milky cum smears against her clit as he leans back.

Holding his hands against her shoulders, Takasugi steadies himself. Stills.]

_{[It's a familiar sensation, sticky and warm, but much like the last time this happened she's left unsatisfied. What little distance Takasugi puts between their bodies leaves the bared skin of her front feeling chilled. She retracts her nails from his back, letting her fingers slide forward to curl moreso around his shoulders instead as she pants, catching her breath.

He's left her frustrated and empty, something she's none too happy about. She wants him back inside, to continue...but he's finished, isn't he?]}

More.

[Their weight has reached equilibrium, bodies poised against one another to steady tired, worn muscles. Takasugi's eyes fall shut, enveloping him in a darkness that seems right. His senses are still distant, her voice and his own breathing both barely recognizable.

All he offers in reply is an incomprehensible grunt.

And then he lowers himself, arm outstretched to pull her down with him. Into the pillows, on top of mussed sheets. He hits the plush bedding with his hair smeared across his face more than usual, and his lips parted - slack.

There's not much more he has to offer, limbs like lead and dick as limp as the rest of him.]

_{[Takasugi might be satisfied and ready to go to sleep right then and there, opting to use her as a living, breathing plush toy but Diva's having none of it. As soon as she's pulled down and the two of them are left laying there in silence for a moment she begins to fuss, pushing against his arms, annoyed.]}

Hey...hey! You can't just...do that and not make me feel good till the end too!

_{[Show some respect bitch.]}

[Pressure is what Takasugi notices first, the sharpness of it rousing him from the sleep he'd so quickly fallen into. He shifts, moving along with her goading as if her insistence is in pursuit of simple comfort.

It isn't enough, and soon her voice joins the wave of complaint.

He groans, nudging his head forward into her shoulder. A protest, though hardly an ardent one.

His arm is heavy, unbearably so, as he slides slack fingers down her side. They graze over skin in a ghost of the affection he'd lavished her with moments earlier. Knuckles press into soft thigh; he twists his way between them to coil fingers against heat that is very much still wet and needy.

Two fingers coil against her flesh, consistent in pace but for an instance here or there where he nearly drifts back to sleep.]

_{[It's not doing anything for her, unfortunately. Whatever heated passion might've gripped her moments ago is gone and lost. It's clear Takasugi is a tired bitch and his efforts are so lackluster and sluggish all of a sudden she rather do without. Huffing she reaches down to push his hand away from between her legs, the stickiness of everything finally hitting her as her mind clears and lust's veil lifts itself.

Yeah. This isn't going anywhere.

Nudging him she tries to get him off her but he's heavy all of a sudden and unbearably lazy.]}

Go sleep on the couch.

[It doesn't take much urging to dislodge Takasugi's hand. His arm slackens the moment there's force tugging against it - he leaves his knuckles curled against her thigh simply because that's where his limp wrist fell.

He's thankful that she's spared him, a shred of coherent thought that vanishes into darkness.

And sleep.

When she nudges him once more, Takasugi snorts. Woken up... Just how many times is he going to fall asleep!?] Ah...?

[The couch. That's so far away.....................]

Nn. [Translation: No. He doesn't even lift his head in consideration.]

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taka sucks

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