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PostPosted: Fri May 22, 2020 6:08 pm 
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Giving out a breathy laugh, muted this time not by his disposition but rather by having his mouth pressed so close to her neck, Jun broke himself away from kissing along it long enough to look down, over her shoulder, again at the flesh he had exposed. The feel of her skin on his as she held his neck, much more softly than he had held hers, the arch of her arms tantalisingly up alongside just the edges of his field of view, and the slope of her skin from just under the gentle curve of her jaw down to the delicate crests formed by her clavicles were all overwhelming on their own. Each could nearly have served to fill his attention, drawing it away from where his eyes had moved, but only nearly so.

Her body could not have more perfectly been painted than it the way it lay truly in his hands. They fumbled, likely the first apparent instance of Jun's discoordination to the girl, as they searched and failed to find a new focus for their groping. He drew in too much as he looked greedily from her ear to the gossamer, night-black hair that framed it, to the sheen his lips had left on the skin of her neck, to her slight shoulder, to the breast beneath it, to the valley between it and its pair, to the one across from the side of her that he had leaned his head down onto. His hands ran around to her navel, to the small of her back, up along her side to loosely cup the bottom of a breast, to press into her ribcage, then back to where they had started. They settled for no longer and no more quickly than did his eyes, and though they moved slowly enough to render clearly that he was savouring the touch, the firmness of their grip conveyed no less the intensity than his tearing of her clothes had.

"You want it back?" he taunted, a hand descending to skim along her thigh, across the cloth that covered it, as a thumb hooked down into the waistband of her skirt. The movement pulled it only so far as to displace the garment before the hand peeled away, leaving it askew. His head moved up further from her neck, and his mouth pressed into her ear. "Don't act like a doll if you don't want me to treat you like one." He bit down on it. He did so as carefully as he could but, slavering as he was, he could only be so careful. It occurred to him as he moved that it'd probably hurt, but his visceral reaction to realising what he moved to do was not hesitation, but returned anticipation. She had invited his first thought to be of the sweet sound of hearing her gasp again.

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PostPosted: Sat May 30, 2020 5:02 pm 
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Hands slid over her as though they could not find a focus, like a starving man at a long-awaited feast. Jun's attention was here, then there, and it was difficult for Rei not to feel satisfied at his lack of focus. He had seemed so put together before, and even just moments ago had seemed more in control of his actions than this. It were as though the sight of her bare left him with too much to enjoy to measure himself in each place. For her own part, her fingers lightly scratched at his neck, running up against his head just past the hairline, her hips swaying again to push her rear back against him. The motion caused her to softly rub their bodies together, both a reward for having made her feel such physical and mental satisfaction, and an invitation.

The warm place where his lips had pressed radiated the memory of his touch, slightly wet and soft. She missed it, but didn't have to wait long for him to try again, the mix of sensations - vulnerability, excitement, ecstasy - returning with his voice. Her skirt hanging low, uncomfortable, off of one hip and revealing the line of her thong, the brush of lips and breath against her ear, the very words he spoke combined into one sensation in her slightly dizzy, ever more intoxicated state. The thought that she had drank too much passed her as the ghost of regret, there and gone in an instant, before her attention came for reply. Unfortunately, in that moment, she felt the sting of teeth clamping down on the sensitive tip of her ear, and she let out another soft sound, not quite a gasp, an inhalation accompanied by voice. The word moan often left one with the impression that the person making it was entirely pleased by whatever caused it, but in this instance it was much more, an expectation fulfilled, another slice of pain, and, yes, the ultimate decision that it was good. With the intake of breath, her chest rose again, and her fingers curled in to scratch a little harder against his neck, leaving faint red lines across it.

It took a moment for her eyes to go from wide to a slow blink, and Rei could answer again. "What can I say...? I'm a contradiction," she admitted with only a slight fuzziness in her voice to remind one that she was, in fact, inebriated. "Then again, there are different kinds of dolls," she mused with a tease of her own, deciding that if he failed to rip her skirt from her, it would just be a hassle. One hand dipped down to her waist, finding the zipper and pulling it down halfway. The garment sagged on her form, but didn't drop entirely, still caught on her hips. "Some can weather a little rough handling, but might give a few complaints," she continued, rubbing back against him once more and, with her skirt now loose, causing the fabric to twist a little, lowering with each movement until it was suddenly pooled around her on the floor. "Ultimately, though, they don't get to decide how they're handled. Right?"

She was pushing buttons that, based on her drunken appraisal, might be enticing to Jun. She was surprised to find that they were attractive to her, too, and if she'd been in a more introspective state she might realize that she'd never really felt that way. She'd played the part, and understood that a role as kunoichi could be to seduce someone with that type of predilection, but it had never been something she was active in. She'd always felt too in control of a situation, too sure of herself and clear in her mission to sink into that role. Jun's more unpredictable nature, the feeling that he might turn violent, that he intended her harm, lingered even if he didn't have any such intention. It was more serious, and experiencing him this way demanded she be vulnerable. Despite herself, she liked it.

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More gratifying than the sounds he had sought to elicit from her, Jun reveled in the heat and the press of her body into his as she worked back into him, the drag of her nails across his skin as they worked up his neck, and their retributive bite into it as he bit onto her. His hands did not stop moving along her as her own pushed down, her arm nudging one of his the slightest bit away as it bid for her skirt. One rolled back up, first a thumb, then a forearm brushing alongside a breast again as it moved up along her sternum. It stopped just high enough to grant his grip purchase on her collarbone, his fingers digging into it as he pulled her into him with each roll of her hips. The other followed her hand, coming to rest on it as it found a zipper. The soft vibration of its roll along its teeth that passed through his hand as she pulled it down was accentuated by a sharp draw of his breath in, around her ear, through teeth of his own that had not yet let go.

They did when his fingertips felt the fabric beneath them slide, but not fall from around her. Jun's head pulled away, eyes searching for a culprit in the denial of the skirt's removal, every impatient impulse in his body demanding that he do it himself. When he felt her body gyrate into his, and as the press of his hand into her chest compelled her into him, his gaze met the what it sought as it passed out of sight, between where her flesh came back to meet him. He felt it meet the floor as it fell onto his feet. He felt the heat of her thighs against his. He felt the compliant flesh that she bared meet the steel of flesh he had not, though in that instant he knew he felt it less acutely than he wanted to. Why was her naked skin pressing into cloth over his? His hands danced, at a speed that was likely far quicker than he had made apparent to her they were capable of, glancing across her body as the one that left her hand moved up to grip the shoulder above it while the other relinquished a spot it may well have bruised on her chest to retreat to his own.

The pace of Jun's breath quickened as he worked deftly out of his own clothes. Having been peeled partially away, it took sheer seconds to shrug halfway out of the shitagi. He took steps forward, into her, placed the second hand alongside the first on a shoulder, pushing her with him towards the wall. When she met it, a hand came sharply down to her waist and pulled it back into him, before separating from her to allow him to finally shed his shirt.

"You're right," he admitted. The words were a single exhalation. The whole of her exposed back before him was like a canvas. His mind was filled only with images of it painted in sweat. He drew in a large, shaky breath, in a subconscious attempt to steady himself. He only succeeded in replacing his thoughts with those of her scent. Every muscle in his face tensed at once, and his hands moved to her hips. "You do not." The pain of his likely-broken ribs had faded from his mind. The memory of her doing so followed suit. The words she chose succeeded in baiting him into buying entirely into the act that she had begun to sell to herself.

He leaned in, as his eyes closed, and put his lips to the base of the neck with which he had been so engrossed only minutes ago. He peeled himself away from it after a lingering moment, kissing down between her shoulder blades as images of her back drenched in sweat returned to his mind, then continued to trail kisses down further. He did so until he came the small of her back, where he let his teeth nick at her skin as he searched blindly for her thong. When his lips grazed it, he moved to bite onto it. A hand slid down her waist, along the outside of a thigh, to stop just behind a knee where he pulled at her again, this time urging her legs apart. In a single motion—little more than a flick of his neck as he moved to kneel behind her—he'd have it hanging off her too.

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