none of us are free from sin

[alloutoflove]

At some point I uploaded new icons and botched some of my threads. Oops.
Also listen like 95% of this post is extremely nsfw. Double oops.

Stargazing → It's a nice clear night, and even when you live in a big city, there are places to get away and look at the stars. There's supposed to be a meteor shower tonight; maybe now's the time to make a wish.

Domesticity → Sometimes domesticity is a white picket fence and two kids and a dog; sometimes it's an apartment that's a little shabby but comfortable; sometimes it's just the people you're with.

What The Housekeeper Saw!! → What. What are you doing. Why are you doing it.

Spoiler prompt: There's a game you play sometimes, when you're acting. "Baby, if you love me, please please smile," you say, and the other person replies, "Baby, I love you, but I just can't smile." If you can make them smile, you win. If you don't, they win. And sometimes you don't even know you're playing the game. END PROMPT

Wildcard!! → Just what it says.

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[alloutoflove]

Yyyyyes.

[ The word comes out as a long soft hiss, and her eyes flutter shut as she bites her lip. Goosebumps prickle along her arms, her nipples hardening fully in the cool air. After a moment, she reaches blindly up to cover one of his hands with one of hers, tugging it over to a nipple. Her lashes half-rise, so that she can peer up at him through them, breathing slow and deep. ]

Here -- this is good, I also like this -- be more gentle here. But only a little.

[rockyxiii]

R, right. Like this . . . ?

[It comes out more breathlessly than he expects, and he has to swallow hard, going down on his other elbow to bring himself closer to her. There's something attractive about her taking charge, too; Juzo's all too happy to let it happen. His thumb brushes over her nipple, stroking around it in a circle, and then he moves in to swipe his tongue over it, testing her reaction.]

[alloutoflove]

--ah!

[ Her back arches hard at that, helplessly; for a moment her feet scrabble uselessly against the sheets before she catches her breath. It's rougher now, hitching in her throat as she smooths her fingers through Juzo's hair, pressing gently down. There's a definite waver in her voice when she manages to speak again. ]

L, like that, yes, you can -- you can keep that up, that's good.

[rockyxiii]

[It'd be easier with her bra off, so his hand fumbles under her back to go for those hooks, while his tongue and lips work at that nipple. This, too, he's done to men, though only minimally—definitely it's never been like this before. But her writhing enjoyment of it is all the incentive he needs to keep going, breathing against her, tongue stroking out firmly. The best part is her fingers in his hair; when she pushes him, he moans under his breath against her skin.]

[alloutoflove]

[ Chisa makes a breathless noise in echo to that moan, squirming to press herself closer to his mouth and to give him better access to the hooks of her bra. Maybe they should have taken care of it before she was on her back, but the fumbling is kind of comforting, in an odd way. They're figuring it out, hiccups and all.

Her fingers curl a little more tightly in his hair, like she could keep him in place with that alone. ]

Yhh, you -- teeth! You can, if you want-- n-not too hard, but--

[rockyxiii]

[Juzo nods, but he pulls away first so he can tug her bra off, freeing her breasts and tossing it to the side. But, to his own mild surprise, he's pretty eager to get back to touching her—teeth included, if that's what she wants. He shifts to hike her skirt up a little too, enjoying the feel of her thigh under his hand, but then he leaves that to focus on her chest again, taking a deep breath.]

—I like your hand. You can . . . keep doing that too.

[alloutoflove]

A--ah.

[ She lets out a slow breath again at that. The touch on her leg had been a definite jolt, and she's a little disappointed when he stops there.

Only a little, though. Rather than redirect him, she starts to card her fingers through his hair again, careful to avoid any snags. And each time she starts over, she pushes gently. It's not openly directing him -- more like hints, really, more gentle than anything. ]

You're, ah, you're doing really well so far...

[rockyxiii]

[If he had a tail, it would be wagging a little at that praise.

He switches sides, fitting his body up a little more tightly against hers this time, shifting so that his hips are between her thighs. All of this is definitely softer, gentler than he's used to, but he's enthralled with it, listening to all of her little breaths with relish. His lips find her other nipple, sucking at that one and then using his teeth as directed, nipping not too hard, but not too gently either.]

[alloutoflove]

Mmmm!

[ Again, her whole body jolts at that, her fingers twisting hard in Juzo's hair for a moment, just short of rough. That relaxes a beat later, though she's panting quietly now, moving restlessly under him. It's the easiest thing for her to let her legs fall open for him, bending up just enough to form a shallow cradle for his hips. This is a position she's familiar with, rocking slowly against the body above hers. For a brief moment, she forgets her uncertainty of his actual physical response to her and just lets herself respond instinctively to the way his teeth felt. ]

[rockyxiii]

[All right. All right, he can definitely do this. Her response is alluring, even if this is all new and strange and he's not sure what he's doing—he's doing well enough for her to be moving like that, that's good, right? Juzo lifts up enough to get both hands on her breasts now, experimenting with them: squeezing them not too gently, pushing them together, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. Whatever inherent fascination he may lack for them, it's more than made up for by his fascination with her enjoying this, squirming under his body.]

[alloutoflove]

[ The noise she makes is higher now, cut off when she bites her own lip and arches to press herself more firmly into his hands. She peers up at him through her lashes again, flushed and hazy-eyed, pulling her hand away from his hair to touch his cheek instead. ]

S, sorry, ah -- you're doing this for me, even when you're not--

[ Interested? Physically? It feels good, but there's still that vague nagging concern she can't entirely silence. ]

[rockyxiii]

No! No, don't be sorry . . . don't say that. Yukizome—Chisa—I like this.

[He really does, but he's flustered at the callout, leaning his cheek against her hand with a hard blush and fluttering eyelids. He is getting physically interested, too; it's hard not to when she's moving under him like that.]

[alloutoflove]

[ Oh.

Her breath catches at that, louder than before, and her eyes go wide. There's something tremulously vulnerable in her expression as she stares at him, something that outweighs the pleasure of physical touch.

Chisa. She hadn't expected him to use it, even when she'd hoped; he wasn't formal the way Kyousuke was, but he was just as stubborn about names. Her thumb sweeps across his cheekbone, a small tender gesture.

And when she blinks, she's surprised to feel tears actually well up and spill over. But when she smiles, it's soft and sincere, helpless. ]

I... I'm glad. Even if I'm not what you -- I'm glad you can still like it.

[ I love you, except if she says it now, it's going to be weird, isn't it? It'd be one more thread binding him here, and thing she wants most of all is for him to want it, and to want it, and she's not going to use the words to drag him in. She can think them, though, and the warmth of it feels like it's lighting her from within. ]

[rockyxiii]

A-aah, Yu, Chisa, I didn't mean to—

[Shit, she's crying! He panics a little, moving to wipe away those tears, even though her words and expression are more happy. It's a lot at once, and he's not sure how to take it, if he messed up somehow. He's felt like he's been messing up all day, seriously.]

[alloutoflove]

[ She manages a watery little laugh at that, shaking her head before she covers his hand with hers, turning to press her cheek harder against his palm. Her smile doesn't waver as she tilts her face up to him. ]

I liked hearing that, Juzo.

[rockyxiii]

That much?

[She's so cute. He leans in to kiss her at that, smiling into it, but eager underneath that too.]

[alloutoflove]

[ She kisses him back, though she's smiling too much to actually deepen it beyond a brief slip of tongue, and her fingers curl harder around his for a moment. Then she has to pull away to laugh, breathless. ]

It's just nice! I like hearing it, what's wrong with that?

[rockyxiii]

I didn't say anything was wrong with it! Aah, you're laughing at me in bed . . . I'm a little offended.

[He does not sound very offended.]

[alloutoflove]

I'll make it up to you.

[ A blowjob is probably similar enough, whether a man or a woman is giving one, right? She's still playfully coy about it, turning her head enough to press a kiss to his palm. ]

[rockyxiii]

A . . . aah.

[Well, that's attention-getting. He swallows and leans in to kiss her again, properly this time, his hand straying back to her thigh where he'd been hiking up her skirt before.]

[alloutoflove]

[ She makes a small pleased noise, finally letting go of his hand so she can wrap that arm loosely around his neck, pulling him in closer. It's easier to ignore her self-consciousness like this -- she doesn't know exactly what to expect of how this will end for her, but him taking the initiative for the kiss is heartening.

So is the hand on her leg, actually. She hadn't directed him to do that, but now that she has she's more than happy to encourage him, bending her leg up and out to give him more room. Her skin's very soft here. ]

[rockyxiii]

[He doesn't know what to do, but this feels right—it's erotic, too. He has to admit that skirts are sexy. Who wouldn't be into something you could just slide up someone's thighs and reveal everything? So he's pretty eager, though restrained, in hitching it right up to her hip, his hand gliding over all that soft skin, warm and squeezing her flesh between his fingers. Not too rough, not too gentle.]

[alloutoflove]

[ She sighs at that, slow and dreamy, pulling away from the kiss so she can press her lips to his ear instead. Her breathing is soft and shaky, hitching each time his hand flexes. While she means to direct him with her words again, what she ends up doing instead is reaching down to curl the fingers of her other hand around his wrist, gently urging his hand up in slow degrees, up between her legs. There are still her panties in the way, but this is the other big test. If he doesn't like it, it's at least early enough to call it off.

(It's not, not without a lot of embarrassment, but she can at least tell herself that.)

And then she sighs again, up into his ear, breathing his name like a question. ]

[rockyxiii]

M-mmmm . . .

[He moans out, uncontrolled, at the sound and feel of her breath in his ear. Forget all other considerations: this is hot. By now he's definitely aroused himself, shifting over her restlessly, and all his nervousness and uncertainty about what he's doing here and how he feels about each and every part is taking a backseat to the enjoyable experience that is the whole of this. Of her: pleased and encouraging under him, and he's so thrilled that he's the one doing that to her. For him! She's like that for him!

He steels himself and presses his fingers up between her thighs, over her panties, feeling the hot damp softness through the cloth and spilling out with another marveling fascinated sound at it. This is so weird, he thinks, but in a breathless way that isn't really a criticism. Still, he's not going to say it. The last thing he'd want to do is make her stop being this pleased with him; it's turning him on so damn much.]

[alloutoflove]

Oh.

[ Oh, he did it. He's doing it, and Chisa's whole body jerks again at that, her hips snapping up in an automatic helpless response. The fingers she has against his shoulders curl into claws for a brief second, digging into his skin, and even when the first wave passes, she keeps clutching at him, breathing in ragged gasps against his ear; her voice is high and breathless, the words slurring. ]

Th, that's... that's good, that's... mm-- o-one moment--

[ That's something she wants more of, and she makes herself let go of his wrist, hooking her fingers in the band of her panties and tugging at them. She wants them off, as fast as possible. The skirt is incidental. It can stay for now. ]