[right now, Inaba was truly his master in more ways than one. whereas she was blushing brighter than a tomato, Cloud was the polar opposite. usually he was the one on the defensive, but as of now? the roles were entirely reversed. though admittedly he didn't anticipate such a command, and yet... he couldn't deny it either. despite what'd happened to him throughout his life, he was still human, after all.
nor was he some saint that hadn't a single thought worthy of 'filth'. he just couldn't protest any of it. which is why when Inaba makes the command, he slowly closes the gap between himself and her, standing over her with that empty gaze of his. there were no words as he suddenly reached out to take one of her slender wrists into his grip, drawing her body flush against his without a moment's hesitation.
but...]
[...this wasn't the most perverted thing he could think of to do to her. no, he'd have to work his way up to that quickly. reaching up with his free hand, he cupped her chin beneath his touch to look up at him before claiming her lips in an assertive, wanting kiss. a second. two seconds. three- the hand that was once on her chin dipped down, wasting little time in fulfilling her 'command' of him as his hand popped the buttons in front of her chest, reaching in to fondle one of her clothed breasts beneath her lacy bra. as for that kiss? well, it wouldn't stay so innocent for long as he wasted little time in deepening it]
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nor was he some saint that hadn't a single thought worthy of 'filth'. he just couldn't protest any of it. which is why when Inaba makes the command, he slowly closes the gap between himself and her, standing over her with that empty gaze of his. there were no words as he suddenly reached out to take one of her slender wrists into his grip, drawing her body flush against his without a moment's hesitation.
but...]
[...this wasn't the most perverted thing he could think of to do to her. no, he'd have to work his way up to that quickly. reaching up with his free hand, he cupped her chin beneath his touch to look up at him before claiming her lips in an assertive, wanting kiss. a second. two seconds. three- the hand that was once on her chin dipped down, wasting little time in fulfilling her 'command' of him as his hand popped the buttons in front of her chest, reaching in to fondle one of her clothed breasts beneath her lacy bra. as for that kiss? well, it wouldn't stay so innocent for long as he wasted little time in deepening it]