yamaboshi | ( closed ) because i'm way too thirsty for this life

[ Oh, that's right. Telepathy is a thing here. He has to be careful, or else his innermost thoughts might get sent to her... kind of like when he thought of the word for "group sex" and Mion thought some very interesting things at him.

It feels weird, trying to maintain a conversation while his lips are parting and he's trying to invite his way into her mouth with his tongue. But it's interesting. ]

Of course I'm not giving up! My next word is... ippatsu yaru.

[ Doing it. Which... he's not sure if they're going to do or not, and he's trying not to let on how nervous he is. His heart's racing, a nervous energy making the walls around them glow dark red, even as he clumsily backs her up against one of them. ]

[ It definitely is strange, she has to agree, but she doesn't mind it at all; in fact, not only is it interesting, there's something about it, too, that turns her on a little bit, hearing his voice in her head.

But being backed against a wall as her lips part for him in an almost needy way before she manages to respond to him. ]

Would you really do it, Kei-chan... [ Her words sound a little breathy even in her thoughts, her cheeks lighting up as she drops the flowers that she was holding onto the floor. Clearly they won't do anything strange, right? ] ...ruiji.

[ "Similar". Although that isn't a word that she would have used for him, but rather for Shion. But it's the first thing that popped to mind. ]

[ Neither one of them notices the faint, purple mist that rises from the flowers on the ground beneath them. Keiichi sure doesn't. The only thing he notices is that his teenage hormones are going out of control, and Mion only seems to be encouraging him.

His tongue slips into her mouth, seeking hers out. His hands move haphazardly along her hips and sides, occasionally caressing bare skin as they do so. ]

If that's what Mion wants... [ His tongue makes a few suggestive motions in and out, his body pressing a little tighter against hers. ] ...Jijitsu.

[ "Fact." More in response to his own statement than her own word. ]

[ If that's what she wants? Yeah, she doesn't mind if he did it at all; in fact, with her body pressed against the wall and him practically stating that he'd do it if she wants and that's a fact. And honestly, who is she to stop him as the hands on his waist pull him even closer as she accepts his yearning tongue and the motions that imply so much more, flicking her own tongue to meet his own with a soft noise that passes through her own lips. ]

Mm... [ A soft hum passes her lips with a bit of interest. ] Tsuukai.

[ Damn. It's really getting much more difficult to think of much, even if she told him that all of this is "pleasing". In fact, she can't help but want more of it, but that might just be hormones talking. ]

[ That nervousness he feels is starting to give way to something else, an eagerness that he's never felt before. They should both be feeling more nervous than they are, and yet, they're feeding off of each other's competitive spirit.

It doesn't help that he's now imagining just how pleasing this will all be for her, and the accompanying mental image might get end up getting shared with her. The Mion in his subconscious is very vocal, moaning out loud as he ravishes her.

He starts to boldly push up her top, exposing her stomach to his wandering hands. He likes the feeling of her skin under his fingertips, and he hopes she doesn't think he's being too forward. He can't quite control himself. ]

Ireru.

[ "Sticking it in." Which he's now vividly imagining, his tongue continuing to pantomime the motions. His hands grio her a little more hungrily, and something hard presses against her.

He doesn't mind if Mion feels how turned on he is. ]

[ If her cheeks weren't red before, they sure as hell are now. Any nerves that might have been there part ways to reveal an emotion that's been lingering for quite some time now; maybe it's due to how much this game has been heating them both up, or the fact that hearing him say lewd words, to give her these mental images straight to her brain is strangely appealing.

The power of imagination combined with emotions is really strong.

Honestly, it's almost enough for her to do exactly what he wants.

Well.

It's more like the fact that she isn't stopping him from being forward, if only because it's appealing to her; it's a testament to the fact that he really cares, that he really loves her. Who cares if he can't control himself? This is what she wants, to feel just how aroused he is.

Although she has to continue this shiritori game of chicken. It's hard to come up with good words that start with ru that aren't loan words, and she wants to stay far away from it. So she goes with something simple, that isn't as remotely lewd as his word that makes her moan a little with each movement of his tongue in her mouth. ]

... Rusu. [ Absence from one's home or away from home. ]

[ The only reason he's still able to concentrate at all on their game is because she keeps giving him syllables that start with what he's already thinking about, one way or another. It's getting very hard to think about anything else but that powerful need he's feeling.

His hand works its way up her shirt, cupping over a breast. Is it too frisky of him to do that? She doesn't seem to mind him lifting up her shirt, and she doesn't seem to mind the way he's pressing up against her, either. His tongue starts swirling around hers, wanting to feel more of her... as much of her as he can get.

Are... are they really doing this? Is he really going this far with Mion?

He... thinks part of him always would have liked that. And not just because she's an attractive girl. He might not have believed it, but if Mion had asked him to be her first, or for her to be his... he doesn't think he would have minded it. But he definitely prefers it like this: that they're doing this because they love each other. ]

Suki.

[ Love, in case she has any doubts as to what's driving his hand adventurously groping her, his hips pressing into her, or his tongue darting around her mouth. Besides all the desire, of course. And while it could also mean skin, like the skin he's touching, the way he thinks it is way too affectionate for that. ]

[ The silent question is easily answered with a quiet tug from behind as she pulls him closer to her. As close as he can get, really. Because she doesn't want him to part from her just yet. It's too scary of a thought to have, so she just pushes it out of her mind just to concentrate on this game and the feelings that spread from him to her.

The word he chooses is enough for her cheeks to darken as it spreads to the tips of her ears to the point where her outline is glowing a bright red and several heart bubbles seem to appear surrounding the two of them.

They really are going this far... it's pretty surprising, but it's not bad. Not at all. ]

I love you too, Kei-chan.

[ There's no hesitation in her mental voice as more sounds escape her lips as she feels the warmth of his fingertips, of his tongue that tangles with his own. It's almost too overwhelming.

But she parts her lips from his just for a moment to try something a little different, experimentally leaning to whisper in his ear the single word a little breathily: ]

Kisu.

[ "Kiss." Of course, if he expects her to kiss him on the lips, he'll be sorely disappointed as she plants her next ones on the side of his neck, each one lower than the last. ]

[ He was definitely expecting her to kiss him on the lips, but what she does instead makes his breath catch in his throat, his eyes closing despite himself. His head leans to one side, simultaneously encouraging her and giving her better access to the sensitive skin that she's decided to start kissing. It's hard to be disappointed when each kiss makes the flames of his desire burn even brighter, an actual glow starting to emanate from around him.

She has him at her mercy now. Sure, he's groping her breast beneath her shirt, but that hardly seems to be getting the same reaction as she's getting out of him. If he's not going to be completely overwhelmed, he needs to retaliate somehow. He's not in any position to kiss her own neck, so what can he really do that he's not already doing?

It's then that the hand on her breast suddenly sinks lower. A lot lower.

His fingers tuck themselves beneath her waistbands, which would have been bold enough on its own. But his boldness really knows no bounds, as his first and second fingers make their way lower, spreading on either side of her entrance. He's never felt a woman's body like this before. and the opportunity excites him. Finally, he lets his fingers meet inward, brushing lightly against her folds.

As he trembles from the onslaught of pleasure, he manages to murmur the word for rubbing into her ear. ]

S-Suresure...

[ His voice comes out as a low moan, his body pressing against hers as if to try to assert some measure of dominance. What he's really doing, though, is expressing his need to be as close to her as possible, particularly as his fingers start to stroke at her softly. ]

[ Oh, good. There it is, the reaction she was waiting for. Of course, her amusement doesn't last very long even as her legs buckle slightly at his touch as it goes from her chest and slowly goes lower to the point where it becomes something much more bolder.

She's never had anybody touch her like this, so it makes her tremble when something foreign and new strikes her there; an unfamiliar chord that forces her to pause as her hot breath trickles the skin of his neck, even more so when he manages that word in her ear, in a voice that is really appealing.

He could ask her for anything and she'd do it if he spoke in that way, no questions asked. It's a new weakness for her, but it's one that Keiichi could easily exploit if he wanted to. And she wouldn't be able to stop him.

Her hands move up his sides to reach for his shoulders to steady herself, wanting to keep herself upright. Even as he's stroking her, enough to elicit moans from the back of her throat, she still needs to play the game. Her competitive spirit won't tell her to stop. ]

Ren...ai.

[ "Romantic love". It's the feeling that she has for him. One that she's certain that he has for her, too.

Anyway, she doesn't want to have him hear such embarrassing voices so she makes the decision to nibble on his neck, trying to distract him a little more as she tries to find that sweet spot. ]

[ There sure are a lot of words starting with i, and most of them aren't any fun in this current game of shiritori, he thinks to himself. Of course, that's the only cogent thought he can manage, as she finds the spot rather quickly that makes his eyes squeeze shut and a loud moan escape his lips. His free hand clutches at her hip, an expression of need, and a shiver runs down his spine.

He'd be embarrassed if he wasn't too overwhelmed with desire to care. Even then, he's still a little embarrassed. He really needs to up his game if he's going to beat her: either at shiritori, or at working each other over into a frenzy. ]

I-Ingo...

[ "Dirty talk." It feels a little weird saying that after such an earnest admission of love from her, but she already knows where all this is coming from: not just a place of lust. Besides, it's exactly the segue he needs into the next phase of his strategy.

The tip of his middle finger delves inward, parting her folds. His wrist moves downward so that he can curl his finger inward, though he doesn't slip in too deeply yet. They haven't done this yet, and he wants to make sure he doesn't push too far, either literally or figuratively.

But that's only one part of his strategy. ]

Is that what you want to hear me do, Mion? T-Talk dirty to you and tell you all the dirty things we can do together...?

[ Game, set, and match. He's the Magician of Words. There's no way she won't fall for this. ]

[ Why not both? There's too much that's slowly making her mind fizzle to the point where it gets difficult to think. Maybe she should just cave in and just let her do whatever he'd want with her. ]

Y-yeah. I didn't want to lose, but if Kei-chan does that... then, gomen.

[ "Sorry." ] So... go ahead, Kei-chan. Do your worst.

[ Mion finds herself flushing as she leans into the touch, her voice muffled as she presses lips into his neck. ]

[ So, he wins. He'll have to remember that he gets to give her a punishment at some point. But right now, there are more important things to think about.

His finger starts to move slowly in and out, his lips brushing against her ear. The attention she's giving his neck is making him tremble, but he's able to hold himself together long enough for him to let out a breathy whisper. ]

I wonder how wet I can get Mion... if you're really turned on, it's gonna make it easier for me to give you something big, right? And let you ride it right up against this wall?

[ He parts his lips to nip at her earlobe, at least as best he can while she's working over his neck. ]

[ He does, in fact, win the game. Even if she could have probably come up with a word that didn't make her lose, she can't take it for much longer. Her mind is already lost in the sea of pleasure that he's giving her to the point where she almost feels like a doll that's being toyed around with.

The sounds that leave her lips, shuddering slightly as her grip on his shoulders tightens, not wanting him to leave her side.

Not that she expects him to, given the next words that fall out. ]

You'd like that... wouldn't you? I'll let you, if Kei-chan can get me worked up more. Or should I start calling you Keiichi-sama already...?

[ Given that she lost, that is. ]

[ His finger withdraws, but only just barely. And even then, it only withdraws long enough for a second to join in, slipping back inside of her. His hand starts to steadily move, his fingers sliding in and out in slow, steady motions.

Even as turned on as he is, he can't help the romantic, almost cheesy thought that happens across his mind. At least he knows how cheesy it is when it leaves his lips, though. ]

...Actually... I like hearing Mion call me Kei-chan.

[ He really had a hard time when she was calling him "Keiichi-san," and while it would be fun to have her be his private, sexy maid, he wants to save that for later. This is their first time.

It's definitely an idea he's hanging on for later, though. ]

[ There's something about him stopping for that one that even causes Mion to pause to the point where she can't help but be slightly concerned. It's the type of concern that causes the temperature to shift into something colder, but it's only for the briefest of seconds before it's there and then it's... gone.

He likes hearing her call him Kei-chan?

Then... ]

Kei-chan, [ her voice is like silk as she whispers that into his ear, lips brushing there. ] Kei-chan. You promised you'd tell me all the things you wanted to do with me, right?

[ He wonders what it was that made her hesitate, but she seems to recover pretty quickly. He starts to move his fingers a little deeper, biting down on his lip for a moment to stifle a moan. ]

Mmmmfff... [ He reaches his other hand around to give her butt a good squeeze, something that shows just how hungry he is for her. ]

Y-Yeah. I'll see which one you like best... my fingers, my tongue, or my furry seal. Think I can give you all three in one night?

[ He's feeling ambitious, what can he say? ]

[ He's trying to see to see which one she's like the most? Whole that doesn't exactly come as a surprise, it's getting a lot harder to think to the point where her mind feels a little hazy. Even if she made the decision to compare... She's not sure if she can; his fingers already feel so good that she might just lose herself in the sensation and forget to figure out which is better.

He's asking for something way too difficult.

But what makes her breath catch is the squeeze from behind, enough for her teeth to nibble on that sensitive skin of his neck to muffle any sounds, going higher until her lips tug at his earlobe suddenly for a second before a heated sigh falls from her lips. Her cheeks are glowing red and the temperature around them seems to rise in a way that makes it feel like the fun summer days in Hinamizawa.

But more importantly is the low, sultry voice like velvet that manages to pass through, Mion looking directly at Keiichi with aqua colored eyes. ]

Y-yeah. If that's what Kei-chan wants...

[ It's kind of funny in its own way; the fact that she's echoing the words he said earlier back at him. ]

I'll let him have his way with me for more than just that, too. You'd like that... right? It's just the two of us here, after all, so it's like we're a married couple.

[ Now that was embarrassing to say. ]

[ She may notice a sudden warmth that encompasses the entire room, almost uncomfortable in how warm it is. Her words are what caused that warmth to emanate from Keiichi's body, hearing her talk about them like they're a married couple.

Him and Mion... married? That would be a pretty interesting daily life, and he wouldn't ever get bored. And while he might not have imagined her as the housewife type once upon a time, now, he can really envision it.

He steadily picks up the pace with his wrist, letting out a low groan as the attention to his neck takes its toll on him. His erection feels like it's going to burst out of his pants at any second, and even if he knows it isn't, he still feels the need to press it against her with his body. ]

Y-You really want me to stay here with you, huh? Just the two of us? We'll probably end up doing this a lot more often, then. Just like... a married couple.

[ He murmurs softly into her ear, his voice colored by the grunts and groans of pleasure he's struggling to contain. ]

I can imagine Mion wearing nothing but an apron... and bending her over and taking her from behind... is that the kind of wife Mion would like to be? ♥

[ That warmth is something that's practically impossible to ignore. But she has a good idea as to the feeling that matches the heat. When he picks up the pace, her fingers tighten. Her breath is quivering as she hears those soft words in her ear.

Words that are only for her, alone.

Feeling just how turned on he is causes her hips to press against him rather needily. ]

Please.

[ There's something to her words that's borderline begging, really. ]

I don't want you to leave me alone, Kei-chan.

[ Hands there were on his shoulders soon go around his waist as she hugs him tightly. ]

I would mind, but... I wouldn't be able to cook properly if you're doing that.

[ His lack of experience is proving not to be nearly as much of a roadblock as he'd thought it might be. The subtle motions of her hips, the hitch in her voice, the way she all but begs for him to continue... that's all the encouragement he needs.

But there's something even stronger behind it all. It's a desire to please her, to make her happy and blissful. To fulfill her needs, to pay back some of the joy she's given him as a friend... and as something more.

The way his fingers move in and out of her is almost reverent now, like he's savoring the feel of her around him even as he keeps the pace steady. His thumb, meanwhile, brushes downward from her pelvis to the spot right above her entrance, carefully stroking the hooded nub he notices there. That's what the guys seem to lick in those magazines he's read, so does that mean the girl likes it? ]

Even if you couldn't cook at all, I wouldn't care. I know that's not the case, but I mean it.

[ He brushes his lips up against hers, his voice as affectionate as it is dark and husky. ]

I'd still want to spend the rest of my life with Mion... and make love to her as much as I can. ♥

[ A little less crude than his shiritori words had been, but he wants to make sure she knows this is much more than just physical attraction.

Hell, why shouldn't he want to spend the rest of his life with her? She's the person who made his life interesting and full of happiness. If he'd never met her, he's certain he'd be miserable.

The least he can do is make sure she's as happy as he is. ]

[ They're both inexperienced, so it's pretty much all but even. The feelings behind her words are honest and true; she doesn't want him to stop, and honestly? It's not the touch of his fingertips on sensitive skin or the way his fingers are getting her off to the point where she craves for more.

No, what makes her shudder are the words that he says to her in that way. He wants to spend the rest of his life with her... ]

You really mean that, Kei-chan? I-- [ Her voice cuts off slightly, her cheeks lighting up as roses seem to pop up near her. ] Go ahead. If that's what Kei-chan wants, I wouldn't mind if you did it every day.

[ And before he even gets the chance to answer, she's going to steal his lips in for another kiss. ]

[ It's just as well that she kisses him before he can answer. He's not sure he really has the words, anyway. Even his silver tongue gets tied, though right now, he's more than happy to tie it with hers, parting his lips readily to deepen the kiss.

His fingers slowly pull out of her, coated nicely with her arousal, before they reach for the belt of his pants and start undoing it. There's only so much of this he can take before he simply has to have her, and he's quickly learning that it wouldn't be a good idea to take her on in a battle of willpower. Not in this arena, anyway.

It's almost comical how quickly he manages to undo his belt and undo his shorts' button and zipper, and the garments slip down his hips slightly. A pair of nondescript, black boxers are all that keep his furry seal from popping out right now, and even then, the cloth is straining to contain him. And he's already starting to slip it out of the way. ]

...Every day? You'd really wanna do it that much, huh, Mion?

[ There's a warmth behind the words he thinks to her, and that warmth fills the air around them. Obviously, he's flattered by the idea, and she'd have to be as dense as him on his worst day to think he doesn't like the idea. ]

[ Does she really want to do it that much? The idea is definitely appealing to her, really. But it's growing hard to think to the point where slight sparks appear near her as he deepens the kiss. But it's only when he begins to pull his fingers out is when it finally stops, but is replaced with the familiar warm summery air.

But out of the two of them, she's not the dense one, and honestly? That might just be her saving grace.

Eyes fix on his plain black boxers, watching him slowly lower them as if it were a nuisance. When his question rings in her head, however, she can't hide much as she makes a sound of approval as her tongue tangles with his own in a manner that's almost greedy. ]

If it's with Kei-chan... I wouldn't mind.

[ Actually, it's more than a little embarrassing, something that's evident by the loud sounds of her heartbeat echoing through the room. ]

You'd want to as well, wouldn't you?

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[ He doesn't have any idea what he's done to make her like him so much. Honestly, it's a little overwhelming. He doesn't consider himself really that remarkable despite all the boasting he might do, but Mion has a way of making him feel like more than he is.

And that confidence makes him even bolder. His hands move to hoist her up by the hips, pinning her up against the wall. It's a strength he didn't even know he had, but he is a bit bigger and broader than she is. As surprised as he is that he can pick her up like this, it's something he can really get used to.

His erection is finally free of the boxers, and her shorts are loose enough that he can simply tug them out of the way, using his hands while his body keeps her upright.. The tip of his erection presses up against her entrance, just begging for her to take him in. ]

I can't take it any more, Mion. I have to have you right now.

[ He'd say it out loud, but he's a little busy ravishing her tongue with his. Thank goodness for telepathy, though it would be really unfortunate if they lost control of it and started sharing these kinds of thoughts with everybody else.

Thankfully, that's not going to happen, but it would be pretty embarrassing. And thoughts like that are the only thing keeping him from being driven mad with lust and desire. ]

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