[He neatly divvied it up, but found what she'd said to be curious as he handed her a plate and chopsticks.]
Get drunk enough and you're feelin' loose enough to try anything, y'think? Maybe that's why the prismals are so... like they are, but I don't usually smell alcohol on 'em. Mostly.
No... not that. I'm wondering if how genuine the feeling are affects Chroma production. Love and lust are two separate feelings after all... similarly, a want to do it versus a need to do it wouldn't make for a good experience either.
[He sighed, a wordless agreement. He wasn't sure if he should pity the prismals, but he knew he no longer felt anger toward them. They fed him, gave him a roof over their heads, opened their city to him... if only the world could be opened further.
But three bites into his fish, Kanji paused. Mildly distracted, he had a faraway look as those gears were turning...]
[He shouldered it off and made short work of it. He usually got hot pretty easily, so it was likely finally feeling the after-effects of a quickie and being kind of caught.
But Kanji soon sighed and tugged the collar of his shirt.]
[She was confused. What suddenly had him overheated? Or perhaps the mirin was stronger than he anticipated? And if that was the case then oh no, she should stop eating the soup... but it might be too little too late.]
[Setting it down, the picked up a little fish.]
I can check.
[Or was it the fish? Something about that bite seemed off...]
[It was like one of those fabled hot flashes, right? But he wasn't that old, not by a long shot! As he fanned his shirt to get some cool air, he noticed that the feel of his shirt against his skin was... wonderful.
It was almost like he was...]
The... the food.
[Of course. Of course it was the fucking food! PRISMALS!]
[In the soup could be covered up by the mirin, but everything else? Not so easily since the dishes required more mild or subtle seasonings!]
[Standing up quickly, she tensed. A heat she had been ignoring in her gut bloomed and what contents from their engagement before that she could clean shifted.]
You're tellin' me...! I think our normal-date to prismals-messed-with-us ratio's off-balance. W-we gotta just grab tea sometime or somethin'...!
[Yeah, tea. Like the kind they had in the morning, wisps of steam rising off the surface. He recalled a mug raised to Naoto's lips, a quiet sip, the aroma mingling with the scent of the detective fresh out of a morning shower.
With a groan, cursing his hormone-ridden mind and far too much detail, he turned and hooked an arm around her, one hand smoothing beneath her shirt and up along her stomach.]
N-naoto...
[He paused when he pulled in close, realized his mistake, and pressed his lips feverishly against hers. Prismals, too goddamned dangerous...]
[... tea. She sat there, staring at him. If everything else was spiked, why would he think the tea would be remotely safe?]
[And yet, seeing him be the first one overtaken by his arousal? A nice turnaround for once. Lowering her hands, she let herself lean into Kanji when his arm wrapped around her, shuddering to feel his palm against her stomach.]
[She said nothing, accepting his kiss, and mentally sighing before the aphrodisiacs completely halted her rational thought - they might as well get through his together.]
[His thoughts were only smoke, dissipating into nothing but need as his hand moved up to cup a breast, thumb swept over the nipple. Perhaps just before they were caught, but now he was beyond certain the prismals had no further business of the two of them, satisfied that they have 'enhanced' their evening.
Yet despite the mockery, Kanji was in the thick of it, kissing her like he was making up for lost time. To break the kiss meant tipping his head and moving in again, gentler, warmer, his heart pounding in his chest.]
[Though she shivered at the brief feeling of cold air, moonlacing more than made up for the lacking warmth, her back arching to his hand. She, in turn, raised her arms to wrap them once more around his neck and hold him there, hands reaching to his back to 'pull'.]
[Why were they still sitting up? And why the hell were his clothes still on? She snuck a quick breath when his lips pulled away, but was back at it along with him, her leg brushing against his.]
[The tension at his nape had his mind spin, heat flaring in his belly. Upon next parting, Kanji clenched his teeth and growled. Enough... enough of this clothes shit...!
He tugged his shirt up and off, and moved to relieve Naoto in kind of her burden. The cable car had begun to set off, the vehicle giving a small jostle as he worked at buttons, worked at hooks.
[Finally his shirt was gone and she could run her hands over his skin properly. Did she tell him enough that he had incredible musculature? She thinks she has, but she should say it more often and take more time to appreciate it, but not right now.]
[He's at her shirt, but it was honestly taking too long. She pulled away from their kiss briefly.]
J-Just fix the buttons later...! [As for any hooks on her bra, she knows she bent them a little her her haste to get the undergarment off. It's so hot, but it's not hot enough. Why did she wear so many layers today? But her hands had moved to push his pants down while she attempted to kick her own off.]
[Didn't need to be told twice! He all but ripped the damn thing off of her, a couple of buttons clattering to the floor. With a moan he lowered to her neck, pressing messy kisses here as he wiggled to help get his pants off and his hands scrambled to return the favor. Everything off...
He shoved his discarded jacket forward, a makeshift pillow. His breaths heavy, eyes dark and half-lidded, he kicked off the last of his pant leg before he eased them both back on a pile of discarded clothing. He couldn't wait any more... he tugged down her underwear with as much care as he could muster- torn undergarments weren't a quick fix.
But anything, anything to hasten the way he tugged down the last of what he wore; anything to finally hike her legs up around his waist and drive himself inside.]
[Thank god for that. Her head tilting, she moaned loudly, her fingers relieved from working off his pants that they grabbed at his underwear next... only for him to get those too.]
[There was no need for a preamble - her insides were thoroughly coated and her body still oozed release from earlier that his wild drive into her body had no resistance. She gasped, her legs wrapping around his waist where they were placed and her body bucked to meet his thrusts. Harder, faster, she was going crazy!]
[It wasn't often they were like this as themselves, typically a coiling of beasts fighting to come away thoroughly marked and scented with one another. But it was once Naoto had started bucking that Kanji soundly pitched his mind away and into the gutters.
Teeth grit, drawing a gasp for breath, he slammed a hand to the edge of the bench and held on tight. With his other on one of the detective's, fingers entwined and pinned next to her head, he growled out a moan and let his face burn. He abandoned subtlety for meshing with her, any bunched and discarded clothing slowly making a mess to the floor, too jostled to stay. It always made his head spin when she wrapped her legs around him like that...!]
[By now, he should know she rather preferred him to unleash himself once they got to this point, but she didn't want to bother forming words to urge him on either.]
[He got the message though and she could've sworn the bench creaked beneath the new force. Her fingers clenched his hand once their palms pressed together, her pants little more than gasps of delight while she kept their hips clapping together, slicked skin and the heady scent of arousal just their sex symphony.]
[He would wonder later what they'd be like if they'd finished their meal, rather than having a few bites before they felt the way they did. The prismals... always so fucking dangerous.
Yet he wouldn't stop, not when they were this far. The bench creaked and he had the mischievous, Sanguis thought of wondering if they could somehow break this fucking thing. But instead he redirected, bringing himself closer to the brink as he lowered to a soft pink mark on her shoulder, where fangs had etched their claim before. Kisses grew hard and hungry here, grounding him in the wake of the sounds she made causing a tingle down his spine. Louder, louder... nobody would hear her here...!]
[Faster, harder, she was being driven closer and closer with each smack of flesh and fluid between their bodies, and another heavy scent of sex filling the room, mingling with the food still present and their perspiration. Eyes barely open, she could see Kanji draw closer and noticed him kiss the mark he'd left during their previous engagement. She whined when more teeth became involved, waiting for - and wanting - him to bite.]
[God, he didn't have fangs here, not now but...! Something stirred in him with that sound she'd made, one that left a big knot in his belly and his knuckles turning white in his grip on the bench.
Yes... fuckin' yes, he'll do it...!
With a growl in his throat, the fine hairs on the back of his neck on end, he ran his teeth gently against her skin before- as if someone was waiting outside and daring to take all this away- he helped himself to a bite. He shuddered in the wake of that hot, covetous flash that filled his mind, driven onward by whatever the hell the prismals put into the food... but he did nothing to deny it.
His orgasm hit him like a sucker punch, causing stars to pop behind his eyelids as he drove in with everything he had. He felt himself throbbing hard enough that there was no mistaking it, adding only more to his climax from earlier.]
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Get drunk enough and you're feelin' loose enough to try anything, y'think? Maybe that's why the prismals are so... like they are, but I don't usually smell alcohol on 'em. Mostly.
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[He brought a hand to his chin.]
So it's less a lifestyle and more a kinda indulging thing just to make Chroma?
It makes me feel more sorry for 'em than I already do. Doin' it's so... personal. Turn it into a chore, and it just...
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It loses the weight. It's similar to how violence over saturates our own world; it's terrible, but normal... expected despite attempted restraint.
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But three bites into his fish, Kanji paused. Mildly distracted, he had a faraway look as those gears were turning...]
Man, is it ...s'it hot in here?
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It doesn't feel like it. Perhaps you should remove your jacket?
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[He shouldered it off and made short work of it. He usually got hot pretty easily, so it was likely finally feeling the after-effects of a quickie and being kind of caught.
But Kanji soon sighed and tugged the collar of his shirt.]
Y-ya think there's a thermostat for this place?
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[Setting it down, the picked up a little fish.]
I can check.
[Or was it the fish? Something about that bite seemed off...]
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It was almost like he was...]
The... the food.
[Of course. Of course it was the fucking food! PRISMALS!]
Damn it, I think they... s-spiked the food...!
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[In the soup could be covered up by the mirin, but everything else? Not so easily since the dishes required more mild or subtle seasonings!]
[Standing up quickly, she tensed. A heat she had been ignoring in her gut bloomed and what contents from their engagement before that she could clean shifted.]
T-This wasn't in the advertisement...!
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[He scowled, and scrambled for his fly.]
Son of a bitch! I thought they were done with this shit! Rrgh...
[One second, as he moved his jacket to cover himself as he tried a little shift to handle this hardon.]
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Why can't any of my date plans be normal?
[Sitting down next to Kanji, she rubbed her face, trying to ignore the all too familiar heat rising further.]
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[Yeah, tea. Like the kind they had in the morning, wisps of steam rising off the surface. He recalled a mug raised to Naoto's lips, a quiet sip, the aroma mingling with the scent of the detective fresh out of a morning shower.
With a groan, cursing his hormone-ridden mind and far too much detail, he turned and hooked an arm around her, one hand smoothing beneath her shirt and up along her stomach.]
N-naoto...
[He paused when he pulled in close, realized his mistake, and pressed his lips feverishly against hers. Prismals, too goddamned dangerous...]
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[... tea. She sat there, staring at him. If everything else was spiked, why would he think the tea would be remotely safe?]
[And yet, seeing him be the first one overtaken by his arousal? A nice turnaround for once. Lowering her hands, she let herself lean into Kanji when his arm wrapped around her, shuddering to feel his palm against her stomach.]
[She said nothing, accepting his kiss, and mentally sighing before the aphrodisiacs completely halted her rational thought - they might as well get through his together.]
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Yet despite the mockery, Kanji was in the thick of it, kissing her like he was making up for lost time. To break the kiss meant tipping his head and moving in again, gentler, warmer, his heart pounding in his chest.]
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[Why were they still sitting up? And why the hell were his clothes still on? She snuck a quick breath when his lips pulled away, but was back at it along with him, her leg brushing against his.]
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He tugged his shirt up and off, and moved to relieve Naoto in kind of her burden. The cable car had begun to set off, the vehicle giving a small jostle as he worked at buttons, worked at hooks.
Too tight... everything felt too tight!]
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[He's at her shirt, but it was honestly taking too long. She pulled away from their kiss briefly.]
J-Just fix the buttons later...! [As for any hooks on her bra, she knows she bent them a little her her haste to get the undergarment off. It's so hot, but it's not hot enough. Why did she wear so many layers today? But her hands had moved to push his pants down while she attempted to kick her own off.]
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He shoved his discarded jacket forward, a makeshift pillow. His breaths heavy, eyes dark and half-lidded, he kicked off the last of his pant leg before he eased them both back on a pile of discarded clothing. He couldn't wait any more... he tugged down her underwear with as much care as he could muster- torn undergarments weren't a quick fix.
But anything, anything to hasten the way he tugged down the last of what he wore; anything to finally hike her legs up around his waist and drive himself inside.]
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[There was no need for a preamble - her insides were thoroughly coated and her body still oozed release from earlier that his wild drive into her body had no resistance. She gasped, her legs wrapping around his waist where they were placed and her body bucked to meet his thrusts. Harder, faster, she was going crazy!]
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Teeth grit, drawing a gasp for breath, he slammed a hand to the edge of the bench and held on tight. With his other on one of the detective's, fingers entwined and pinned next to her head, he growled out a moan and let his face burn. He abandoned subtlety for meshing with her, any bunched and discarded clothing slowly making a mess to the floor, too jostled to stay. It always made his head spin when she wrapped her legs around him like that...!]
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[He got the message though and she could've sworn the bench creaked beneath the new force. Her fingers clenched his hand once their palms pressed together, her pants little more than gasps of delight while she kept their hips clapping together, slicked skin and the heady scent of arousal just their sex symphony.]
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Yet he wouldn't stop, not when they were this far. The bench creaked and he had the mischievous, Sanguis thought of wondering if they could somehow break this fucking thing. But instead he redirected, bringing himself closer to the brink as he lowered to a soft pink mark on her shoulder, where fangs had etched their claim before. Kisses grew hard and hungry here, grounding him in the wake of the sounds she made causing a tingle down his spine. Louder, louder... nobody would hear her here...!]
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Yes... fuckin' yes, he'll do it...!
With a growl in his throat, the fine hairs on the back of his neck on end, he ran his teeth gently against her skin before- as if someone was waiting outside and daring to take all this away- he helped himself to a bite. He shuddered in the wake of that hot, covetous flash that filled his mind, driven onward by whatever the hell the prismals put into the food... but he did nothing to deny it.
His orgasm hit him like a sucker punch, causing stars to pop behind his eyelids as he drove in with everything he had. He felt himself throbbing hard enough that there was no mistaking it, adding only more to his climax from earlier.]
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