[... 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.]
[She could no longer contain herself feeling his teeth sink in. Too flat to actually pierce her skin, but it was the jolt - the suddenness of the bite - and how that pulse plucked her tense climactic cord.]
[She was lost to a white haze as her insides squeezed down around his twitching girth, the heat of each shot feeding her orgasmic high. Her hand clenched his hard to the point it no longer shivered, but jolted from tightened muscle contracting all throughout. Even her legs locked around him, holding his hips down to spill everything inside.]
[He was glad for the feel of her legs locking around him, heels into his backside; it kept him grounded despite this sudden lighter-than-air feeling as blissful release began to sweep away the odd haze of aphrodisiac weighing heavy on his brain.
He held her hand like a lifeline as his knuckles ached at the bench, the fingers that grasped wood slowly straightening and lowering to her hair.
Though his teeth could not etch like they could as a beast, he still drew his tongue against her skin, the tingle of Chroma all the same in mending the little divots.]
N-naoto...
[He nuzzled against her neck, then turned to kiss her cheek. He was gonna kick the shit out of whoever decided to mess with the food.
But he could worry about that later. He was enjoying the endorphins, the warmth of her...]
[She couldn't move so much even if she wanted to, her tense muscles keeping her legs firmly planted into his back and her fingers holding on. It was the same for him to if the hand holding hers was any indication, but that was fine - this was perfect.]
[Feeling his hand in her hair, she finally blinked and managed to breathe, unaware she'd been holding it for a while there. Her eyes fell, looking at him drawing his tongue over her chest.]
Kanji-kun...
[She hummed at his kiss, but then turned her head to catch his lips before he decided to move away. So much for relaxing without sex coming up, but... this was fine for now.]
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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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[She could no longer contain herself feeling his teeth sink in. Too flat to actually pierce her skin, but it was the jolt - the suddenness of the bite - and how that pulse plucked her tense climactic cord.]
[She was lost to a white haze as her insides squeezed down around his twitching girth, the heat of each shot feeding her orgasmic high. Her hand clenched his hard to the point it no longer shivered, but jolted from tightened muscle contracting all throughout. Even her legs locked around him, holding his hips down to spill everything inside.]
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He held her hand like a lifeline as his knuckles ached at the bench, the fingers that grasped wood slowly straightening and lowering to her hair.
Though his teeth could not etch like they could as a beast, he still drew his tongue against her skin, the tingle of Chroma all the same in mending the little divots.]
N-naoto...
[He nuzzled against her neck, then turned to kiss her cheek. He was gonna kick the shit out of whoever decided to mess with the food.
But he could worry about that later. He was enjoying the endorphins, the warmth of her...]
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[Feeling his hand in her hair, she finally blinked and managed to breathe, unaware she'd been holding it for a while there. Her eyes fell, looking at him drawing his tongue over her chest.]
Kanji-kun...
[She hummed at his kiss, but then turned her head to catch his lips before he decided to move away. So much for relaxing without sex coming up, but... this was fine for now.]
[... They needed to order normal food later.]