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Date: 2020-02-29 02:20 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] topgun_textiles
topgun_textiles: (N-no I don't!)
Hell no! They wanted us to have an... unforgettable night...!

[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.]

Date: 2020-02-29 03:20 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] topgun_textiles
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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...]

Date: 2020-02-29 04:16 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] topgun_textiles
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[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.]

Date: 2020-02-29 05:25 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] topgun_textiles
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[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.

Too tight... everything felt too tight!]

Date: 2020-02-29 05:46 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] topgun_textiles
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[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.]

Date: 2020-03-04 12:23 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] topgun_textiles
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[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...!]

Date: 2020-03-05 05:49 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] topgun_textiles
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[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...!]

Date: 2020-03-13 05:22 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] topgun_textiles
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[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.]

Date: 2020-03-15 04:37 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] topgun_textiles
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[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...]

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