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[willing_sheath]

[A standard pre-recorded message starts:]

Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system. [There are a few long moments of dead silence before someone draws a breath speaks in a stiff, uncomfortable tone:] Himura Tomoe... [and another long few seconds of silence where she apparently didn't realize how to stop the recording.] is not available. At the tone, please record your message. When you have finished recording, you may hang up or press one for more options. To leave a callback number, press five.

[BEEP]



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[willing_sheath]

[She shivers at the attention, exhaling a trembling breath as the sensation of his tongue and the scrape of his teeth causes a wave of gooseflesh to rise on her arms and across her breasts despite the hot water, her nipples tightening to almost painfully hard peaks.]

Is--is that so...? [She tries to maintain her usual aloofness, but the reactions of her body and the timbre of her voice betray her.] Perhaps I should wear it up more often... [It would give him easier access to do more of that, certainly...]

[embracethewind]

[ to break a little of that outside shell she usually wears is quite fun and satisfying. she must know he can be a teaser when he intends to. the hand on her breast is still there, now using his index and middle fingers to play with her hard nipple as the other goes up to do the same motion in her opposite. his lips and tongue lower to her neck to leave small pecks and licks longer, then reaches to her starting jawline. he wants to heighten her body, since he knows she gets most excited when he's showing devotion like this. ]

Yes... please...

[willing_sheath]

[God is he ever a tease... and even if she will never admit it out loud she loves it. She curls her fingers into his hair as he works her nipples, drawing a sigh bordering on a moan from her. Heat moves down her spine to tingle low in her belly. She flexes her fingers on his ass (or as much of it as she can), shifting subtly in front of him as her arousal continues to build.]

[She relinquishes her hold on his hair, dropping her arm down into the water, seeking out his leg, gripping the outside of his thigh, sliding her hand back and forth while she continued to get lost in the adoration of her throat and breasts.]

[embracethewind]

[ ah-- it's the kind of response he longed for.... how arousing. her touching is no less important when it's prickling on his ass and leg skin.

he continues some more on her neck and the edge of her jawline until he slides to the side and in front of tomoe, kneeled in between her legs, and settles her back gently facing the side of the tub. his gaze deeps into hers, dark with lewdness, before he guides her hands to his ass to touch more thoroughly while his face draws closer to kiss her throat and jaw with vehemence. both his hands don't stop adoring her breasts, this time his lips claiming one of them, suckling, pulling the little bud between them and kneading her other breast. ]

[willing_sheath]

[She almost makes a sound of protest when she moves, but she can't really complain as he settles between her legs. She meets his gaze, her face flushed from both the water and her arousal and she almost laughs as he guides her hands to his ass again. She squeezes him in response to his ardor, sighing her pleasure when he returns to her throat. She can't really keep her hold at that angle as he moves his attention down to her breasts, moaning aloud as he takes her nipple into his mouth. She arches toward him, offering up more to him, her fingers dragging up his back, her nails lightly scratching his skin.]

[embracethewind]

[ the little and brief she could touch him is enough when he hums at the touch of her hands on his rear and up his back with dedication, coupled with his lips ardent to to play with her breasts, changing affection, curving into a grin when she's moaning. when she offers some more, his mouth opens widely over her areola as his tongue laps repeatedly on a nipple, which causes him to taste some of the soaped mix of the bath bomb. pulling away for a moment, jokingly — ]

Like flowers, hmmmm~

[ judging by his fake face, it tasted weird. ]

[willing_sheath]

[She huffs lightly at the commentary.]

You are the one who added something to the soaking water... [she only chides a little--whatever he's added has made the water more slippery and it is an interesting feeling--but she likely wouldn't want to taste it either.]