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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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[embracethewind]

[ the closer she gets, okita decides to leave her clit and hold on both her hips and not slow down in his thrusting. it's too much, almost wanting to pass out from his own heat, the nearest peak and the wings effect, he drops his head back to look up at the ceiling with an expression of ache and delight.

a loud, labored groan can be heard behind tomoe, his cum shooting inside her after a long yet satisfying culmination. he leans slightly to his lover's back, a tired gasp with a thrusting more or less present, the hot of his cum leaves her wetter and burning as he moves for a few moments. but... the last remains of his rocking hips stop all of a sudden, his breath becomes shaky and his fingers claw at her hip skin. those aren't 'his' feathers... those are...

those are...

his body stiffens at how the feathers come out of tomoe's lines. even his cock must have hardened. ]

[willing_sheath]

[Tomoe remains leaning against the back of the sofa, limbs quivering with aftershocks as he slowed inside her, her entire sex over-sensitized from her climax. After several long moments she shifts enough to look back at him, panting lightly through parted lips, her dark eyes heavy-lidded. The hints of feathers along her scar and at her shoulders recede back into her skin as her energy calms back into her proper shape.]

[embracethewind]

[ a trembling runs through his legs not only for the lasting jolts of afterglow but the hidden memory inside his body about those feathers that merge into tomoe. fingers from a hand claw at his chest, trying to shy away the urge of coming out of his lover and withdraw unexpectedly his unsteady breath might be loud. his other hand flats against her belly nervously, not leaving her there and not letting the trauma win over him. is it alright if they stay like that for a moment? ]

I'm-- sorry, I...

[willing_sheath]

[Tomoe is fortunately blissed out enough that she doesn't immediately notice his reaction, too pleased at the feeling of still being connected. Her hand comes up to rest over the one on her stomach, more than happy to stay like that for the time being.]

[She hums quietly]

What are you apologizing for...?

[embracethewind]

[ certainly he doesn't intend to exit her yet. taking a mouthful of nothing — ]

I said-- I said... I wanted to see a little of your transformation, but-- but...

I don't know why my body feels on edge, love... It's... not like with my own feathers...

[ the tone in his voice is low and weak out of fear. ]

[willing_sheath]

[The admission sobers her a little and she nods slightly, twining her fingers with his and drawing his hand up higher until she holds it against her chest where he may be able to feel her still-quick heartbeat.]

It... doesn't happen every time... [Only when she was excited enough to lose herself in the act with her energy following suit and losing track of her pre-determined edges. Really... if it weren't for the bad association he should feel honored. It was rare for her to be that worked up.]

[embracethewind]

Don't... get me wrong. I won't fear you. Ever.

[ feeling her heartbeat is enough to erase his last remnants of insecurities. no mistake he feels honored, pride even, that she reached to that point because of him.

his other hand touches her bottom cheek, spotting something peculiar that brings out a chuckle. ]

What a cute mole~

[willing_sheath]

[She lightly snorts at his observation, remembering the first time he'd felt the need to point the mark out, huffing a laugh.]

Baka...

[embracethewind]

[ he bends over her, fingers laced with hers against the back of the sofa and seeks her lips for a brief, smiling and hungry kiss, wings lowered and relaxed. in a murmur — ]

I see you enjoy our connection. Do you want us to stay like this a little longer?

[willing_sheath]

[She sighs quietly, feeling him press to her back as he leans over her, turning enough to meet the kiss.]

Yes... [She murmurs back. She preferred to stay together as long as possible... though admittedly this wasn't the best position for it. Her lips curl very slightly against his.] Unless you would like to move someplace more comfortable... [Whether it was simply to bask together or continue on to another round, she would be satisfied with either.]

[embracethewind]

[ another round could be the perfect excuse to stay inside her longer after so long of not enjoying themselves. his face nuzzles against her neck now. ]

Let's go upstairs, shall we?

[ with a small thrust of temptation, he gets out of her, wet and slightly hard, not moving from her yet. ]

Would you like me to carry you?

[willing_sheath]

[She lets out a small gasp as he pulls from her, never expecting it and never particularly liking it either. She shifts, trying to get to her feet and finding her legs to be slightly wobbly. She looks up at him coyly, reaching to drape her arms across his shoulders and pressing her willowy frame to his before kissing him.]

I would...

[embracethewind]

[ if not for their last position he wouldn't have dared to let her go albeit he doesn't complain to how she reaches him claiming his mouth that he doesn't refuse with a hungry kiss back. with that answer and breaking from it, souji takes a strong hold of her backside to propel her up, a gesture with a nudge of his nose to hers to settle each leg on his sides. no matter how tired he is from the previous act, that burning to be inside her again is stronger than anything else, walking up the stairs carefully while carrying tomoe with longing. ]