[ Rokurou claims her mouth in another kiss, and leaves Nami chuckling low against his lips before she parts them to let her tongue lick against his. She sinks one hand into his hair, carding through it slowly, letting those dark strands wrap around her fingers as a stifled hum of satisfaction gets lost against his mouth. He's easy to feel comfortable around, even if they don't see one another that often, and it's hard not to think of this as anything but the best possible way to spend their time trapped together in these dumb pods.
She moves towards his touch, arching towards the hand he curves over her breast before she quickly shifts her weight, her hips pressing against his, enjoying both the hardening line of his cock pressed flush against the heat that's been simmering between her thighs, and the thought that he can feel how much she wants to keep going. The hands in his hair tense, tugging gently as she moves against him, grinding while the lean muscles of her inner thighs go tight on either side of his hips, half keeping him in place to rock against, half urging more out of him, as her hands slide over the nape of his neck, dragging her nails against skin.
It takes some resolve to pull away even slightly, but for the sake of pulling her shirt off and chucking it into the corner, she makes an exception before gripping at his shirt, intent on doing the same. ]
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She moves towards his touch, arching towards the hand he curves over her breast before she quickly shifts her weight, her hips pressing against his, enjoying both the hardening line of his cock pressed flush against the heat that's been simmering between her thighs, and the thought that he can feel how much she wants to keep going. The hands in his hair tense, tugging gently as she moves against him, grinding while the lean muscles of her inner thighs go tight on either side of his hips, half keeping him in place to rock against, half urging more out of him, as her hands slide over the nape of his neck, dragging her nails against skin.
It takes some resolve to pull away even slightly, but for the sake of pulling her shirt off and chucking it into the corner, she makes an exception before gripping at his shirt, intent on doing the same. ]