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[swordhardy]

[ With Nami so perfectly seated, how can he not sneak beneath the hem of her shirt and slide his fingers around her waist? Slender yet strong, distinctly feminine. Callus-studded palms rub against either side of her ribs, thumbs brush beneath the curve of her breasts. ]

Good. You wouldn’t want to kiss me after it.

[ Rokurou surges up to kiss her again, not satisfied with a brief press of lips and tease of teeth. While Nami’s kiss had been playful, his is intense—his tongue flicks across the seam of her lips before pressing forward, searching for a deeper taste within seconds.

During the kiss, one hand slides up to palm her breast while the other slides around back to grab her ass. The latter presses her hips down to grind their bodies together, guiding her to feel how he’s starting to get hard. ]

[cartographie]

[ 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. ]