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[ The amazing thing is that Mitsuru doesn't have to turn the toy on for a blissful shudder to work its way through her body, leaving her already slicked up entrance tightening in anticipation. Hearing the way her friend says her name is enough to bring a gasp to her lips, the hand Mitsuru plants on her shoulder urging her hips upward, her heels pressing against the floor to give herself enough leverage to move against Mitsuru how she wants to.

And wow, does she want to.

She tilts her head back as Mitsuru leans in to kiss her, her tongue licking into the other woman's mouth as her hand travels around her friend's side, fingers splaying over the swell of Mitsuru's ass, as her free hand runs down her friend's back before coming up to cradle the side of her face. Nami's thumb brushes over Mitsuru's cheek, drawing back to grin breathlessly up at her, her gaze fixed on her face as she arches her hips up, driving more of the toy into Mitsuru's cunt, hungry to see her react as she finds her rhythm, fucking into Mitsuru in short, deep thrusts. ]

I don't know how I'm gonna get anything else done again.

[ The grin on her face is unmistakably smug, but there's a softness in her eyes that indicates her satisfaction is coming from somewhere else entirely. Before Mitsuru gets a chance to call her on it – not that Nami thinks she could right now, given the distraction she's determined to present, the hand on Mitsuru's back lifting away to slip downwards instead, her fingers spreading the slicked up folds of her friend's cunt open further before she lets her thumb strum over Mitsuru's clit, her hips quickening as she does. ]

[ She wants to respond in kind to those words, only Nami just so happens to be driving the other woman crazy right now. Of course she thinks about all the ways Nami has pleasured her before, but this... this is entirely new. Never could she have pictured something as satisfying as the taller woman fucking her like this. Each thrust upwards by Nami, is met with a responding movement from Mitsuru, grinding and fucking herself on the cock being driven into her cunt.

She had already been close earlier, frustratingly so and she can feel that building warmth returning to her lower belly again - all the more intense this time having been stopped in its tracks earlier. The way Nami spreads her open, her cunt slick around the toy and against her friend's fingers as she thumbs her clit, that is the last straw for any tiny amount of restraint Mitsuru has left in her. ]

God, Nami- Don't you dare stop-

[ Her climax breaks over her like a wave and leaves her reeling, shaking in the other woman's lap as she groans her name again, gripping Nami's shoulders as though her life depends upon it in this moment. It just seems to keep going, rolling over her until she's finally left almost breathless with the force of it - and yet she is absolutely not done. Somehow managing to collect herself enough to remember the remote in her hand... ]

I- I need you to feel this too.

[ And if it makes Mitsuru come again too in the process, well... she's not exactly going to complain. She flicks the switch, wholly satisfied in knowing the deep, intense vibrations she's just started within that harness right now - she would know, she's feeling them second hand herself, continuing to grind herself on Nami's fake cock with yet another intense moan. God, she knows she's not going to last long again like this. ]

[ Stopping is so far removed from Nami's thinking, and as long as Mitsuru doesn't tell her to, out loud or otherwise, she's too transfixed by the way the darker-haired redhead moves, fucking herself on the fake cock as Nami's hips pump upwards to meet her. Everything about the experience is already so electrifying, it takes a split-second for her brain to even register that the vibrator pressed flush against her clit inside the harness has buzzed to life. Nami's body bucks upwards raggedly in response, as she's momentarily caught off-guard and left briefly reeling from the pleasure now coursing through her body, feeding into the needy ache that fucking Mitsuru like this has already left her soaking wet from. ]

Fuck, fuck, Mitsuru–

[ Nami's hands settle firmly on Mitsuru's hips, guiding her down, urging her to bury the cock inside herself before it's her arms coming around her friend's waist instead, kissing her hard and breathlessly as Nami holds the other woman's body against hers and moves to roll them over.

The vibrator's presence leaves her desperate to feel more, the slicked entrance of her cunt clenching in response to the feeling, and once Nami gets Mitsuru laid back, on the bed behind them, it's easier to rock against that delicious buzzing sensation and to fuck Mitsuru properly.

One hand stays on Mitsuru's hip as the other keeps Nami propped above her, her breasts dragging against her friend's skin as she thrusts her hips with renewed hunger.

Her lips are swollen by the time she draws back from their kiss, blue eyes gone hazy from the blissful feelings working through her. Nami tilts her head, her nose bumping the other woman's cheek, her words whispered dazedly against her skin. ]

You're beautiful.

[ Mitsuru's back finds the soft mattress as Nami presses her back - not that she fully registers it with her body still practically humming with pleasure at the intensity of her orgasm.

And Nami isn't stopping and neither is Mitsuru, remote discarded and left on as she hastily wraps her arms around the other woman's shoulders and her thighs around her waist, relishing absolutely every sensation of being so thoroughly fucked by the taller redhead. She takes Nami's plastic cock with a hunger and desperation she didn't know she could possess, grinding herself down on it with each unforgiving and utterly blissful thrust inside of her, her thighs clearly starting to shake as she grips at her friend. She can feel the vibrator buzzing between Nami's legs, the sensation doing its own deliciously mind numbing work on Mitsuru in return.

Nami's kiss is met with equal intensity, the younger woman's lips just as swollen when they part and god does this pirate know how to make her blush- ]

You are- [ Her breath catches in her throat, the sounds of her increasingly slick cunt being so thoroughly fucked filling the room in between their moans and gasps. That feeling is returning and it leaves Mitsuru trembling with increasing pleasure. ]

Nami, you're going to make me come again-

[ The frenetic thrum of the vibrator against her clit is relentless enough to push her close to the edge in a mad rush, leaving her working to focus on the steady roll of her hips as she pumps them, keeping the cock strapped against her cunt fucking into Mitsuru in hard, shallow thrusts, her hand holding tight to Mitsuru's hips, relishing the feel of her moving against the toy as she nears her own climax. ]

Come, Mitsuru–

[ The words are a hot rush of air, passionate and imploring, the vivid memory of how slick and tight Mitsuru feels around her fingers as she comes undone keeping her moving against her, even as her own cunt clenches and shudders, getting teased to the brink while aching to be filled.

Face flushed, Nami ducks her head and lets her lips run down the other woman's neck, her tongue running over her skin, before biting gently, enough to leave a mark, but not hard enough for it to linger long. ]

I wanna make you come so hard.

[ Being fucked like this by Nami, it's wonderful - exquisite. Trembling, her thighs twitching as she topples over the edge and begins to come around her "cock", Mitsuru feels that overwhelming sensation take over her again. She knows that Name must be wet behind that harness, can tell that she's close too and the thought alone of her friend coming as she fucks Mitsuru into the mattress is enough to make her feel giddy with desire. The graze of the other woman's teeth on her bare neck does nothing to ground her, only makes her moan louder. ]

You are- You're making me- [ She gasps, gripping Nami's shoulders as she's left shaking and unsteady with the force of it, her tilted back against the surface of the mattress as she cries out. ] I'm coming-

[ All said in a breathless rush, right before she starts crying out the other woman's name this time, losing herself utterly as her senses become awash with heat and pleasure. Her eyes are half-lidded, her expression that of a person so completely fucked out that she can barely register anything else. She knows that Nami's fake cock is soaked with her, that the sheets underneath her on this unfamiliar bed are too by now. Leave it to Nami to have her make such a mess. ]

[ Ever the cool one, Nami's made an admirable showing of keeping it mostly together during the times the casino seems most intent on pressing hers and everybody else's buttons as hard as it can, but this – Mitsuru pressed back against the bed as Nami rocks her hips, glaringly aware of the hot clutch of her friend's cunt around the toy Nami relentlessly fucks into her with – it's too much.

Even in the heat of the moment, there's a part of herself Nami manages to keep some loose control over, but she loses that grip now. For perhaps only the second time since her arrival, she's overwhelmed, the vibrator against her clit pushing her over the edge of her own release, sending her plummeting hard and fast, every moan louder and more ragged than the one before it, her head bowing, short tangerine hair clinging to her cheeks, listening, feeling, Mitsuru as she comes, quickly deciding it's the most beautiful thing she's seen in a long time. ]

Fuck.

[ Still trembling as she rests her head against a soft, flushed shoulder, Nami's hips give an involuntary rock, as the toy between her legs makes her moan softly. ]

You…

[ A breathless, abnormally needy whimper stops her. ]

Turn it off, Mitsuru please–

[ Nami shudders, the vibrator still going hard against her overly sensitive clit, making it impossible for the last waves of her climax to ebb off completely. ]

[ It's a small wonder that Mitsuru remains lucid enough to grab the remote, still breathless with pleasure as she seizes it and presses the off button. She can't resist wrapping her arms tight around Nami then, pulling her down for a kiss that is treacherously tender, murmuring against her lips with a smile, ]

You look so good like this... I love the way you looked just now.

[ Blissed out, utterly wrecked with orgasm... take your pick. Mitsuru has never seen her fellow redhead quite so flustered and wiped and she can't claim that doesn't like what she sees. She'd never heard her make such needy sounds either, something else she likes. It's beautiful - and utterly alluring, leaving her feeling as though she's been treated to something that few would see or hear from Nami.

She reaches to brush a little of the other woman's tangerine hued hair away from her face, pressing yet another kiss to her mouth. ]

[ Still trembling when Mitsuru pulls her down for a kiss, Nami shifts her weight, settling partly against the other woman's body, as she lets herself get caught up in the breathless gentleness Mitsuru's mouth meets hers with, normally nimble hands almost shaky when one reaches up to cradle the side of the darker-haired woman's face, the unmistakable sensation of the smile Mitsuru hides against her mouth only serving to make her heart beat faster.

Nami will count it as a blessing that she's already flushed, it makes it hard to tell that she's gone faintly redder in the wake of Mitsuru's words, her grin dreamy and lopsided as it lights up her face, as drunken-seeming as the way she shakes her head. ]

Me? Look who's talking.

[ Still struggling to get her heartbeat under control, Nami pulls back from that kiss, half-lidded eyes sweeping over Mitsuru's face before she ducks her head and buries her face against the curve of the younger woman's neck. ]

I'm glad I found you.

[ I'm glad I found you.

Is Nami trying to make Mitsuru blush redder than she has all evening? She's actually glad that she had attended this ridiculous mixer event now and that is really saying something...

It takes her a moment to compose herself enough to gather her thoughts and respond, sighing deeply as Nami buries her face against her. She keeps her arms wrapped tight around the other woman as she murmurs, ]

Likewise.

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