[ the only sign of mei reacting to seven's words (and coming down off of, really a pretty impressive orgasm) is another singular shudder. with their infrequency, it might just come off that she's not feeling well, when in reality it's completely and utterly the opposite. mei has a feeling that she might just fall over if she stands up at the moment, and she takes a shaky breath out into the space of her arms, keeping her shoulders hunched up near her ears as she relocates herself back on earth with the comforting words.
the last bit of masa's debrief finishes up, and mei hears the sound of chairs pushing out. this should be the end of it, but she doesn't want to pick her head up and face masa. hopefully one of her two boys here will make some sort of excuse about her not feeling well.
until then, her head tilts just a little into the back of seven's other hand, letting him know she's at least Alive, though she doesn't really feel like it. jesus. she knew this thing was going to be powerful, but it definitely blew her away--though at least half of that was the situation.
and though the edge is off, the anticipation of seven's words from before is palpable. god. she wants to get down to his office, too. ]
[ Seven leans in and kisses the top of Mei's head when she tilts back into him, just that bit, a reassuring gesture for her as well as fierce affection. He mostly ignores the fact that Masa is talking at them, since Miyuki is right there. Trust Kazuya to smooth things over - he does, mentions Mei coming into their connected office(s) not looking that hot this morning - and get them out of trouble when they're caught up in each other.
They have other things to be doing, anyways. Like each other.
Biting his lip, he thumbs behind Mei's ear, dropping his cheek down on the table next to her as he waits her out. He could scoop her up, but he's also trying to ignore just how hard he is in his jeans. The benefit to his wardrobe choices is the fact that his casual clothes, when he's not in a mood to care, are usually pretty loose on his frame.
He won't be boner walking out of the conference room quite so obviously. Hallelujah, and seven Hail Maries for their exhibitionism. ]
[ mei's dead quiet for a moment, keeping her head buried in her arms as she gets her wits about her--but also because she's listening for masa-san's heavy footsteps. she knows him well enough that if she stays quiet enough, she'll hear him leave--and sure enough, with some conversation she can't necessarily hear, she hears the door open and the heavier footfalls track off into the hallway.
she's quiet only until the door closes. mei has a feeling kazuya's still around--probably entrusted to keep them from repurposing this office room or something else they'd never do, if only because mei knows way better spots than a conference table, i.e., seven's amazing office in the bowels of the building.
and she doesn't really care if kazuya hears them, anyway, because if he joins them later, she won't be opposed. rather, she unwinds herself a little and buries her fingers in seven's hoodie to yank him closer. ] If you don't get downstairs and fuck me and get this thing out, I'm going to lose it.
[ it's not all that threatening considering it's still carrying the edge of arousal, but...nonetheless. ]
[ Considering the fact that Miyuki doesn't trust either of them, but wants to make sure Mei can at least walk somewhat, yeah. Also, he wants to make fun of them, so he wants to see them do their respective waddles down to where Seven's office is tucked away from everyone else, servers and mainframes kept cool and information secret, and their activities a little less so.
Seven isn't paying attention to anything but Mei right now, and the wheels of his chair give no protest as she tugs him forward. His pupils dilate again in response, and the grin he answers her with is wild, delighted, and hungry in spades. ]
In that order? [ He has to be a little cheeky, tucking his phone into a pocket so that he can free up his hand to run it up her thigh and into her skirt. Just a little further up, and his fingers brush her ruined panties, wet and perfect. If he had the power to tease her, he would. But after that, he really, really doesn't.
So he lunges in to kiss her, getting himself up out of his chair in the same motion. A sort of okay, let's go, because fuck. ]
Fuck you. [ mei mutters, because she's too discombobulated to get any proper phrasing or grammar out right now--ever the pottymouth, too, she grumbles about it as she pushes herself a little away from the table. it's right in time for seven to earn an overstimulated shiver from her when his hands touch her underwear like that, and she pushes herself up to her feet a little slower than seven after the kiss.
the kiss itself is sweet, and normally she'd be cheerful with that, a little happy and warm and embarrassed, but instead, it's just a promise of what's coming. mei wants out of this conference room and to the elevators downstairs immediately. she gives kazuya a look when she stands up proper, one that speaks a thousand more words than her mouth actually could, and grabs onto seven's arm, digging her fingers in a little.
if she has to act like she's sick, she can totally act like she's sick. it helps that her legs are still a little jello, and though she leans into him heavily, mei's hand shoots down to grope him, not so inconspiciously as she rubs her palm into the crotch of his pants. she is going to get her revenge... once she feels like she can walk straight, jesus. ]
[ Seven, delighted as he is, doesn't mind Mei holding onto him. Or, really, anything she does, considering his hips arch forward the second that he feels her palm against him. He's weak as all hell to her, and especially now, when he just wants them to be alone. They can share with Kazuya later.
Who, while he laughs, also holds his hands up and makes sure the door stays open for them so they can make a beeline over to the elevators. There's no hand to help them, but considering where Seven's hands keep wanting to go... ]
Just a quick ride down ~ [ He chirps, shifting his arm just enough that he can slide his hand down her spine to grab her ass, middle finger pressing in to follow the shape of her. It's not enough that he can apply pressure directly where the egg is, but at least it's another point added onto the promise of what they're going to do.
She can get whatever kind of revenge she wants on him, and he'd love each and every second of it. ]
[ seven's grabby hands aren't at all unwelcome. mei doesn't mind, arching back into his fingers as if she could make him push against the toy still lodged in her, off but no less feeling with every movement she makes. she wants it out, wants to replace it with something else entirely.
this goddamn elevator could not go any slower.
mei leans into him a little heavier, puts her fingers on his shoulder, and pushes herself up a little to murmur in his ear. ] The ride you're about to go on isn't even close to quick.
[ she's thinking a lot about the couch in his office, to be honest. when the elevator door opens, mei practically shoves him inside and dives in after him, her hands slamming on either side of his ribcage on the wall so she can tilt up and kiss him properly, full of vigor and energy now that no one can see them. ]
[ As if that's even a little ominous to him. Choi Saeran is a mix of a sadist and a masochist, full stop, so he feels a thrill go up his spine in response to the words pressed up against his ear. This elevator ride is the worst thing that could ever happen right now, honestly.
But it's fine.
Because there'll be an elevator ride down to enjoy, as his back hits the wall and his pupils dilate further, the gold of his eyes only a thin ring now as he grins something wild down at her until she kisses him. They close, and that's when he actually cups his hand around the curve of her ass, fingers teasing in between her thighs to find where she's still sensitive, and where that egg's chord nestles just in the line of her panties, wet as they are.
... his other hand fumbles, as he kisses her back, open and wet, so that he can jam his thumb into the button for the basement floor. No one else is going to get on this elevator, if he can help it. ]
[ that's just fine. a thrill is exactly what she's going for. mei loves the wild look in seven's darkened eyes, can't really get enough of his grin; it's one of the reasons why she kisses him. she wants to swallow that flame up whole, wants to make seven feel as good as he made her feel--as he's doing right now.
she makes a muffled noise into his mouth when his fingers dip in, still a little oversensitive, but it's not a bad feeling. it's kind of nice, actually, and she pushes one heel out across the elevator floor a little to get better grip, then rolls her hips forward against him. the added friction from the toy might just drive her crazy already, and she catches his lower lip between his teeth and tugs, kisses him again, breathless, hot-- ] I'm gonna drive you crazy, just so you feel what it's like-- [ another kiss, deeper, breaking away only because she has to keep talking-- ] --so every time you get close I'm just gonna take it away from you.
[ another kiss, a little devilish. the elevator slides down to the basement level, and when the door opens she pushes off of him, if only to grab his shirt and drag him out to his office. yeah, ok. she's a little thirsty for her husband. whatever. ]
[ Everything about Mei is a storm, some days, but Seven has learned how to survive it to a point. She leaves him drowning and dragged down, with so much desire in him that he feels like he could throw himself into her and live in her embrace and want nothing else.
He keeps his thumb in the button, index on the close door one, hoping against all odds that it means that they won't be interrupted as Mei keeps kissing him. Keeps touching him, keeps rocking her body against his. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. If he could cross himself right now, he would. ]
Baby, you gotta know - [ Just like her, he goes to return the kiss, even as the elevator dings to indicate it's reached the so-called dungeons. It's only then that Seven lets go of the buttons, stumbling after her. But as he does, he pulls away from the kiss to trail a line of open-mouthed ones along the line of her jaw. It's all so he can speak against the shell of her ear. ] You always drive me crazy. Just looking at you, just hearing your voice, it leaves me wild -
[ mei sounds downright smug as seven starts kissing at her jaw, into her ear, tilting her head back into his kisses and finding the computer desk. she turns around so there's zero space between them, delighted as she rolls her hips up into his again, again, rocking the toy with each movement. ]
Good. [ she purrs, in fact, because that's exactly what she wants. she's narumiya goddamn mei, she's a queen and a knockout and should always be treated as such.
mei's delicate fingers come up to rest on his chest, and she gives him a push backwards towards his computer chair, pretty much immediately coming up to climb into his lap. ] Take this thing out of me and don't touch me otherwise.You're going to regret it if you disobey. [ ♥ ]
[ Since day one, Saeyoung has had every intention of treating her like a queen. The big thing there was always the unspoken "but," the horrible thing that hovered over their heads for so long, her mission and the end game that thankfully never came.
Instead, there were wedding bells and the pitter patter of tiny little feet, a life that neither of them anticipated. Especially given the bumps as they were relearning one another, thankfully long since discarded and forgotten in the way that Mei rocks her hips up against him. The friction is so good, so perfect, and he falls back into his chair the second she pushes him back into it, unable to say a single thing remotely resembling no to this woman.
His hands would go to her hips, but then she threatens - no, promises - him. So, instead, his hand slides between her thighs, pulling her panties to the side so he can curl his fingers into her to tease the toy. If she tries to scold him, Seven will absolutely say he's just trying to get the chord. ] I'd never regret a single thing with you.
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the last bit of masa's debrief finishes up, and mei hears the sound of chairs pushing out. this should be the end of it, but she doesn't want to pick her head up and face masa. hopefully one of her two boys here will make some sort of excuse about her not feeling well.
until then, her head tilts just a little into the back of seven's other hand, letting him know she's at least Alive, though she doesn't really feel like it. jesus. she knew this thing was going to be powerful, but it definitely blew her away--though at least half of that was the situation.
and though the edge is off, the anticipation of seven's words from before is palpable. god. she wants to get down to his office, too. ]
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They have other things to be doing, anyways. Like each other.
Biting his lip, he thumbs behind Mei's ear, dropping his cheek down on the table next to her as he waits her out. He could scoop her up, but he's also trying to ignore just how hard he is in his jeans. The benefit to his wardrobe choices is the fact that his casual clothes, when he's not in a mood to care, are usually pretty loose on his frame.
He won't be boner walking out of the conference room quite so obviously. Hallelujah, and seven Hail Maries for their exhibitionism. ]
You good, mama?
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she's quiet only until the door closes. mei has a feeling kazuya's still around--probably entrusted to keep them from repurposing this office room or something else they'd never do, if only because mei knows way better spots than a conference table, i.e., seven's amazing office in the bowels of the building.
and she doesn't really care if kazuya hears them, anyway, because if he joins them later, she won't be opposed. rather, she unwinds herself a little and buries her fingers in seven's hoodie to yank him closer. ] If you don't get downstairs and fuck me and get this thing out, I'm going to lose it.
[ it's not all that threatening considering it's still carrying the edge of arousal, but...nonetheless. ]
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Seven isn't paying attention to anything but Mei right now, and the wheels of his chair give no protest as she tugs him forward. His pupils dilate again in response, and the grin he answers her with is wild, delighted, and hungry in spades. ]
In that order? [ He has to be a little cheeky, tucking his phone into a pocket so that he can free up his hand to run it up her thigh and into her skirt. Just a little further up, and his fingers brush her ruined panties, wet and perfect. If he had the power to tease her, he would. But after that, he really, really doesn't.
So he lunges in to kiss her, getting himself up out of his chair in the same motion. A sort of okay, let's go, because fuck. ]
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the kiss itself is sweet, and normally she'd be cheerful with that, a little happy and warm and embarrassed, but instead, it's just a promise of what's coming. mei wants out of this conference room and to the elevators downstairs immediately. she gives kazuya a look when she stands up proper, one that speaks a thousand more words than her mouth actually could, and grabs onto seven's arm, digging her fingers in a little.
if she has to act like she's sick, she can totally act like she's sick. it helps that her legs are still a little jello, and though she leans into him heavily, mei's hand shoots down to grope him, not so inconspiciously as she rubs her palm into the crotch of his pants. she is going to get her revenge... once she feels like she can walk straight, jesus. ]
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Who, while he laughs, also holds his hands up and makes sure the door stays open for them so they can make a beeline over to the elevators. There's no hand to help them, but considering where Seven's hands keep wanting to go... ]
Just a quick ride down ~ [ He chirps, shifting his arm just enough that he can slide his hand down her spine to grab her ass, middle finger pressing in to follow the shape of her. It's not enough that he can apply pressure directly where the egg is, but at least it's another point added onto the promise of what they're going to do.
She can get whatever kind of revenge she wants on him, and he'd love each and every second of it. ]
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this goddamn elevator could not go any slower.
mei leans into him a little heavier, puts her fingers on his shoulder, and pushes herself up a little to murmur in his ear. ] The ride you're about to go on isn't even close to quick.
[ she's thinking a lot about the couch in his office, to be honest. when the elevator door opens, mei practically shoves him inside and dives in after him, her hands slamming on either side of his ribcage on the wall so she can tilt up and kiss him properly, full of vigor and energy now that no one can see them. ]
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But it's fine.
Because there'll be an elevator ride down to enjoy, as his back hits the wall and his pupils dilate further, the gold of his eyes only a thin ring now as he grins something wild down at her until she kisses him. They close, and that's when he actually cups his hand around the curve of her ass, fingers teasing in between her thighs to find where she's still sensitive, and where that egg's chord nestles just in the line of her panties, wet as they are.
... his other hand fumbles, as he kisses her back, open and wet, so that he can jam his thumb into the button for the basement floor. No one else is going to get on this elevator, if he can help it. ]
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she makes a muffled noise into his mouth when his fingers dip in, still a little oversensitive, but it's not a bad feeling. it's kind of nice, actually, and she pushes one heel out across the elevator floor a little to get better grip, then rolls her hips forward against him. the added friction from the toy might just drive her crazy already, and she catches his lower lip between his teeth and tugs, kisses him again, breathless, hot-- ] I'm gonna drive you crazy, just so you feel what it's like-- [ another kiss, deeper, breaking away only because she has to keep talking-- ] --so every time you get close I'm just gonna take it away from you.
[ another kiss, a little devilish. the elevator slides down to the basement level, and when the door opens she pushes off of him, if only to grab his shirt and drag him out to his office. yeah, ok. she's a little thirsty for her husband. whatever. ]
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He keeps his thumb in the button, index on the close door one, hoping against all odds that it means that they won't be interrupted as Mei keeps kissing him. Keeps touching him, keeps rocking her body against his. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. If he could cross himself right now, he would. ]
Baby, you gotta know - [ Just like her, he goes to return the kiss, even as the elevator dings to indicate it's reached the so-called dungeons. It's only then that Seven lets go of the buttons, stumbling after her. But as he does, he pulls away from the kiss to trail a line of open-mouthed ones along the line of her jaw. It's all so he can speak against the shell of her ear. ] You always drive me crazy. Just looking at you, just hearing your voice, it leaves me wild -
[ She's not the only thirsty one. ]
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Good. [ she purrs, in fact, because that's exactly what she wants. she's narumiya goddamn mei, she's a queen and a knockout and should always be treated as such.
mei's delicate fingers come up to rest on his chest, and she gives him a push backwards towards his computer chair, pretty much immediately coming up to climb into his lap. ] Take this thing out of me and don't touch me otherwise.You're going to regret it if you disobey. [ ♥ ]
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Instead, there were wedding bells and the pitter patter of tiny little feet, a life that neither of them anticipated. Especially given the bumps as they were relearning one another, thankfully long since discarded and forgotten in the way that Mei rocks her hips up against him. The friction is so good, so perfect, and he falls back into his chair the second she pushes him back into it, unable to say a single thing remotely resembling no to this woman.
His hands would go to her hips, but then she threatens - no, promises - him. So, instead, his hand slides between her thighs, pulling her panties to the side so he can curl his fingers into her to tease the toy. If she tries to scold him, Seven will absolutely say he's just trying to get the chord. ] I'd never regret a single thing with you.