[ A soft laugh puffs out of her, right against Mei's pale skin, but Kazuha just keeps moving down. She has to slide down, where she's nestled in between even softer thighs, but it's fine, she wants to be there, wants to make a home there. But, fine, if Mei wants her to put her money where her mouth is...
She slides her hands along again, tracing out the lace of that cute underwear, up and up, until she takes palmfuls of her chest on both sides, thumbs seeking out and circling her nipples. As much as she wants her to keep the jacket, she also really wants to take all this lace off and get a better look at her without anything between them.
[ oh, that's just fine. this touch gets a softer noise out of mei; her eyes flutter shut and her brows furrow just a little bit as she arches up into her fingers. truth be told, mei doesn't doubt kazuha even for a second. it's kazuha, after all. she's mei's favorite person for a reason.
lucky for her, too, the cute lacy bra is a front clasp, so her dreams may yet become possible. for now, mei arches up against the solid feeling of kazuha's stomach--it's not as good as the hot friction of before but it still feels nice. she lets her hands wander up as much as they can, just slightly restrained by the placement of the varsity jacket, and gets a hold of kazuha's hair, fingers curling in to the strands there to physically give her approval with a light tug. ]
[ A soft, throaty noise escapes her, entirely intentionally, when Mei tugs her hair. Kazuha has liked it with other girls, so it's no surprise she likes it here, too, but she has a job to do. When she sees the front clasp - hallelujah - she drags her hands in. Mei doesn't have a lot of cleavage, so she relies on pushup bras and padding a lot of the time, but the movement definitely gives it to her, and lets her loosen the clasp so she can undo it with a little teasing added to it.
And then it's all downhill from there.
She rolls her body down, another sinuous movement, to meet the way Mei arches against her stomach, but her attention is divided. Because the moment she gets her bra open, she dips in, dragging the flat of her tongue against the bud of a nipple where she's already rubbed lace against it. ]
[ ohhh, that's nice. being exposed gets a little shiver out of mei, body reacting to the cold and the stimulation of her nerves against kazuha's mouth. her tongue's warm and wet, and it sends a jolt of heat into her veins; mei's fingers curl approvingly in her hair.
she definitely caught that noise. she could tell it was on purpose, but mei doesn't care--she wants more of them, something to file away for later. for now, she'll focus on the hot, perfect pressure of kazuha's mouth on her, sighing contentedly as she arches up into her.
there aren't really any nerves or anything like that, at least not with this. it feels good, and she's just fine with being exposed. especially with kazuha, who seems to be pretty skilled with someone's body. ♥ ]
[ The only reason that Kazuha's really skilled like this is... well, because she was filling in for where she couldn't have Mei. After all, she has football for brains otherwise, and it's just been conquests and trying to rile Mei up with the fact she was sleeping with her cheerleader friends sometimes. Even opposing teams' cheerleaders and managers, when she could swing it.
Now, though, it's just Mei. It's finally happening, and by god is she going to make sure she never looks back at the boyfriends she fucked with anything but amusement.
So she follows up the drag of tongue with her mouth, wet and open, her teeth scraping against skin just outside the space of her nipple. Because she's absolutely, positively, definitely going to leave a mark right there, where she'll feel it with every brush of fabric when she's not so exposed. ]
[ this is already a vast improvement. mei's had a few boyfriends, has been active with many of them, and while she demands some form of attention, boys will be boys. especially high school boys, who think with their dicks and nothing else. she's already being lavished on more than she ever had with any boy, so, really, there's no complaints here.
being with kazuha is nice. mei likes it, the intimacy and the warmth, the familiarity of this girl she's known her whole life. that plus her skills means that it's been a good experience, and it's only enhanced by the placement of her mouth.
mei recognizes that bite for what it is--a hickey. it delights her, sends heat to her gut, and she gives a tight, approving squeeze of her hair. but of course, because mei is mei, she has to make things more difficult, so she tilts up just a little to hum in her ear. ] If you keep this up, I'm going to ruin these underwear.
[ Mei hums in her ear, and Kazuha makes a soft noise back, absentminded almost, before just - popping off of her with a wet, loud sound, more than it needs to be. With enough of a mark left behind to satisfy her, she meets Mei's gaze easily, the amber brown of her eyes darkened as she considers her, mouth wet and curled up at the corners. ]
Good. [ And that's that, that's all she has to say, as she goes to press a soft bite into the swell of her other breast. At the same time, her thumb brushes over where she's left the first hickey, teasing where everything is sensitive.
Her hands stay where they are, rubbing against skin and lace alike, when she draws down to continue her path. Because she has things to be doing, and the way she's going should make it perfectly obvious what she's planning on, now. ]
[ a guy would've probably just fallen right over to that. mei always liked boys because they were easy, could wind them around her pinky finger without any effort at all, but kazuha's on a mission here and it's...kind of nice. normally, she'd complain, but she kind of likes that they're taking it easy. nice and slow.
still, with a huff, she allows her to continue, rolling her eyes as if to say fine, you win. besides, it feels good, the pressure nice and prickly and familiar, and mei cracks open an eye to watch her make her way down the bed. it ends up putting a crooked smirk on her face, delighted, and she draws her knees up a little to make it easier for her, lifting her own hands to cover kazuha's on her breast and push them just a little over, keeping their hands together and making a satisfied, pitchy "mmmnh" noise, as she lets kazuha shift and get comfortable. ]
[ A part of her thinks that maybe, probably, she would still do this if she were a guy. She'd like to think so, anyways, since Mei is Mei, and she has to wonder if she'd feel the same way for her as she does now. But Kazuha tosses that thought out for this. The way that Mei's hands cover hers. She gives a small squeeze in response, but stretches so that her arms are up and she can keep them there.
She has her mouth, after all.
Settling on her own stomach, nestled in Mei's legs, she's quietly thankful for her flexibility, even if it's not as much as a cheerleaders. She's got a great throwing arm, and she's had to stretch it to keep it that way. So. As she gets comfortable, she takes the flat of her tongue again, this time following the heat between Mei's thighs, dragging right across the material of her panties first. Enough to press in, seeking friction right near her clit. ]
[ yes, that'll just fine. kazuha's hands are bigger than hers, fingers longer, and her palms are calloused and warm. it feels nice even just on her bare skin, let alone the more sensitive area of her nipple, so kazuha gets a soft noise out of her with the stretch of her arms. it's a little bit of a show, a planned one, but--
well, when she drops between her legs, all bets in that particular case are off. there's pressure with the way her tongue presses up across the fabric of her panties, almost immediately sending a jolt of heat up her spine. the noise mei makes in response is a little more organic, startled as one of the hands over hers shoots down to curl up in kazuha's hair instead, as if she could just hold her there. ]
Hngh-- [ she manages, about to start some sort of a comment, or a noise, but. goddamn. ]
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She slides her hands along again, tracing out the lace of that cute underwear, up and up, until she takes palmfuls of her chest on both sides, thumbs seeking out and circling her nipples. As much as she wants her to keep the jacket, she also really wants to take all this lace off and get a better look at her without anything between them.
It's a conundrum. ]
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lucky for her, too, the cute lacy bra is a front clasp, so her dreams may yet become possible. for now, mei arches up against the solid feeling of kazuha's stomach--it's not as good as the hot friction of before but it still feels nice. she lets her hands wander up as much as they can, just slightly restrained by the placement of the varsity jacket, and gets a hold of kazuha's hair, fingers curling in to the strands there to physically give her approval with a light tug. ]
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And then it's all downhill from there.
She rolls her body down, another sinuous movement, to meet the way Mei arches against her stomach, but her attention is divided. Because the moment she gets her bra open, she dips in, dragging the flat of her tongue against the bud of a nipple where she's already rubbed lace against it. ]
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she definitely caught that noise. she could tell it was on purpose, but mei doesn't care--she wants more of them, something to file away for later. for now, she'll focus on the hot, perfect pressure of kazuha's mouth on her, sighing contentedly as she arches up into her.
there aren't really any nerves or anything like that, at least not with this. it feels good, and she's just fine with being exposed. especially with kazuha, who seems to be pretty skilled with someone's body. ♥ ]
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Now, though, it's just Mei. It's finally happening, and by god is she going to make sure she never looks back at the boyfriends she fucked with anything but amusement.
So she follows up the drag of tongue with her mouth, wet and open, her teeth scraping against skin just outside the space of her nipple. Because she's absolutely, positively, definitely going to leave a mark right there, where she'll feel it with every brush of fabric when she's not so exposed. ]
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being with kazuha is nice. mei likes it, the intimacy and the warmth, the familiarity of this girl she's known her whole life. that plus her skills means that it's been a good experience, and it's only enhanced by the placement of her mouth.
mei recognizes that bite for what it is--a hickey. it delights her, sends heat to her gut, and she gives a tight, approving squeeze of her hair. but of course, because mei is mei, she has to make things more difficult, so she tilts up just a little to hum in her ear. ] If you keep this up, I'm going to ruin these underwear.
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Good. [ And that's that, that's all she has to say, as she goes to press a soft bite into the swell of her other breast. At the same time, her thumb brushes over where she's left the first hickey, teasing where everything is sensitive.
Her hands stay where they are, rubbing against skin and lace alike, when she draws down to continue her path. Because she has things to be doing, and the way she's going should make it perfectly obvious what she's planning on, now. ]
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still, with a huff, she allows her to continue, rolling her eyes as if to say fine, you win. besides, it feels good, the pressure nice and prickly and familiar, and mei cracks open an eye to watch her make her way down the bed. it ends up putting a crooked smirk on her face, delighted, and she draws her knees up a little to make it easier for her, lifting her own hands to cover kazuha's on her breast and push them just a little over, keeping their hands together and making a satisfied, pitchy "mmmnh" noise, as she lets kazuha shift and get comfortable. ]
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She has her mouth, after all.
Settling on her own stomach, nestled in Mei's legs, she's quietly thankful for her flexibility, even if it's not as much as a cheerleaders. She's got a great throwing arm, and she's had to stretch it to keep it that way. So. As she gets comfortable, she takes the flat of her tongue again, this time following the heat between Mei's thighs, dragging right across the material of her panties first. Enough to press in, seeking friction right near her clit. ]
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well, when she drops between her legs, all bets in that particular case are off. there's pressure with the way her tongue presses up across the fabric of her panties, almost immediately sending a jolt of heat up her spine. the noise mei makes in response is a little more organic, startled as one of the hands over hers shoots down to curl up in kazuha's hair instead, as if she could just hold her there. ]
Hngh-- [ she manages, about to start some sort of a comment, or a noise, but. goddamn. ]