icarusalsoflew | 003. and in every raindrop... // open post.

[It isn't hurting her, he's mostly hurting himself by running himself dry without any reasonable cause. At most, she's just a little mad over being neglected -- not just her, alright, but Josh and Naoki too! -- and isn't that the whole point of having more than one person to love? Not feeling alone?

Welp.

That victory sure doesn't taste sweet at all.] Okay.

[And now it tastes awkward. Like the silence that stretches. Gingerly, she places the big book on his desk, closed, gaze down.]

So - uhm - have you eaten today?

No, not yet.

[ Another smile in her direction, brief ~~a little brittle, anxious?~~ and quiet, before he's back to arranging his desk.

(He should have known better. These past two years have made them each intimately aware of everything they could possibly know about each other, right down to the words and stories that were often left unsaid, untold.) ]

Have you? Because I make something.

[ Normally he'd add we can eat together. But he's in the initial stages of Hikaru Shinta Modus Operandi "I Think I've Fucked Up With Somebody Who Matters, Time to Do All the Things For Them then Remove Myself from their Presence". ]

[She's familiar with that one. He should also be familiar with her own; he hasn't really won her rage with this, just a momentary little scolding that probably escalated because of her own mixed feeling regarding workaholics.

But she's cooling down, whereas he just gets distant in a different way.

She lets out a little sigh, and walks up to stand beside him, reaching out to cup his cheek and turn his head so she can drop a faint kiss on his lips. There, forgiven.

She pulls away.] How about takeout instead?

[ The relief he feels over all of that leaves him giddy. He also doesn't bother hiding it. ]

Sure. You pick.

[ That smile of his is looking significantly brighter now. ]

I do solemnly swear to be at your disposal - and Josh's, and Naoki's - for the rest of the day.

[ Will that do? ]

[That's more like it. And look, listen -- there's even a little joke: she shrugs and waves dismissively.] Well, you know, I don't care about Naoki's disposal very much.

[Oh, the cat knows.]

But he cares very much about yours.

[ Witness the great Blade King of the Fifth World fuss over the furrball, who is now wandering over and purring with enough force to rival a small airplane engine. ]

[It's very easy to forget the weight that hangs on Hikaru's shoulders when he slips into being such a cute goober. She rolls her eyes and huffs, now competing with the cat again. She'll get you, Naoki.

She finishes up setting his desk in order before pushing him away from it with a gentle guiding hand between his shoulderblades.]

He cares to make me huffy is what he cares - oh, much like his big human friend.

Can't imagine where he got that from.

[ Yes, yes, he is going to stop now. In fact, here he is, turning around and wrapping his arms around your waist.

Have a kiss on the forehead. ]

Hi.

[ Surely that is better than how he greeted you earlier? ]

[That's all nice and sweet and tender and parternalistic, but he should know she wants more. She nuzzles his chin with her nose, and presses a kiss just under his chin while climbing up.

It's his mouth she's after now, and when he provides a proper kiss maybe she'll change her mind about being upset over her receival.]

[ Come, love, you do know that he likes to be careful.

...Most of the time, which is no longer now. He's turning his face to let his lips meet hers properly, and drawing her in a little closer.

Better? ]

[A third better. A smile flickers on her lips just before he meets hers with a kiss, there and gone in a second. She reaches up and curls one hand over the nape of his neck - drawing him down closer - and settling the other hand on the curve between his neck and his shoulder, under the open collar of his shirt. Her thumb sweeps over his collarbone as her tongue sweeps along his lower lip.

A third and a little bit better.]

[ And it's only fair for him to let his hands wander, right? Since yours are. So you'll have to excuse him for settling one hand against the small of your back, and letting the other drift down along the curve of one of your perfect butt cheeks.

He'll respond in kind by humming in satisfaction and then kissing you again, this time with a bit more force. He loves the way you taste: he's told you as much while you were both in other, more compromising situations in the past. ]

[Smoker or not, the truth is that he's incredibly easy to kiss. She doesn't taste the remnants of smoke on his tongue, she tastes him and as a result it awakens a state of arousal that starts with a little fire in the pit of her stomach. Carries on, with her nails digging into the nape of his neck, when he squeezes her butt, and the attempt to raise herself up on her toes to get closer.

Of course, for her wishes of being pressed along his body everywhere right now, the height difference between them is an obstacle. So it ends in a grunt.]

[ A soft laugh from this one, and then he's shifting his grip to hook both of his hands just under your ass, on the rather obvious pretense of lifting you up and depositing you on his desk - if you'll let him, of course.

If not, well. Either way, he's not going to stop kissing you. His tongue is wicked clever, and rather familiar with the best way to explore your mouth. ]

[Absolutely allowed; actually, she takes a leading leap too, a milisecond before he lifts her. Not that he needs the help, she's long since learnt to trust that he can carry her like she's weightless -- he and Josh both, sometimes they make her feel small, and then very worshipped -- but she does it out of her own enthusiasm.

As soon as she's on the desk, she wraps her legs loosely around him, and tugs him closer both with her roaming hands on his shirt and with her teeth catching at his bottom lip.]

[ Peering at her with an intensity that betrays his need, even if the rest of his movements are far more deliberate: one hand sliding against the desk to bring his body forward, the angle of his lips as he kisses the corner of her mouth, and his other hand slipping between their bodies, settling right on the spot where her thigh starts bleeding into her hip. ]

Josh might be cross with us later.

[ Calm and unaffected, as he's nudging her chin up with his mouth. He wants to nip at the delicate skin of her neck. ]

[She's leaning back and brings one hand behind her for balance, knocking the thick book she stole from him only moments before clean off the desk. There's a little sheepish flinch, when it falls with a loud thud. They both used to shock through their intensity, her lovely men. Leaving her breathless from trying to catch up. Nowadays, she gets a pout on her lips if they don't, apparently, and here they are now.

She's not pouting anymore, but groaning softly and letting her head tip backwards for his mouth to reach lower. Always with the soft spots on her neck, going in straight for the kill. Like he doesn't know that once you get necking on Mae, sex is definitely probably going to happen.

But, Josh.]

Mmm, might be. [She's not monopolizing Hikaru any more than she sometimes monopolizes Josh, and maybe that's why it surprisingly works. Besides which, by his tone and the continuity of his actions, she knows Hikaru's not scared about that. Which means something else.

She bites her lip, and into his hair she murmurs,] Might even spank me for starting without him.

He does like to do that. Spanking, I mean.

[ There is a story behind that. It involves a rather interesting night at the Elysium, and a total denial of Feelings.

Anyway, he's sucking a bit more at your neck before murmuring, with mock thoughtfulness: ]

My favored method of punishment is rather different.

[ Also one that he's yet to try on you, even if you've heard plenty about it. What's a kinky Japanese man to do, after all, without shibari? ]

[You know, it's really hard to be a smartass when your breathing turns shallow and excited, and you're curling your fingers into a fist on the desk because that suck was so good. So good, she could've sworn she felt it right between her legs. It's hard, he makes life difficult for her.] Yeah, what's that? Holding me down for it and pretending like you had no part in my schemes?

[Because, sorry, but who has their hand close to between her legs now, and who's squirming at whose mercy? She wonders.

She also wonders at that other thing. So maybe he'll tell her, his method.]

Depositing you on my bed, stripping you naked, tying you up with pretty red rope, and spreading you wide for my fiance.

[ Saying that almost sweetly, as the hand he has on your thigh shifts down, slipping a little deeper between your legs. Yes, that would be his finger tracing the lips of your cunt from over the cloth of your underwear. ]

I've always wanted to make you a work of art.

[ Now you've given him the perfect opportunity. ]

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[The little inhale she takes when he touches her, however lightly, is already shuddery in its sound, like she's already battling with a needy moan. What comes out instead is a laugh, sharp and fast.]

Aren't I already one? [Mae, please.

But oh, oh the image it paints in her head. The look on Josh's face, the rough friction of rope against skin, that's... It's not like they haven't been adventurous as fuck. It's not as if they both aren't responsible for restructuring Mae's kinks and giving her new ones altogether. It's not like they can't keep doing it; she's open, and she trusts.]

What do you think he'd do? When he finds me like that? [When, not if. Signed the deal already, see.]

[ Flashing you a crooked smile, like he isn't busy feeling you up at all. ]

I suppose you're going to have to lie back, wait and see.

[ Surprises are fun, aren't they? ]

[That's the idea, isn't it? She bites her lip -- it's for show, since her mind is already made up about this -- and gives it a moment.]

Okay. [Lower.] But give me something.

[ First: an almost chaste kiss on your lips, topped off with the tiniest nip at your bottom lip.

Then: ]

He'll fuck you well and good. That's for sure.

[ And he'll let this one join, which suits him fine. How long he'll spend teasing you before he DOES, however, is up to question. ]

Can I drag you to bed now?

[Nooo, she meant give me something more, to keep her on the edge; actually, the thought that comes with that promise is enough. It's a twist in her stomahc strong enough that it makes her curl her toes inside her shoes and gasp, aroused already.

If this were at all a game, Mae'd have lost.] Yes, drag me to bed now.

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