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[ how mean.

she doesn't think she's teased this much when she was doing that to her just moments ago, and she doesn't think she's joked with her as much either, so feeling her body get hotter the moment her lips touch somewhere else new, not yet touched, is surely a sight worth seeing in the eyes of the teal above her.

luka squirms, gasps when she feels something against her down there between her legs, and she holds back whatever sounds she's afraid to make. she'll play it cool, like she's been playing this whole time.

she'll play it cool. definitely. ]

E-Everything?

[ luka doesn't stutter, nor is she often in a state of bundled nerves but the look on miku's face mixed with the word "everything" makes her hands find the bed sheets and squeeze. her lips purse into a fine line, hoping not to let anything slip out.

deep breaths, luka. ]

... If that's what... you're going to go with, then.

[ she'll be looking off to the side again, avoiding eye contact ]

[Miku's blushing too, even as she kisses and touches. She's not used to playing the aggressor, not in the least, but... it's worth it to get these reactions from Luka. She looks up at her, takes in every single motion of her face, ever slight shift in expression, and when she looks away Miku reaches up with one hand to tilt her head back.]

Look at me. Please. [She doesn't know if she can keep going like this without Luka's wonderful, wonderful expressions encouraging her. She gives her another kiss on the lips, not soft and quick but deep and long, running her thumb across one of Luka's nipples as she does.

Then she pulls away and gives another smile, somewhere between mischievious and sincere.]

And let it all out. [There's a pause as she starts trailing kisses down her body for the third time, even lifting her arm to get to the underside - yes, there's even a moment where she kisses her armpit, just to see if she can get Luka embarrassed because of it.] Orrrrrr I'll keep teasing like this all night~

[Her face shifts from mischievous to flat, her eyes locked straight on Luka's face and her lips a slight frown.] I mean it. [There's a beat, and she goes right back to smiling, kissing down Luka's body - her sides, the sides of her legs, lifting her hips so she can grope her rear a moment before letting her drop again.]

Seriously, though, I'm not going to judge you. Make some cute faces for me, okay? I want to see them, because they mean I'm doing a good job... you don't have to be cool tonight, okay? You can just be you. I won't tell anybody. [Granted, she says all this in between kisses, so how much of that Luka actually manages to pay attention to is another matter entirely.]

[ when she's forced to make the eye contact, luka gulps, swallows the lump in her throat. miku's more than capable of making her feel good; a mere touch, as proven just a moment ago, is enough to set luka off. it's the look in miku's teal eyes that really get to her, not to mention her pouting face is too cute not to resist.

she squeaks once when she kisses under her arm, then a second time when her hands cope a feel at her rear.

when her body drops back to the bed, it relaxes a bit against her touch, naturally arching when miku's lips meet against her skin ] Okay, [ she whispers ] okay, I... I won't. [ luka offers a small, warm smile into their kiss. is that enough of a white flag waving?

who would've thought miku could get her feeling like this? hot all over, burning in the places her lips have been, and yet there are slight shivers down her spine whenever she doesn't feel her in short, quick, second-long moments. ]

[Miku has a little internal celebration when Luka finally gives in, rewarding her with another grope and another kiss to her armpit. Then she pauses and gives it a long, sensuous lick, lifting her other arm to the same to it. She wants Luka begging to be touched anywhere, everywhere, and then and only then will she actually keep her head between her legs.

As it stands, she just kisses down her stomach again, and when she reaches her legs - this time she actually slips her tongue in, for just a moment, mimicking what Luka had done to her - but then she pulls away again, licking down her legs. Her finger runs along Luka's entrance, slowly, nearly forcing the lips to part but just not being pressed down hard enough to, and then she pulls the hand away and cops yet another feel, watching Luka's face for every single reaction.]

Now, I'm not sure what to do first, so I'll ask again. [She leans in, nips at Luka's neck, probably hard enough to leave a hickey.] ... Where do you want me to touch you?

Nn... [ every time she touches her, luka's breathing gets a little more shallow and a little more frequent. she shifts when she's licked, feeling ticklish at her armpit and almost squirms too much when her rear is touched.

okay, maybe her body is a bit sensitive.

she's near breathlessness, and her eyes shut close as miku lips press against her down there, sucks a breath in but doesn't let it escape until miku's gone back up to meet her eyes with luka's.

not this question again ... and not while she's nipping at hrr neck! this girl knows her weaknesses without realizing it. ]

Like I said -- [ her chest heaves, she breathes deeply now that she has a moment to really... focus on something ] anything is fine. But... with your fingers, down there. [ a side glance; hastily she adds in: ] Don't use your mouth yet...!

[Seeing Luka's chest heave is probably the most intensely fascinating thing she's seen in her entire life. She nips at Luka's neck again to try and replicate it, listening intently as her fingers keep dancing around - her chest and her rear and even between her legs, again brushing against without actually pushing in.]

Why don't you want me to use my mouth? [She grins a little. She's milking everything she can get for absolutely all it's worth, and that includes quickly picking up on the fact that Luka's neck is a weak point. She kisses and bites and sucks desperately at it, focusing all her attention on it, speaking in the moments between kisses.] You tasted sweet. [Maybe that comment will get a deeper blush out of Luka? She hopes so.]

It's just -- [ the biting makes her flinch, but in a good way. it feels good, definitely. the pressure is just right and it's in just the right spot, too. she knows that miku learns fast, but to pick up on things like that so quickly --

she's beginning to become a bit restless. miku's hands don't seem to be, either.

luka mumbles something, it's quiet and incoherent, but she's surely about to lose it if miku doesn't do anything soon ] Because -- [ it's hard to manage a full sentence, especially when there's so much going on that makes her feel slightly dizzy and lightheaded ] Just not yet. Please.

If you put it like that, I almost want to... [She never stops, is the thing. She's still biting, she's still kissing, she's still sucking at Luka's neck and she has absolutely no intention of stopping until she's sure that she's going to wake up tomorrow with a neck that's more bruised than unbruised. Her fingers dance around Luka's entrance, again nearly pushing in, but then she lifts up Luka's hips and gropes at her rear. Again.

She gives it a light smack, very light, just to see what'll happen.]

You sure you can't tell me? I'm really curious. [She won't, since Luka's asked her not to, but maybe she can tease her into admitting why.]

[ no, nuh uh -- even if miku's doing something like this, attacking her weak spot, luka will stand her ground. she'll fight the urge to spill everything, because so far she's been fairly well with keeping to herself (aside from giving in to miku's advances and even telling her what she wanted) and isn't going to let it end there.

if anything, miku will have to fight for it. then again, in this intimate position, she's probably more likely to --

she shakes her head, it's a small movement considering their positions but it's there. ] I won't tell you. [ she sucks in another breath, keeps it there until she lets it out -- almost going to choke on it -- when she feels that smack.

her face flushes, and so her hands come up to her face to hide herself. ] You could just -- you could just go on, and maybe you'll find out. [ maybe being the key words there ]

[Miku likes that reaction very much, especially since it's practically an echo of her own, back when Luka was doing this to her.

So she finally, mercifully leaves Luka's neck, her mission fulfilled and then some - Luka will probably have to wear something around her neck tomorrow, or risk a lot of awkward questions - and then slowly trails kisses down her body again.]

Well, if you insist... It must be a pretty embarrassing reason, though. [Miku normally wouldn't, but she had given her the chance to, told her she could if she wanted to. Her trail of kisses finally ends up between Luka's legs, and this time there's no pulling away. She licks and kisses and sucks, tongue dipping in greedily, and she even gives Luka another smack on the rear, eyes darting up to look at her face.]

I'm doing it. [She points out just for the sake of teasing Luka, and then gets right back to work. Her nose brushing against her every time she leans in closer. She's mimicking Luka's actions from earlier, only... faster. More insistent. Harder. She's not as controlled, or maybe she just wants to drive Luka crazy.]

Ah --

[ she lets out a noise, something like a squeal and a squeak but not exactly either one of those. her legs shake, and instead of spreading them further like she watched miku doing, they come closer together around her head. she feels soft locks of teal against her skin and that doesn't help the fact that this feels... incredibly good, but that's beside the point.

she even told her not to...

luka bites on her lower lip, pouts if she can, though despite what might seem like protesting, a hand's moved to the back of miku's head. her fingers dig into her hair, toes curling, her eyes clenched close.

she's totally lost her composure, at this point. the restlessness that's been building up is being release, and to be perfectly honest at this moment it's fine.

it's fine.

she lets out a breath, something mumbled underneath it: ]

Miku --

[Oh, so that's why she told her not to.

Because it'd make her go absolutely crazy.]

Hmmm? [Miku smiles up at her, licking at her lips a little already before diving right back in, tongue dipping inside of her, giving her another smack as her tongues slip slowly deeper, deeper, deeper, and when it's gotten as deep as it can she doesn't slip it back out, like Luka had, but curls it inside of her, exploring the inside of her with her tongue. She keeps this up for a moment, then two, then finally, slooowly pulls her tongue out.

Then thrusts it right back in. She pauses a moment, then slips a finger inside along with it, somehow managing to fit it. Luka's tight around both her finger and her tongue, but it's a wonderful sort of tightness, makes her want to explore more and do more to her.

Her tongue thrusts, in and out, in a steady rhythm, but her tongue stays where it is, moving around and curling inside of her. And, yes, her free hand gives Luka yet another smack.]

[ exactly the reason why, congratulations miku.

she moans, her hips arching forward, she even makes an effort to scoot forward -- she wants it, this, that much. luka opens an eye, aware that she's completely defenseless and her face is probably as pink as her own hair and then some, but she looks anyway to see miku's face.

it's not the cute face of a girl she fell in love with, rather it's the face of someone who's passionately giving it her all to please her and well, that's something, isn't it? ]

Mm...! [ she feels weak below her waist, there's a knot in her stomach that tightens every time miku's tongue moves and oh god, did she just...? but luka pulls her head closer anyway, pulling with that head wrapped in miku's hair. she lets out a moan, and she's sure that soon she'll be reaching climax but...

she has enough mind in this to try and hold back, just a bit longer. she doesn't want it to be over so quickly.

her one open eye stays like that, for a bit, watching miku below her. it's makes the whole process, somehow, a lot more driving if she's watching. ]

[And Miku takes in every single bit of Luka's face, the pinkness and the embarrassment and the moaning. Luka's beautiful even like this, maybe even more so, because Miku's doing this to her. She's making her happy, making her far more than happy, and that fills Miku with such pride that she redoubles her efforts, tongue and finger moving desperately.

She might not know Luka's holding herself back, but to Luka it might seem like she's consciously trying to push her over the edge. The tongue and the finger swap places, her tongue pumping in and out while her finger curls inside of her, pressing her head forward when Luka pushes on the back of it, taking in her scent and her taste, committing every last detail of this to her memory as she works away at her.

The finger curls, then moves, the tongue curls, then moves, and then they're both curled inside of her, exploring every inch of her, pleasuring everything they can reach as her other hand finally leaves her rear, reaching up and up until she can grope at her breast, thumb darting across her nipple.]

[ there's so much going at once that it makes her feel dizzy -- she's lightheaded from all that's happening. first miku's down there and with her tongue, then a finger, and now her breast and she isn't sure what part of her body to listen to.

her head says that it's fine to just release when she feels she needs to (sooner rather than later), her heart tells her that she should hold it out a bit longer, make the moment last, and between her legs it's telling her the same thing as her head.

her hips arch, they move forward to get closer, closer, closer... and she can surely feel the muscles in her legs quiver, and so she's close.

she doesn't want to be close to climax, but she wants to be closer to miku. her legs lock miku in, squeezing against the sides of her head. she can't help it, sure, probably spreading her legs would be more beneficial but she just. can't help herself.

she lets out moans, gasps of pleasure and eventually groans of the low and throaty variety come out from her lips. she doesn't think she can handle it much longer, but she'll try --

she's shaking a lot, though. ]

Miku, more, please -- [ consider it a beg ]

[Having Luka's legs wrapped around her head is perfectly fine with Miku, even if it'd be easier if she'd spread them instead.]

Let it go. [It's a simple request, one she had made earlier, only this time it means something quite different. Her tongue and her finger keep darting in and out, and her hand is still at Luka's breast, and all that's happening is that she's getting more insistent - not faster but harder, finger and tongue curling more and more inside of her, and she finally pulls them both out, takes a good long look at Luka...

And thrusts right back in.]

Hah. [ she's facing an incredibly big decision here. she likes the feel of miku's tongue and finger working together against her, touching her in and out but at the same time, does she want to give that sort of satisfaction right away?

well, she's done the same earlier when she went down on her... it wouldn't be considered fair, would it? but she kind of chuckles to herself, broken up by her airy pants, at the thought.

she legs spread, just a bit, but they're spread to feel more of her and she raises an arm to her mouth to bite down on her knuckles. restraining her sounds, really, more so holding back on orgasm.

but then the feeling is gone in a moment's notice and she looks at miku almost skeptically, stares into her eyes for a minute --

and the pleasure is back, right there and she arches; lets out another long moan before her legs tighten and they spread further. she bites down harder on her knuckles. ]

I'm... ah... close... [ it's a surprise to her that she can even mumble something coherently at the moment ]

Really? [Miku looks up at her, nods...

And then practically triples her efforts. Her tongue and her finger - fingers, she's somehow managed to slip a second inside, all working overtime, in and out and curl and in and out and curl, up and down, there's a moment where they both pull out and brush against her before thrusting right back in, and her other hand reaches all the way up to Luka's neck, brushing her thumb against already-forming bruises, trying to replicate the feeling of her tongue there.

Her fingers and tongue curl, uncurl, then curl again, and she just keeps at that. By now she knows exactly what spots make Luka go crazy, how to move to hit all those spots in one single thrust - which she does, multiple times, with both her tongue and her fingers - and knows exactly what rhythm to keep to make Luka go absolutely crazy. She's a quick learner, sharp as a tack, and her ear for music is also turning into an ear for Luka's moans - when they're loudest, when they're longest, when she seems so overtaken by the feelings that she has to let one out.

She's playing Luka like an instrument, manipulating her into giving moan after moan.]

[ one would think that luka would be the one in control during intimate moments, but it isn't the case here. clearly, it isn't. she's fumbling over words, trying to say something but nothing actually ever comes out coherent; it's more pants, moans, shallow inhales.

the hand at miku's head digs deeper, nails into her scalp even, and her knuckles are swollen no thanks to her biting down on them. she racks with pleasures, shakes and quivers at the rougher touches.

it's too much.

if her sounds are music to her ears, then miku's probably going to get a symphony just for her.

luka's head rolls back, her eyes closed as tight as they can be and she shakes, again, and feels her leg muscles tightening and she feels an incredible burning feeling at the pit of her stomach and --

she climaxes, then and there, lets out gasps of air and her head rolls to the side. hair falls into her face, matted against her skin and she feels hot. it's so hot, it feels like she's burning. the knot in her stomach is not completely gone, but her trembling body slowly dies down.

she lies there, her knuckle-swollen hand hiding her face. ]

[Miku winces a little at the nails into her scalp but keeps going, because even if it hurts it's also incredibly hot.

Her tongue curls one last time as Luka orgasms, and she watches intently as she finally does, watches her face go through so many expressions, listens to so many noises, it's practically a mirror of her own orgasm... with one difference.

Miku listens intently for her to finally stop, waits for her to slowly relax her muscles...

Then keeps going. Her tongue and fingers resume as if nothing had happened, her lips are wet and she makes sure not to lick it off, not until she's sure Luka will see the gesture. She's just as insistent as she was before, if not more so, fingers and tongue finally having achieved perfect unison - and after an orgasm like that, she definitely knows where Luka's sensitive, only this time she focuses entirely on the most sensitive parts she can find.]

[ once her body relaxes against the bed, feeling the sheets against her back and finding a sort of comfort in them she breathes deeply, chest heaving.

just when she thinks it's over, it isn't.

luka jolts, immediately supports herself with her arm and half-sits up, her eyes wide at miku's movements ]

Y-You're not... not yet? [ she breathes out, already feeling exhausted from that orgasm, but with her deft fingers it feels good again and she's not sure if she's really going to be able to handle any more.

legitimately, she feels her legs have turned into jello permanently; she can't feel much other than pleasure and feel that miku's inside of her like this.

her pants are louder, her moans longer. her head's back, her eyes are staring at the ceiling, then shutting close when miku reaches a spot that -- ah -- feels good and then they open again, hazy and in a dazed, then back close... it continues like a pattern.

she can't help herself from whisper hoarsely miku's name out, over and over again until she feels like she's going to come again. ]

[Miku smiles up at Luka as she works - her tongue leaves her for a moment and her fingers pick up the slack, spreading inside of her, curling in two different directions, seemingly hitting every weak spot at once.]

I said I'd keep you up all night, you know. It's only midnight. [Miku grins, commits Luka's face to memory, and then her tongue gets right back to work. Having her come again is the plan, and she's dedicating everything she has, pulling out every single dirty trick, to make sure it happens.

Including the dirty trick of her thumb ever so slightly brushing against the bruises on Luka's neck again, only this time she presses down. It's not quite a kiss, but it's pretty close.]

I didn't think tha-ah you were being... serious...

[ whatever happens from here on is a blur to her; the older woman is surely suffering from something like combustion -- of, well, in lewd terms, the closeness of another orgasm -- and she feels like she's over the top. like she's on the edge of a building and she's going to do it, she's doing to jump --

her neck bites are sensitive -- still a bit swollen, recently bitten. they're red, she thinks, but she can't really tell because she isn't looking but they're probably red. definitely red. those are marks she'll have to cover up tomorrow. luckily it's winter time and it's appropriate to wear turtle necks and scarves of some kind.

she'll distract herself with the thoughts of how to disguise all of this in the morning, but it's interrupted when she shakes, feels a bruise being pressed down on at the same time (coincidentally? intentionally?) miku's fingers press against her and that sends her over the edge, a second time.

the second orgasm is shaky, like the first, her breaths start to even out a little faster than the first, her head this time has been able to stay fairly still in it's place, eyes closed. her knuckles on her free hand, a mixture of red and white, squeeze the bed sheets. she's close to ripping them, maybe. ]

I'm always serious. [She jokes even as she pushes Luka to orgasm, and when she notices Luka shaking so much she finally, mercifully pulling away, leaning up and sitting on her lap, kissing at her neck once more - the red bruises and what little unmarked skin there is in equal measures - pulling away with a big grin when Luka finally calms down.

Her grin widens, a little, as she glances around the room and notices something she hasn't before.]

Hey, Luka... look over my shoulder.

[There's a mirror on the wall behind her, and the room is small enough for it to be close. So very close.]

[ it's like experiencing deja vu again. luka's arms reach up, wrap haphazardly around her shoulders and she sighs. her body feels heavy, her lower end feels like jello in more ways than one and her eyes are hazy; everything she sees is rather blurry.

luka tries to focus on miku's face. her brows raise when she's asked to look behind her...

a mirror. ]

... o-of all places -- ! [ she's surprised to see herself look so lewd and then miku --

well, miku is another story. her hair has been messed up, messy and ruffled just like her own. from where she's sitting she can see the teal hair falling to the ground, sees that wow. wow. they're in. an intimate position.

as if her face hasn't gotten any more redder than the last time. ]

You really... overdid it, didn't you? [ it's a bit exasperated; the back of her forearm rests against her forehead and luka purses her lips together. ] Two times... [ she can't bring herself to think about that now, it only makes her more flustered ]

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