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[ she giggles.

and luka doesn't giggle -- she laughs, she chuckles, but not giggle. so it's easy to assume she has something in mind for the both of them. she lifts her face up, lets her fingers drag along miku's skin by themselves, adding pressure each time she goes up and down. they'd leave faint red marks, but no scratches or scars. ~~yet~~

each time her fingers go down they get further, to the point where she lightly scratches over miku's rear and then all the way back up. back down to her rear. back up.

she considers it a distraction while she uses her other hand with the blindfold to appear in front of miku's face. her fingers continue to drag along. luka leans in to whisper in her ear, lips close enough to get hold of her earlobe and she kisses it, licks it, sucks on it while whispering in between. ]

Bite onto it. [ it's more of an order than a suggestion. luka means business her fingers reach down between her legs the next time they go down and she presses against her folds, plays with them a bit with her fingers, waiting for a response from her. ]

[She faintly remembers all those spanks to Luka's rear, when she feels that light scratch on her own. She... she really hopes that particular favor isn't returned.

She squirms lightly at every touch, every time her hands complete the loop and go back up, but she especially squirms at the touches to her rear. It seems that part of her is sensitive, something even she wasn't really aware of.]

Yes, ma'am. [She isn't sure if she's joking or serious about that little comment, it's just the first thing that tumbles out of her mouth, and she bites down on the blindfold immediately...

Which is a good thing, because she quickly gets to moaning through it as Luka touches her, still damp and wet and oversensitive from her own orgasm.]

Mmmph mmm mma? [She pauses, because she just tried to speak through a makeshift gag, then goes red and buries her face in all her loose hair, ducking her eyes away. Note to self, don't try that again. Too embarrassing for words.]

Cute, but I'm afraid I can't understand you, dear. [ luka feels like she's in power again -- knows that she is, and she feels that sense of satisfaction from being aware of this simple little fact.

she smirks against her ear, blows a bit of air into it, then leaves to kiss her back. she can hear her moans, which is pleasing, so her strokes continue down there, they're longer strokes that happen faster. unlike the first time, luka isn't going to be so sweet and gentle.

luka pokes a finger into her, moves it a bit, even pushing against her, but it comes back out to play with her folds. still wet, she determines. she leaves kisses right above her butt, places where her fingers have dragged across and where she hasn't touched yet. luka leaves a bite closer to her hip, sucks on it lightly before pulling away enough to admire her work. ]

How do you feel?

[She thinks for a moment of how to actually get words across like this, squeaking when Luka kisses her butt.

Then Luka starts biting her hip, and sucking, and then there's her finger and her everything and with Luka so close, taking so much control, it's a wonder Miku doesn't come right there. She's still wet and she's getting wetter, and she squirms once more under Luka.]

... Mmph. Mm. [That's her attempt as saying she likes it and wants more, embarrassment aside. It's naturally pretty much completely unintelligible, but she hopes Luka gets the gist. As mortifying as this is, the last thing she wants her to do is stop.

She'll return this favor later on tonight. She knows she will. With a blindfold and a gag, and as many toys as this room has to offer... no, wait, she'll keep her eyes clear so she can make her look at herself in the mirror while she toys with her.

That thought keeps Miku from completely curling up and dying of shame.]

[ two can play at this game, miku. they're equals now, aren't they? so it's only fair that luka gets a chance at this too. her finger pokes in, deeper than the last, then draws out only to come back in half way. it alternates between going deeper and not going as far -- she'll see how miku likes that.

the gag seems like it's doing it's purpose, and while luka can't hear any words she's saying, the pleasant sound of her moans and of her squirming is enough to please her for now.

if miku's thinking about getting back at her, she'll have to think again. luka's only just started, after all.

her other hand reaches for the vibrator that she dropped from her hand. keeping her other hand by her core to continue her ministrations, luka slides back up miku's body, deliberately letting her breasts drag against her skin and kisses the back of her neck. ]

Will you roll over again? [ she wants to see the look on her face ]

[Answer: Miku likes that a lot, in the 'wishing for more' way. She squirms and moans and sighs under the gag, but she still wishes Luka would do even more to her.

She even moans as Luka's breasts rub against her back, feeling their full weight against her and wondering why she didn't pay more attention to them when she had the chance. She liked Luka's breasts.

... Maybe that was a dumb thought but her mind pretty much consisted of dumb thoughts at this point.]

M... Mm. [Miku hesitates, but eventually rolls over, looking up at Luka for a moment before immediately rolling her head to the side. With all the rolling and the length of it and the messiness of the situation to begin with, her hair's all over the place, half-covering her face, sticky with sweat in places, and it trails all the way down to her legs, silky teal locks clinging to her like a lover.

... Like Luka, she supposes. Her face is flushed and her eyes are hazy but that's nothing new. It's mostly, weirdly, the hair she's embarrassed about, and no amount of looking away will fix that.

Then she notices the vibrator out of the corner of her eye.]

Mmph?

[ luka stares back down at her, purrs ever so quietly when she sees that flushed face of the girl beneath her. she's got the upper hand here, and it's nice knowing so. miku's hair beneath her, sprawled out in all directions and clinging to her body makes her look innocent -- though luka's aware that she really isn't quite so. if their intimate moment just a few minutes ago isn't an example of miku's devilish mind, she doesn't know what else could suffice.

her fingers work slow at first, like that first time when they entered the room, but as the seconds pass she quickens her past and she pumps them in and out of her. it gets rougher, gets harder, there's more pressure. and she plays with her like that for a bit, pumps her fingers harder into her and curls them against her, looks for all the spots that she thinks will bring miku to orgasm.

she does this watching her carefully, watches the way her chest falls when she breathes and watches how her hair follows it, splayed out across her body. the teal is oddly fitting with the paleness of miku's skin.

luka probably looks like she's about to eat her at some point. of course, that's to come soon, too, but not yet. there's other things she wants to do first.

the pink haired singer's noticed some rope lying around when they first came into the room. she's had it on her mind since she saw miku with the vibrator and blindfold.

she'll put it to use, definitely. ]

[Miku, unfortunately, hadn't noticed the rope, so that upcoming twist twist will be quite a surprise to her. When it happens, anyway.

Miku moans and squeals beneath the gag at every thrust, hair shifting with her as she writhes, getting more and more messed up and clinging to her further as her body becomes slick with sweat. Her breaths are coming hard and fast, through her nose due to the gag, and, as always, her toes curl. At least she can't mark her lower lip with her teeth anymore, not with the gag in the way.]

Mmmm... mmmph! [She's close, she's so close already, and she tries to warn Luka but the gag prevents that as much as anything else.

So she jerks her hips instead, trying to get it across through her actions, her arms and legs both wrapping around Luka's back just for something to cling to, nails digging marks in her skin.]

[ she keeps her fingers curled inside of her, rubs them against her walls. miku's sounds, though muffled by the gag, are like members of a chorus singing hallelujah together and luka revels in this victory.

she can tell that miku's close, and luka continues her pattern of movements; the blush on her face, the way her hairs are digging into her back -- that feels incredibly good to her, oddly enough -- and the way her hair falls over her eyes. she looks like she's in a daze, probably from euphoria, luka reckons. she presses her lips against miku's collarbone, kisses the skin there and bites down to leave a mark, then a mark next to it but not too close, and then another before it becomes a trail of bites.

in between, she whispers hotly: ]

Are you close?

Mm! [There's no question what that answer is, even with the gag in the way, but just in case she nods desperately, clinging even tighter to Luka as she kisses at her neck.

Her nails might leave as many marks as Luka's lips, at this rate, but she's long past caring - all she can think of is the pleasure as Luka moves, and then just a moment later she curls everything at once again, nails leaving angry white marks that quickly turn dark red, clenching down on Luka's fingers and breathing hotly and desperately through her nose.

She comes, and this time she's near screaming behind her gag, moaning something unintelligible - but as she repeats it it becomes clearer and clearer that it's meant to be Luka's name.]

[ the look on miku's face is so frantic and frenzied and so desperate, luka's a bit surprised at the outcome but she's definitely not displeased with her efforts. she kisses her jawline, and pumps her fingers just as she's been doing. just because she orgrasmed doesn't mean luka needs to stop, right? miku didn't.

but luka raises a bit, supports herself as best as she can with her legs as she reaches for something on the ground by itself; the rope she saw? yeah, in her hands now.

and once miku's calm down enough, she pulls her fingers away, licks at the wetness a bit but not completely. she'll be using that hand again anyway, so it isn't a problem now.

luka grips the rope in her hands; it's not long but it's just the right amount to... tie something up with. she has a pretty solid plan in her mind. ]

Miku, if it hurts, stop me. [ which is a sincere and genuine concern of hers; luka's okay with rough -- in fact she's fine if miku's rough on her, but luka worries that miku might not be able to handle it, so she'll give the warning now and hopes that she'll take it into heart.

she'll proceed to tie miku's hands together, while she's vulnerable and defenseless post orgasm. the vibrator's also back in her hands now, just about ready for it's appearance in this show of theirs. ]

[Miku squirms further when Luka keeps touching, squirming and moaning and only barely managing to calm down when Luka pulls away, hips jerking up into nothing. The shameful thing was that she was so sensitive in the moments after her orgasm that she nearly came again, right there.

Even the lick nearly sets her off, but then Luka pulls away to grab... something, her eyes are still shut out of embarrassment and pleasure so she can't quite tell, and she nobs absently and then suddenly her hands are tied.

She squirms a little, tries to break the rope, blinks, then opens an eye to look up at Luka. There's fear there, a little, but eventually... she nods again.

She trusts Luka. Trusts her not to hurt her and trusts her to make this feel good. The rope's scary in a lot of ways, but it's also exciting - to be left to the mercy of someone she loves.]

Mm... Mmph... [She jerks her head towards the drawer. There might be more rope there, if she wants to tie her up more, but she can't exactly look at how her hands are tied at this angle so she doesn't know how much more of the first rope is left.]

[ the rope's doesn't have much leftover -- there's probably an inch to two inches left untied. it's not enough to do anything else, but it's all luka needs. she's resourceful after all, she'll work with that she has. (then again, this is a love hotel they're in and so far they've found a plethora of things to be "resourceful" with, so there could be worse things.)

not that she wants to go any worse... maybe not at this point in time of their relationship.

once luka's got miku's hands tied, she leans back to sit down on the sheets and ghosts her hands at her sides. then she grasps her, coaxes her into sitting up as well and eases her onto her lap. if all works out, luka should have miku sitting on her, legs on either side of her body. their new position for the night.

the vibrator is in her hand, already turned to the medium setting. she licks her lips first, brings the little device up to touch against the row of bite marks she's given miku's neck, then moves it down; she follows the curves of her body, going down from her collarbone down between the valley of her breasts, the center of her naval and then when it gets down between her legs she presses it lightly against her, testing. ]

[Miku shivers at every touch and every movement, including her own - it's on shaky legs that she sits up and gets on Miku's lap, and with her hands tied she's desperate for support.

Especially when the vibrator gets involved. The buzz of it against her neck, her breasts, her stomach and her legs are all equally amazing, but she starts moaning again when it presses against her entrance. She's never... used one before. Always her fingers, only her fingers.

The sensation is new and odd but wonderful at the same time, and again the gag and the ropes seem to only enhance that, and so her hips jerk and her fingers curl and grasp at each other, from where they're tied.]

Mmm, mm. [She pauses, then unclenches her teeth, pokes with her tongue. Eventually the gag falls out of her mouth.]

Tie it around my, uh, eyes. [She pauses, blushing a moment and biting down on her lower lip. Her voice is just a bit scratchy from screaming, the same way it gets after a long concert.] I want you to hear me.

[ luka's a bit disappointed the gag isn't staying anymore, but the suggestion she gives is alright, so she'll take the blindfold into her hands. luka presses it against her cheek, where it had been bitten on. it's a bit damp, and she doesn't expect anything other than that, and somehow it turns her on some more. she chuckles to herself, low, pushes the vibrator against her in just a bit -- just enough so she can get her hand free, and tie the blindfold around her eyes.

maybe this will be fun, too. ]

Is there anything else you want me to do, before I go on?

[ luka pauses to turn the vibrator up a notch, pushes it further into miku until it's just the right amount inside of her and she pokes her fingers in too, two to start with this time. the vibrator stays where it's at, at least as best as it can stay there, while her fingers work rough against her just like before.

she leans in, searches for miku's lips and when she does, kisses her hungrily. frankly, there's really no room to answer her question. ]

Edited 2012-12-13 01:47 (UTC)

[Or any room for anything, really. Miku hadn't realized until just now just how visual of a person she was - she'd taken in everything, the sight of Luka looking at her, long, delicate fingers working at her, matted hair and the soft curves of her breasts...

Suddenly all that's taken away from her, she's just left with black fabric, damp against the back of her head, and she squirms and writhes and moans as everything feels a thousand times more intense.

It takes her a second to realize those are Luka's fingers, because they feel like new toys, and the vibration of the toy inside of her seems to get more and more intense every second, climbing and climbing without any end in sight. She's sensitive from where she was never given any time to rest, desperate for any sensation she can get, and even Luka's lips against her feel wonderful and new and exciting, with her sight denied to her.

Is it any surprise that she comes again? Maybe Luka won't notice, but she's moaning and near-screaming into the kiss with a voice that's growing scratchier and raspier by the second. No, no, she has to notice, with the way she's tightening around her fingers, nails cutting into her own palms where they're tied.]

[ luka pulls her lips away centimeters apart and she listens to the sounds of her moans, her pants, that near-scream that she now happens to love a lot... she takes it all in, enjoying it while it lasts. luka isn't done yet, though. not quite.

she leaves another kiss against miku's lips, lingers there for a moment before withdrawing her fingers and the vibrator with them. her fingers are coated in the liquid miku so pleasantly released, and instead of cleaning them herself, she'll press them against the corner of miku's mouth, then slide them to her lips. she lets out a single word. ] Lick.

[ and while she has that going, the vibrator has not finished it's purpose; she moves it to push against her clit, keeps it there on the high setting. ]

[It takes Miku a moment to process, especially when that vibrator moves to her clit, of all places, she curls and sighs and moans once more, feeling like she's about to come again. She doesn't, of course, that would be just a bit too much, but it still takes a moment to actually realize what Luka just asked... no, ordered her to do.

The fact that it's an order is exciting to some part of Miku, and she obediently does so, taking in her own taste. It's... weird. Very weird, but Luka told her to and so she had done it without really thinking.

She squirms and moans some more as she does, nails still digging red marks into the flesh of her palms.]

[ luka, while the aggressor in this situation, feels a bit dazed herself. watching miku squirm on top of her, watching her hair fall against her pale skin and hearing all of the sounds she's making has been slowly setting her off. she feels herself wet, in between her legs, but she'll take care of herself once she's taken care of miku.

as miku finishes licking her fingers, she gets another kiss as a reward for doing a good job. she drags the kisses down her body, ghosting over the places she's previously kissed, left bite marks on, down to her stomach where her tongue dips into her belly button a bit and then further down.

she flicks her tongue against her clit, just underneath the vibrator ] Let me hear more of it -- your voice. [ luka presses her mouth against her core ] Come for me, Miku. [ and then she pushes her tongue into her, curling it against her and imitating what miku's done to her. ]

Edited 2012-12-13 03:10 (UTC)

[Miku does so, either out of obedience or out of not being able to do anything else - she squirms and writhes and moans and tries to fight it but it's just not something that can be fought at this point, not with that toy buzzing, not with Luka's tongue working so skillfully at her.

She comes once more, feeling herself clench down, screaming and moaning and repeating Luka's name without anything to block it.]

Luka, Luka, Luka, Luuuuuukaaaaa... [She says it in a thousand different ways, desperate gasps and long moans, nails definitely leaving scratches on her palms but there's nothing else she can do, Luka's touches and licks have completely consumed her by this point.

She finally slouches over weightlessly, nearly collapsing but managing to stay where she is, on top of Luka but completely at her mercy.]

[ the sound of her orgasm sounds so adorable, luka can't help but nuzzle her face closer into her, presses her mouth closer to her and lets her tongue in as deep as she can get it. miku tastes sweet.

her arms hook around her waist as she falls over and luka supports her carefully. she can see, opening her eyes slowly for a moment, that her hands are red from the inability to move them at all, resulting in only being able to clutch onto anything she could... which would be her own two hands.

luka rides out the last bit of miku's climax, laps up the juices coming from her once she's calmed down and kisses the inside of her thigh, then her stomach, and leaning forward to press their lips together. she holds her up carefully, supporting miku against herself. ]

Three to two. [ it's almost like a tease; it's a count of how many times they've been able to make each other orgasm and luka's in the lead by 1. it's not very important, nor is any of this a game but she just wants to tease her a bit. she wonders if any of it amounts to what miku's done to her, but that's neither here nor there.

luka threads her fingers through miku's hair, and that trails down her side slowly, before reaching her own leg where she probes her folds. then in a finger and -- ] Ah...

[ she feels like something's been building up inside of her, knotting in her stomach and she needs to get it out. ] Talk to me. [ whispering, luka's head leans against hers and her lips are by her ear. ] I need to hear your voice.

[Miku feels like her entire body's curling and uncurling at this point, not just her fingers and her toes. She tenses at the touch along her hair, takes deep breathes in preparation...

Then feels nothing, but hears a sigh from Luka. She couldn't... but from her position on top she can at least sort of feel the motion of her hand, and that sigh could only mean so many things. Miku squirms her hands, desperate to touch Luka but that just isn't something she can do.]

I... I love you so much, Luka. [The thought of now doing as she says doesn't even occur to her.] I want to touch you and see you and lick you and... so many other things. You're so beautiful, Luka, please, just touch me or let me touch you, I don't care how or why or what you do to me or what you ask me to do... [She's half-delirious at this point, long hair so matted that it'll probably take a good hour in the shower to get it all back in order, but all she can think of is how much she wants Luka.]

I'm yours, all yours, Luka, for tonight and for as long as you need me so please, please...

[ she lets out a breath against her neck, and at some point she has to bite down on miku's shoulder to stifle a moan as she's fingering herself. she knows miku's here, she knows that miku would do it herself if she could but... as perverse as it seems, she likes the fact that they're the fingers she used on miku that she's using on herself and it makes the experience a hundred times better. ]

Miku. [ luka sucks in a breath, she nuzzles her face against her neck ] I love you too. To me, you're the most precious person in the world. [ she's faintly thinking back to magnet, hah ] I want to do this, though. [ she's shaking slightly underneath her, but it doesn't stop her from her other hand moving to undo the knot of the blindfold, and once that's been dropped, the rope is next ] Just watch, just talk to me. Let me do this. Then...

Then I'll let you do what you want.

[Miku nearly falls off of Luka when the rope and the blindfold are taken off, taking deep breaths, completely unable to move her tired and sore hands. She manages to look up at Luka, blearily, and then for a better angle glances over at that mirror again.

The two of them are red from bruises and scratch marks and the heat in their bodies, skin flushed in places and a nasty dark red in others, both sets of long hair, blue and pink, all over the place. They're sweaty and obviously tired, looking like they've ran a marathon already.

Miku keeps one eye on that mirror, watching herself and watching Luka, and the other eye solely on Luka's face, the one thing the mirror doesn't have a good angle on.]

Okay, but... [Miku reaches one marked and tired hand up her own body, squeezing at her own breast, rolling her thumb across her nipple, the other reaching down between her legs, trailing lightly along herself before quickly curling two fingers inside, clenching her teeth slightly and starting to mirror Luka's actions.]

Watch me, too... you're so beautiful that I can't help doing this.

[ she feels a slight shift in weight on her, and luka adjusts so that miku's more comfortable. through half-lidded eyes, miku looks absolutely beautiful despite the sweat and the scratch marks and her mussed up hair. there's a certain air to it that's not associated with a "during/post-sex look" that most people would see, but luka can't think of any words to describe it.

it just looks beautiful. ]

Mm, tell me when you're close. [ her fingers are slowly to pump in and out of her, getting rough every time she pushes them back in ] I want us to do it together. [ and she hopes she doesn't have to specify the idea of coming together.

luka has her eyes trained on miku, eats up the sight of her looking so flushed ] Tell me about when you first thought you liked me. [ a simple request; luka honestly just wants to hear miku talking, and she's willing to offer to tell her own little story when she's done, too. ]

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