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[ she doesn't stop, even upon miku's words. there's another time to be flustered about such a thought -- miku doing anything to her is enough reason for her heartbeat to increase -- but because it's her moment to really do something for the tealette before her, for her.

luka can already tell that miku's preparing herself, feeling her react against her body. she moves a hand to her thigh, fingers stroking smooth skin, to calm her down. and with every little stroke, luka's kisses get closer and closer to the center.

she doesn't hesitate -- her gut instincts say to go, so she does. she licks once, tasting and trying it out. it's something salty but also sweet, maybe she's only imagining the sweet because that's what she just thinks miku tastes like, but it's definitely both. a second lick, and luka finds that she's comfortable with they way she's positioned and finds that it's perhaps a moment to tease her with flicks of her tongue against her.

all the while, her eyes are still on miku's face,watching her expressions. ]

[Luka's gentle touches do their job of calming Miku down. For the most part. Her breaths are still ragged, her heart still pounding, but she can at least stop and realize that what's happening is a good thing, and there's no reason for her to panic.

That in mind, her face when Luka's tongue finally starts moving is probably a delight. Her eyes go wide for a moment, because it feels better than she could have imagined, and then she screws them shut and leans her head back a little, teeth brushing against her lower lip again as her hands bunch up in the fabric, just like she expected they would.

She spreads her legs eagerly, toes curling, hips moving ever-so-slightly.]

... It feels good. [Understatement of the century.]

[ if verbal encouragements aren't enough, then the reactions she's getting from simple gestures now are surely it.

while she keeps an eye on miku's face, she smiles against her body and continues her movements; flicks her tongue faster and then going back to long, slow licks. in between some, she kisses the skin of her thighs and bites down, nibbling towards the middle again.

she wonders...

luka licks up, then holds herself there. her tongue presses against her, doing nothing more but simply adding pressure. not that luka's had anyone do this to her, but in her own private moments of pleasuring herself she knows that with applied pressure, it feels great. would it be the same for miku? the only way to know would be to try.

after a moment of leaving it pressed, which really isn't too long but she counts seconds as if they're minutes, she presses her tongue further like she would fingers if she's to do this to herself... luka doesn't know if the feeling is the same, but regardless of that, she just wants to know that miku's getting something out of this. ]

[Luka might just be guessing, but to Miku every single action brings her so much pleasure - her breath coming in the quick little gasps after every nip at her thighs, every time Luka's tongue brushes against her - that she considers it proof that the older woman's far more experienced than her.]

Haa... [That was meant to be some sort of sentence, but with how Luka's tongue is pressing against her all she can really do is sigh, gasp, and moan. She didn't know there were so many ways to take a breath until now, and her legs spread even further because she needs more of this, grinding her teeth against her lower lip instead of just brushing.

One of her hands leaves the bed and tangles itself in Luka's hair again, pressing against the back of it with a gentle sort of insistence.]

More... [Ah, she actually got a word out. Go team.]

[ to say the least, the sounds she's hearing are certainly pleasing; they're enough to make luka herself go crazy, but she reminds herself that she needs to stay composed, you know, to keep some pride.

luka can't possibly lose her cool here.

she takes another moment, gives her tongue another little push, swirls it in a circle, then back the other way. her movements are slow, and luka drags them out as long as she can. she figures she'll keep miku on the edge a bit.

when she hears "more", she stops, pulls away an inch and lets out a breath against her. she moves closer, arms hooked around her legs, lips pressing against her flesh again and, smirking into the folds, she kisses her and slips her tongue in.

in, out, in, out. ]

[Unlike Miku, who's lost all the cool she's ever had in her entire life. Which isn't really much, but still.

Miku's hand grips Luka's hair even tighter, hopefully not tight enough to hurt but Miku's long past the point of being able to control things like that. She's a bundle of nerves and reactions, and every slow movement of Luka's tongue makes her squirm, filled with sensation yet desperate for more.

Thankfully Luka actually listens to her, and that slow teasing doesn't last forever - she might have gone even crazier, otherwise. She moans, long and loud, and in the increasingly tiny part of her mind that isn't just repeating the words 'oh god' or telling her how attractive Luka is smirking and licking and looking up at her or doing anything at all, she wonders how thin the walls are here. This is 'that' sort of hotel, but it didn't exactly seem well-made or high class.

Then that thought slips away as Luka starts moving her tongue in and out, and she moans once more, toes and fingers both curling, wrinkling up the bed sheets and messing up Luka's hair.]

Please, more, more... [She's shamelessly begging by this point.]

[ her hands keep miku's body steady, face buried between her legs. it's one thing to be grateful for the reactions she's getting, but it's another when she's trembling so much. luka kisses her there in between her movements.

she doesn't imagine that the hotel's walls are very thick, considering the way the hotel is decorated and the feel it gives off; admittedly it probably gives off the seedy look, but so far no one's disturb them and nothing has gone wrong, so at least the hotel serves its purpose.

luka feels her hair being tugged on, pulling her closer than she already is and feels that this is definitely getting miku somewhere. she repeats the process: in and out, in and out, in and out, then she stops. as much as she can she takes as much of her flesh in with her mouth and breaths in, sucks at her body once, twice, a third time --

she hasn't taken her eyes off of miku at all this entire time, intently looking at her to see the faces she makes, hear the sounds she makes, feel with her eyes the pleasure she must be feeling. ]

[Miku is thankful for the hands keeping her steady, if nothing else - she might have shaken herself right off the bed and that would have completely ruined the mood, yes.

Even if someone does hear them, it's just... it's just moaning, she finally decides. The hotel is cheap but it exists solely for this purpose, she doubts anyone would pay it any mind no matter how much they heard. She'd try to keep her voice down anyway, out of embarrassment, but that's such a lost cause she decides to let it go, moaning freely and desperately.

The hand on the bed comes up to cover her face out of embarrassment, palm across her face and fingers spread wide, and then when Luka starts to suck she finds the hand quickly moving to cover her mouth, sucking on a finger to save her lower lip from any more teeth marks.]

I'm close, I'm close, keep going... [Her hips jerk a little. Luka hasn't been doing this for that long but already she can feel herself approaching a peak. Maybe it's because she's wanted this for so long, or maybe she's sensitive, or maybe Luka's just really good at this, but more than likely it's all three of those things. She's got nearly a deathgrip on Luka's hair now, only barely remembering to hold herself back.]

[ the sucks come one another another, the next harder than the last one. her hair is matted against her face, bangs falling into her eyes and locks of hair falling over her shoulders. and not to mention the fact that miku is still pulling at it, and while it leaves room for a bit of pain, luka doesn't mind it. it just makes her more eager.

she can see her squirming, and while her hands are holding her still she's still shaking. she sees her hand over her face, clearly a sign that luka's doing something right. it's hard to now, but she's smiling on the inside. it pleases her that she knows she can have this affect on miku. she sucks once, then licks down, and back up.

suck. lick down. lick up. repeat. ]

Don't hold back, okay? [ she tells her, in between her actions. ]

[Even if she wanted to hold back, she probably couldn't. Luka's driving her crazy, and when she starts mixing the two together - sucking and licking in equal measures - the response Miku was trying to form just turns into a long groan, losing herself in the bliss of the moment.

She gets closer every second, leaving as many teeth marks on her finger as on her lip, and she throws her head back to look up at the ceiling just because she can't handle looking at Luka. She's far, far too pretty like this, with her hair all wild, her lips curled up into what seems to be a permanent smirk as she... works.

She tries to warn Luka but all that comes out is another long groan, and then, without any real fanfare (but she can practically see stars behind her closed eyes), she comes, feels herself tighten around nothing over and over and over again, and it and the groan that comes with it keep going, for far longer than she would have expected. It's only seconds but it feels like she spends an entire day there, every possible part of her body clenched or curled or closed - the groan's coming through clenched teeth, her hips thrusting upwards constantly and desperately, and then a moment later she collapses back onto the bed, her hand leaving Luka's hair to cover up her face. Out of embarrassment. Because she knows Luka's grinning like the cat that got the canary, she just knows it.]

Haa... don't say... anything...

[ release.

that's what luka's seeing in front of her right now. the arch of miku's back, the way her teal hair falls behind her, the clench of her hands and the tightening of her muscles in her legs... she sees it all. she watches her, just as she's been doing, with that smirk on her face.

even like this, she's cute. that face she makes makes luka desire her more.

she licks at the liquid between her legs, slow and sensually -- she might as well make a show of it, right? she kisses her there, then makes her way up, from her thigh to her navel, to her chest, her neck and collarbone (where she stops briefly to nibble there, bite even) then kisses the corner of miku's mouth. she's hovering over her again.

supporting herself with just an arm, she brings the other up towards her face, using the back of her hand to wipe her mouth of the liquid that she's so pleasantly cleaned up for miku.

teasingly, of course. she's giving miku this look, something between suave and sexy. ]

I won't, I think you've said enough for the both of us.

[Oh, God.

Luka's so attractive that her doing... that, licking and smirking and kissing and licking and even that bite has Miku on edge - she even thrusts her hips up again into thin air, actually whimpering.

She wants Luka. She wants Luka so badly that it hurts, and this isn't helping at all.]

Je... jeeeeeeeeeeeeeerk... [She drags out the word again, weaker this time, burying her face in her hands to hide the ever-present blush.] When I catch my breath, you're gonna say more than I ever did... [But right now her limbs all feel like weighted jello, and all she can really think is 'gosh, Luka's pretty.' She at least manages a pout that's probably far more adorable than she meant it to be.]

Are you sure about that? [ finished with her show, that hand that's at her mouth picks up a lock of her hair, teal wrapping around her finger. it's soft, just as she expects it to be. miku's always been known for having nice, well kept hair. the color is also pretty against her skin, especially in this kind of lightning.

and general setting, to be honest. on her back, hair sprawled out behind her and her hands at her face, the blush across her cheeks... it's all part of something she's caused, and that gives her a sense of satisfaction. she likes that she's the reason miku's like this.

(she hopes that she won't lose so much composure if -- when miku does the same to her, but that comes when it comes)

letting the lock of hair fall from her hand, luka leans down to kiss her pouting lips. ] Maybe I should do that again? You look adorable. [ against her lips she smiles, no longer wearing that smirk she's been showcasing for most of their time together. it's a kind, gentle smile that says tenderness, rather than playfulness. ]

Definitely... [Miku's slowly starting to feel like she has bones again, even if she lets out a low moan in the back of her throat at just the touch to her hair. Her hair is soft and pretty and well-maintained because she loves her hair, and so even if it obviously can't really bring her any pleasure just having it admired like that - so seductively, so meaningfully - brings her a sort of mental pleasure.

Granted, everything Luka does brings her some sort of pleasure, at this point. She returns the kiss sluggishly, trying to get used to moving around again.]

If you... [She isn't even sure what 'what' is, the eating out or the seductiveness, and she isn't sure if she means right now or later, but no matter what she can't get herself to say no.] If you want to... [And she returns the smile, too. Teasing and joking aside, embarrassment aside, they're here, doing this, because they want to be. Because they want to make each other happy.]

But whatever you do is gonna get paid back twice. [She means it, too.]

[ she chuckles through their slow kiss, breaking away to bring her face against her cheek and nuzzle her affectionately. ] It's more difficult than you think, you know. I'd like to see you try. [ gentle smiles only hide the fact that luka doesn't stop using this teasing tone of voice. it comes out like a habit, but she knows when to be mindful of when it's too much. it's not one of those moments, she doesn't think, so she lets it go.

luka notes that miku is fully naked, at this point, and she's still in her top and bra. there's definitely something wrong here, but she'll make no mention to it to miku. it'll be fine if she realizes it for herself. ]

Are you tired? We can stop if you'd like to rest. [ the bed is more than enough room for two people, so making room wouldn't be a problem, especially not when luka's a bit of a cuddler in bed. ]

No. [Resting is the absolute last thing she wants, especially now that she's slowly getting all riled up again. She props herself up on her elbows and kisses her again, returning the affectionate nuzzle. Miku is definitely a cuddler, but right now she wants more than that. Far more. So her denial is insistent and firm, even if she's still feeling a bit shaky. She leans forward, still kissing, and then decides that maybe it's time to turn the tables.

She lifts her elbows off the bed and places her hands on Luka's shoulders and gives a big push, toppling the woman over. She wastes no time in straddling her, legs on either side of her, and then she leans in close to whisper in her ear, smiling wide. Luka can probably push her off, if she wants to, but... does she want to?]

I'm gonna keep you up all night. [Especially after hearing that.]

[ with a quiet "ah --" she falls over, back pressed against the sheets. their roles are switched now, and it's odd not being the one to lead but... she doesn't think she'll dislike this experience. luka isn't used to looking up at miku, though. that's something she'll have to get used to.

she shivers, a moment, miku's words against her ear tickle. her fingers trace along her jawline, teal painted nails moving along the frame of her face, then her hand stops at her cheek to cup it gingerly. ]

I'll keep you to your word, then.

[Miku's smile widens, somehow, and she leans back to take Luka in.

Her breath nearly stops. She's looking down at Luka, Luka with her face flushed and shivering, Luka within arm's reach of her, Luka within breath's reach of her. She can, within reason, do absolutely anything she wants to her.

It's understandable that she immediately goes to take off Luka's top, right? She tears the thing off, only barely keeping herself from literally tearing it, and her bra follows not long after - so quickly that she doesn't even register what it looks like - and then she just presses her face against her chest, kissing at the sides of her breasts, capturing one in her mouth for a moment and sucking.]

... Heh. [She pulls away, grinning down at Luka mischievously. This is payback time. She said she was gonna make Luka say just as much, so she's going to fulfill that promise.]

What would you like me to do to you? You can ask for anything. [She echoes Luka's words from earlier, just... with a slight glint in her eyes.]

[ that smile on her face is... oddly enticing. it's also worthy of a blush. definitely so. it's not cute -- this face on miku isn't cute, but it's something else.. she's not sure what to call it, but it's something new and it's exciting.

she feels excited, already anticipating what's coming. but she'll keep herself from losing her cool, drawing in a breath as soon as the rest of her clothing is gone to calm herself. at least, in an attempt to, anyway.

luka lets out a quiet mm, hushed under a whisper. she has an eye open, the other closed, and with the other she looks down at miku there at her chest. then it's gone, that warmth on her breast.

her heart skips a bit. darn this girl for stealing her very words.

anything, huh... ]

There's nothing in particular I'd want... [ her head rolls to the side, eyes staring at the wall across the room. it's not like her cheeks are getting red or anything. ] ... Surprise me.

[Oh, there's definite redness to Luka's cheeks, a faint dusting of it but still visible. Especially because Miku's looking so intently for it.

She hmms loudly and deliberately, sitting up straight as she 'thinks.' She makes a long show of it, bring her finger to her chin and lolling her head slightly from side to side.]

Gosh, it's so hard to decide... I mean, I have so many ideas... [She thinks for a moment longer, and then she's suddenly leaning back in, darting with a quickness usually reserved for sneaking snacks or dancing, her lips quickly pecking against Luka's forehead before slowly trailing kisses downward - the side of her face, her cheeks, nibbling on her earlobe, her chin, her neck, the sides of her breasts and the peaks of her nipples and then the bottom of her breasts, lifting them up slightly to get a better angle, and then she keeps kissing, trailing back up a moment to bite down, perhaps a bit harder than she needs to, on Luka's shoulder.]

... So I think I'll do them all. [There's a glint in her eyes now, mischievous and lusty, and she goes back to trailing kisses. Down her arms, back to her stomach, and then her hands join in the fun, cupping her breasts, squeezing them roughly, before trailing down her sides.

Miku's intent on touching and kissing absolutely every part of Luka's body. Not just once, but a lot - she's kissed her way down to Luka's thigh and brushes against her core for a second, blowing gently on it before giggling and kissing down one leg, then the other, and when she reaches her foot she licks at the sole for a second before... going all the way back to her forehead and starting over again, while her fingers trail a few moments behind her, pressing insistently against Luka for a second but pulling away without actually slipping into her.]

Everything.

[ 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...!

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