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It was just after the two had finished dinner and she had settled on the couch that Kensei came out from the kitchen with an amber concoction in his hands. As he approached, she could tell this was the reason for the smell of warm spices and tart apples that permeated the air of his quarters since they came home. He passes her a cup with a color that's lighter than his own, and then sits next to her and pulls her legs into his lap.
Mizuyo's eyes glance between the two cups before she lifts her own to her lips for a drink, surprised by the tart yet sweet and spicy flavors that greet her taste buds; she hums appreciatively at her treat. “This is amazing!" Though her voice sounds reserved, the enjoyment is clear in her warm tone. She watches him follow suit and swig from his glass.
“I figured you'd enjoy it, made this from scratch, so I know it's good.” His confidence carries from his tone to his grin, a look that never fails to make her blush. He carefully sets his drink down and begins to massage one of her feet, which makes her moan in relief as his warm hands work tired muscles all the way up her leg and back, repeating the process on her other leg and alternating.
She relaxes at his touch. It’s so nice to have his attention like this after a long day of running around; it feels like she's being pampered with how thoroughly he works out the tightness and knots that had begun to form. “Babe, you never cease to amaze me. It's delicious.” She runs her foot against his abdomen affectionately, going back for more of her drink. “Did you make two batches? I noticed yours is a deeper color.” Almost as if her raising her glass compelled him, he, too, had another round from his cup.
“Nope, I put a little rum in mine, just my preference. It adds a different layer of flavor, you wanna try?” Curious eyes stare at the offer he provides. Still, she smiles politely, and he takes another drink before returning to work. His calloused hands feel so delectable against the contrast of her soft skin, and though it's not his intention, it sends a wonderful jolt through her spine that strikes her core deeply.
“Maybe when I've finished mine.” She offers him the potential to share, and he simply nods in response. From there, the two turn their attention to a movie they've decided on for that evening, and silence soon settles comfortably between them. Occasionally, she'll return his touch by caressing his abs with her foot, wanting to reciprocate his affection as best as she could to show her appreciation. Though some ulterior motives were driving her, she ultimately just wanted to pay him some attention, no matter how small the gesture was.
About halfway through, they've both finished their cups, and he pauses the TV, patting her legs gently as an ask to let him up, which she obliges. “Gonna get more, how about you?” He holds his hand out expectantly, and she passes him her now-empty glass. He plants a firm kiss on the top of her head when he takes it from her. Words were never really his strong suit; his actions spoke far more eloquently than he could ever hope to express himself, so he found himself unable to resist showering her in his little acts of love and care to make sure she knew how he felt.
“I’d love more, thanks, handsome~” Smiles are exchanged before he retreats to the kitchen, returning moments later with two more hearty glasses of the homemade apple cider, garnished with sticks of cinnamon, steam rolls off the liquid that carries the unmistakably crisp scent as she holds her glass and cherishes every sip she takes. Her legs return to his lap, and he continues his massage. His eyes are fixated on the screen, and he appears so invitingly relaxed and calm that she can't help but appreciate his sharp, strong features in all their glory.
The movie continues, though at the moment she's more focused on him and the swig he takes from his beverage, as curiosity swells within her about the difference in taste. She places her cup down and waits for the perfect opportunity to make her move. When he sets his cup back on the coffee table, she wastes no time crawling into his lap and straddling him with her hands on his broad chest. His only response is a grin that can barely form before her seeking lips are pressed firmly against his, her eager tongue tracing the boundary of that inviting cavern, catching the stray sweetness that has left its mark.
Surprisingly, she is granted entry to taste the remnants of his drink. She moves slowly, savoring what she can find in the hints the liquid has left behind, all the while his roaming hands explore her curves, admiring her ass with a firm squeeze, which makes her moan into his mouth. When they part, she's met with an amused smirk and a mischievous glimmer in his warm amber eyes. “You wanna try an actual drink there, babe?” His words leave him in a throaty laugh, and his hands slide underneath her top to greedily caress the supple skin hidden from him. She moans softly, already slowly grinding her hips against him, and he groans hot and low in response. He quickly undoes the clasp on her bra in preparation for what’s no doubt about to unfold.
As her hips continue to move leisurely, she feels him harden beneath her, making her face flush in excitement. Her hands trail up and down his muscular chest, bringing a roguish smile to his face. “Mmm~ Yeah~” Her answer is a moan while he squeezes and massages her breasts under her loosened bra. Her eyes fluttered closed, her lips parted in a series of soft groans and low whimpers as he pinched and rolled stiffening nipples between calloused digits. “Can I try s-some?” She finally manages the question as his lips and teeth trail along her neck while his thumbs tease her pert nipples.
“All you had to do was ask.” He chuckles in amusement at the barely hidden lust painting her expression. His voice is a deliciously deep rumble that manages to shake her to her core. He takes his time reaching for his drink, seeing her eyes flicker like a flame, burning in anticipation as the blush on her cheeks grows darker. His other hand cups her chin firmly yet with care, keeping her head in place. He runs his thumb along her lower lip, which is instantly met with a chaste kiss that makes him smile. “Open.” Applying a gentle pressure to part her lips just right for what he was about to do. His smoldering, molten honey gaze is focused on her as he takes a drink. Next, he presses his lips to hers firmly, and he slowly, cautiously, allows the warm liquid to flow between the two of them to greet her waiting tongue.
Her taste buds are immediately met with the now familiar taste of the cider she's been sipping all night, but now there's a rich layer of oak and caramel that draws out other aspects of the drink she hadn't noticed before. As soon as she's finished swallowing his offering, his tongue is in her mouth like a chaser, and he explores every last inch, deepening the kiss with a hand fisted into her long hair to tilt her head just right for his exploration of her mouth. That dangerous free hand of his swats her ass playfully, which makes her gasp into the kiss.
Their tongues battle for dominance she knows she's not going to win, but her attempts are rewarded with a firm buck of his hips against hers and another squeeze and massage of her ass. She moans loud enough to break their make-out session and immediately turns a deep shade of red once she's met with his ardent, searing amber eyes. His hands caressing her hips and thighs, thumbs gently brush between her legs and make her shudder at the brief contact. “You like that?” His question obviously has a double meaning; that cocky smirk he wears burns through her like a wildfire that makes her grind against his hardened length a little quicker.
She starts bouncing on his clothed erection, and he groans in response, his hips flexing up to meet hers, though at a far less hurried pace. The very expression of sin stares her down as he waits for an answer, and it electrifies every nerve in her body. It's a look that screams of his desire to lay her out and make her body fall apart at his command, and it makes her throb in anticipation. “Yeah~ it was so good~ The drink was nice too~” She manages to answer through heated laughter, wrapping her arms around his neck and pushing herself flush against him. “Would love some more~” Her tone is sultry, grinding circles against him while she makes sure she's pressed firmly against that thick length she's desperate to feel buried deep inside her pulsing walls.
He grunts out hot puffs of air as he holds her hips and lets his head rest against hers, guiding her into a rhythm in time with his unhurried movements. “Take your time, baby, we've got all night.” His husky whisper in her ear sends shivers down her spine, and soon she slows back to his pace as her wet heat bears down onto him while they grind against each other. “More of what, sweetheart? Tell me what you want.” His voice drops, deep and licentious as he murmurs against her lips, teasing her with what he knows she's craving most. His hands wait on the hem of her top, just itching to remove the fabric from her gorgeous body.
She braces herself on his shoulders as she moves, panting hot breath across his faintly flushed cheeks while he continues to stare into her soul with eyes that glow like fire, heated and intense. It makes her clench in excitement, growing wetter by the second. The sound of their clothes rubbing fills the silence as she struggles to summon the words she wants to say; all she can manage are soft moans until he lands another quick slap against her ass, it's enough to make her gasp and draw the words from her lips. “M-More of you~ God I want m-more of you~” As soon as she answered, he crushed his lips into hers, before removing both her top and bra from her form in one swift motion and discarding them carelessly to the floor.
“Good girl.” His praise is music to her ears; it grips her heart and makes it skip a beat. He slips a hand between her thighs to stroke her through her pants, and he grins a devilish smile that takes her breath away. “Are you always this wet for me? God, you really can't get enough of this dick, can you? Already makin’ a mess on my pants, you're so desperate for me to fuck you.” He pulls his hand away and shows her his fingers glistening with her arousal. “Barely did anythin’ to you, and you're drenched.” He shamelessly licks his hand clean before he reaches for his drink and reclines back against the couch, tucking his other arm behind his head. “Oh, I'll give it to you, but you gotta wait till I finish my drink, don't want it going to waste.”
He takes a deliberately small sip from his glass, and she whimpers in frustration, grinding down against him harder in an attempt to spur him on, but he seems unaffected. “P-Please?~” She pouts, her hands have fallen to his abdomen, where she starts tracing the ridges of hard muscle through his top. He takes another tiny drink, purposely milking it, and he sits unwavering with his eyes on her and the way her chest moves as she starts bouncing once more. “Y-You can drink it wh-while you fuck me~” She laughs, moaning as she strokes herself with his rock-hard length, feeling him twitch as she moves.
“So now you're tellin’ me what I can do?” He clicks his tongue, toying with her further by holding his glass by the rim and swirling the liquid. He pretends to consider her suggestion, a thoughtful hum with his next minuscule sip. “I'll tell you what, I might be swayed if you do somethin’ for me.” He watches her eyes light up at his proposition, ready to give whatever he's asking. He places a large hand on her thigh. “If you put on a good enough show for me while I'm finishin’ my drink, I'll give you this dick all night. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?” He gives an encouraging squeeze, and her face blooms a brilliantly bright red at his implication.
She freezes and stares at him. The sultry look he gives her is like a finger beckoning her to him, and she's drawn in like a moth to a flame. “A show?~” She slowly slides off his lap, wearing a confidence she only found in his presence. “You wanna watch me touch myself?~” Her hands were already trailing slowly down her chest, locking eyes with him while she teased her nipples with her fingers. “Like this?~” One hand glides down her stomach, fingertips feather light along her heated skin, before she starts stroking herself through her pants. She moans softly, massaging her breast and rolling her stiff nipple between thumb and index finger.
He smirks as he watches her, mesmerized and following her every move. He sets his cup down only to start lifting his top inch by inch, turning the tables on her in the process, as now her eyes are waiting with glimmering hunger for that muscular form to be bare to her. Stroking herself a little quicker as more of him is exposed, bucking against her hand and pinching her nipple as she watches him take his sweet time. A heated laugh escapes him, amused by her reaction to the leisurely way he peeled his top off. Once it was gone, he tossed it carelessly to the floor with hers, picked up his drink, and then reclined back against the plush couch with his free arm behind his head. “Figured I'd provide a visual to help encourage you.” He takes a sip, legs spread wide invitingly, tempting her to climb aboard.
The site before her was jaw-dropping, his burly form on display for her to shamelessly gawk at while he oozes sex appeal like a God. “Fuck~” She breathes the word like oxygen betrayed her, leaving her lungs empty and needy. Her eyes are scanning every well-built line on those chiseled, defined abs that he works so hard for, and all she wants to do is worship them with everything she's made of. She makes a show of stripping the rest of her clothes, edging her pants down little by little until her obviously wet panties are revealed. Once she steps out of them, she crouches down between his legs and slithers up his body with the elegance of a trained dancer. She makes sure he feels the way her tits brush over his bulge as she drags herself along, which makes him groan and buck his hips against her.
Soon, she's straddling his lap with her hands firmly planted on his shoulders.“You enjoying this, babe?~” Her hips hover over him as she undulates her body like the waves of the ocean, flipping her hair and making sure to arch her back and shake her ass before she flips around and grinds it into him, drawing a low moan from his throat. She presses her back into his chest. “Wanna watch me fuck myself for you?~” She's caressing her curves, sensually tracing up and down her body before stopping and massaging her chest. “You'll have the best view now~” Her sensual voice is a murmur against his cheek. Her eyes are on him as she slips a hand into her panties and starts stroking her dripping folds, moaning seductively as she coats her fingers in her arousal.
His gaze is lava hot, burning like melted gold as he is transfixed by her yet again. The drink he takes this time is more meaningful; the level of liquid in the glass is an indication of how she's affecting him by how much remains between his gulps. There's a look in his eye that tells of his urge to take the place of her hand and dip his fingers into that sweet warmth he knows is waiting for him. Her ass grinds his dick as she bucks her hips against her hand, making him growl under his breath. She starts thrusting two of her fingers into her tight entrance, and though her panties obscure the view, it's an alluring sight all the same. “Yeah, baby, fuck yourself for me just like that. Bet you're wishin’ that was me instead, huh? You imaginin’ me fuckin’ that pretty little pussy of yours? Buryin’ myself deep and makin’ you scream my name?” His timbre is dark and husky, and when his gruff whisper greets her ear, it sends shivers down her spine.
His half-gone drink leaves his grip yet again before he takes the waistband of her panties, hooking his thumbs inside and slowly dragging them down her legs. “Let's get these off so I can see you better.” She complies and assists him in removing the fabric. She moans louder when he leans forward to remove the garment, as the action makes her thrust deeper when her hand is pushed between her and his lap. “Yeah, that's much better. Now show me how you want me to fuck you.” His low grumble makes her clench against herself as it rolls through her like thunder, awakening every nerve in her body. He draws her closer and leans back against the couch with his hands on her hips and his eyes on her fingers growing wetter as she moves, chin resting on her shoulder so he can watch her better. He traces the shell of her ear with his tongue and nips the lobe, making her groan and sigh blissfully.
She slips a third finger into her slick heat, pumping as deep as she can reach, riding those digits as her hips buck roughly against her hand. “F-Fuck~ I want you deep.~” Her pace quickens, and she's about to slip her other hand down to toy with her throbbing clit until he beats her to it, sliding his thick fingers between her drenched lips and rubbing tight, controlled circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves that make her moan that much louder. His other hand grips and massages her breasts in alternating sessions of pinching her nipples and squeezing the supple mounds as they sway with her movements. His lips and teeth mark her from her shoulder to her neck, biting the lobe of her ear to encourage her to continue. “I need you in me to the hilt, want you rough and slow, wanna feel you all night as I cum endlessly for you.~ Please baby, I need you~ Wanna cum all over that thick cock as you fuck me the way no one else ever could~”
His hips buck against her ass when she grinds back down against him as she continues fucking her slender fingers; he's grunting in rough pants of breath every time she's back in contact with his throbbing cock. He pulls his hands away from her to grab her by the hips and spin her around in his lap to face him before he picks up his cup off the table, stirring the liquid with the cinnamon stick as he watches her. “That’s right, I'm the best dick you've ever had.” His timbre is sinful, touched, and clearly affected by her wanton display. He laughs, and it's a deeply pleased sound, a dangerously dark rumble that rattles her down to her bones, making her tremble as she thrusts up into her soaking hole with an urgent pace. He takes the stick from his glass and lets it drip down over one of her breasts, then he dips it back in and lets the liquid run down the other.
The final time he repeated this, he held it between her breasts and let the cider trail down her stomach and inevitably between her legs. “Fuck, you've been such a good girl, gonna give you a reward, would you like that?” He groans against her skin as he slowly licks up the sweet concoction, starting from her pierced navel, toying with the blue droplet charm by lapping at it and watching it shake, which makes them both chuckle softly in amusement. His hot breath heaves against the dampness his tongue leaves behind, and it makes her shiver. “Bury my face in that sweet cunt and eat you like a starved man, bet you'd enjoy that, huh?” She moans loudly in response, feeling herself flutter around her fingers as her core pulses. Her free hand has taken his place, toying with her engorged clit while he gropes and massages her firm ass. He continues his journey up her body as he languidly cherishes the garnish to his future meal, his tongue swirls around her pert nipple to clean the tart residue of the drink before he sucks the bud between his lips and makes damn sure there's nothing left when he pulls away to reciprocate the other side, which makes her arch into his mouth that grins around her tit.
His teeth graze her nipple, and she finally verbalizes her answer. “Yes~ Gods yes~” She's been building that pressure in her gut for what feels like forever, slowly inching herself to the edge, which she gets closer to with every soft grunt he makes as she bucks against him. “W-Wanna cum on your tongue~” She’s panting and squirming desperately against her hands while he leaves hot and hungry open-mouth kisses back down between her breasts and over her abdomen, sinking his teeth in and leaving blossoming red marks all along his path that he pays extra mind to soothe with his warm tongue. She gasps and fucks herself with desperate thrusts each time his canines catch her flesh, feeling that tension about to snap despite trying so hard to hold out. “Sh-Shit, ‘bout to c-cum~ Kensei I'm gonna cum~” She moans loudly when she hits her sweet spot, nearly losing it then and there, but she slows down just enough to keep it at bay. She doesn't want to come yet, as she would much rather it be him who brings her to that high. Not because she'd be embarrassed by fucking herself to climax for his entertainment, she just knows only he can scratch that deep itch she needs saited, and it would be an unsatisfying experience to cum on her own even if his watchful eyes ignite her desires like a struck match burns a candle wick.
He takes her hand from her clit and brings it to his lips to lick and suck her fingers clean. The sight makes her nearly lose it once more as his mouth and tongue work those slick digits with such obvious desire to have something else in his mouth, that she's sure this is what it feels like whenever he watches her suck him off. Their eyes connect while he shamelessly fucks his mouth with her fingers, and she feels a jolt down her spine. “Damn, baby, you taste good.” His raspy compliment comes as he allows her hand to retreat, she absentmindedly draws her fingers into her lips and makes a show of thrusting them into her own mouth before she attempts to stroke her throbbing clit once more. He stops her, then grabs her hips before he maneuvers them both into a new position; he's lying flat on the couch with his head propped on the armrest, and he's positioned her so that her dripping pussy is hovering inches from his hungry lips. “You ‘bout to cum? Then cum for me, pretty girl.” He's nipping and sucking marks into her thighs as he murmurs those words in a rough whisper. He growls against her skin when she scratches her nails along his scalp with her free hand, the feeling electrifying to him.
He spreads her open and trails his tongue briefly over her clit, then down to thrusting fingers where he slits his tongue between wet appendages teasingly before he returns his attention to the erect bundle of nerves taunting him to draw it between his lips. He ignores the immediate urge to do so in favor of circling it with the tip of his tongue, teasing her further before he buries his face between her soaking wet folds and sucks harshly, which makes her moan loudly. She continues to thrust her fingers deep and massage that sensitive spot inside that makes her lurch forward as her release quickly approaches. “C’mon, sweetheart, give it to me, let me taste you.” He cautiously nips her clit before he continues lavishing it with urgent sucks and feverish laps of his tongue, shaking his head rapidly as he works her closer to the edge.
She huffs out curses and praises with each hot breath that leaves her lungs, her hips roll forward to grind against his mouth as she grips his hair tightly, drawing a hiss and deep growl around her clit, which sets a blaze in every nerve in her body to rage like a wildfire. “Oh, that's so-so good~ Fuck you're so g-good~ Gonna c-cum all over your ha-handsome f-face~” The words leave her lips in a fit of heated laughter, moaning enthusiastically and shamelessly when he groaned into her throbbing pussy. The two quickly fell into a synchronized rhythm of her keeping pace with his hungry lips devouring her wholly, using her fingers and grinding movements until finally she fell apart and came, hard, screaming his name so loud the neighboring quarters may have heard. Her hips freeze when he grips them tight to halt her movements, and he works her through her high, furiously licking and sucking without seemingly any ending in sight. Her fingers fall from her core, leaving her feeling empty and hollow.
Kensei slows to an eventual stop, allowing both of them to catch their breath and recover. Rough hands tenderly caress her hips and thighs, and she trembles beneath the touch. He plants careful kisses along her inner thighs as he keeps eye contact with her breathless smile. “Fuck yeah, you taste so damn good, think I'll have seconds, thirds, hell maybe even more than that. Feelin’ really hungry right now. You up for that, pretty girl? Can you keep givin’ it to me?” His timbre is deep and bass-like, severely touched with desire and need. He busies his lips and teeth with the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, switching between them with sharp bites and burning kisses that sear her already heated flesh, and with each connection of pointed teeth, she gasps and grips his hair tighter. He's tortuously slow in his ascent to her dripping heat, and he holds her hips tighter as she attempts to grind against his face. He tuts and shoots her a stern glare. “You know the rules, baby, gotta use that pretty mouth of yours to answer me, or I don't do anything.” His teeth sink into her tender skin impatiently, holding on with enough pressure to make it sting.
She gasps at the sharp sensation of his prolonged bite; it shocks her system, still sensitive from her orgasm, and sets forth new flames to scorch her nerves. Pleasure and pain flood her senses, and she returns his gaze with lidded eyes heavy with her desperate thirst for him, sighing deeply as endorphins flood her system when he releases his grip and lavishes the fresh mark with his tongue. “Y-Yes.~” It's a short answer, her hands grip his wrists and squeeze when his tongue barely traces her outer lips as if he was expecting more from her reply. “Shit!~ T-Take as m-much as you w-want~ Wanna give you everything I can~” She watches a wicked grin form from beneath her, and before she can even blink, he’s flipped her and tucked her into the corner of the couch with his broad shoulders keeping her legs spread wide as he settles between her thighs.
“That's what I wanna hear, good girl.” He praises her in a tone that's thick, roughly sweet, and dripping with lust. He doesn't waste a second, alternating open-mouthed kisses and snaps of teeth between her delicate inner thighs before he's face to face with her dripping pussy spread fully and proudly on display for his insatiable appetite to devour without hesitation. “Watch me eat your juicy cunt like it's my last meal, don't look away or I'll stop. Understood?” He speaks firmly, but there’s a sinfulness dripping off of everything he says, which makes his voice sound low and husky. He's pleased when she breathes out her answer, and it's not a second later that he's eagerly stroking her wet folds with his tongue, fingers circling her slick entrance teasingly while he flicks the tip over her clit in rapid strikes, which makes her moan and attempt to grind against him. Her futile attempt is met with teasing laughter as he sucks that tender bundle of nerves between his lips. At the same time, he pushes three fingers deep into her core.
His assault on her senses is blinding, quick, and sloppy are his lips and tongue as they relentlessly assail her clit. Experience guides his fingers to exactly where she needs him most, and it makes her scream out his name when he drives her over the edge faster than she can even register. Her climax hits her hard, and she feels herself coating his face in her arousal, eyes glued to him, watching as she squirts all over him and as it drips down his chin. She finds purchase in his sweat-slicked mohawk, fingers gripping tightly as he continues working her over from the inside and out. She's never spectated like this before, and it's oddly arousing to her, especially when his darkened amber eyes lock with hers and she can see the pleased grin his lips can't display. It's both erotic and tender at the same time, and it makes her heart flutter.
He moves relentlessly, making her body quake as he easily takes her through another equally powerful climax that makes her nails scratch against his scalp and him growl rabidly into her core, which barrels through her body like a freight train, rattling her from head to toe as the thunderous sound rocks her down to her bones. He pulls away briefly to breathe, and she witnesses his lips glistening with her; sticky threads of saliva and her arousal break as he pants against her core, the hot huff of air makes her shiver. “So messy.” He mutters against her quivering pussy, pulling his fingers out of her in favor of patting her soaked heat, which makes her tremble at the sensation. “But the best meals always are, right, sweetheart? Gotta make sure I clean my plate in appreciation.” Her face blooms in a dark shade of red that adds to his amusement. His laughter is deep as it bellows through the room.
He thrusts his fingers back inside her deeply and sets back to business, devouring her like a madman. It's animalistic how he takes her and roughly laps at her engorged clit before sucking and nibbling it, drawing moan after breathless moan from parted lips. She's clenching hard around his thick digits and drawing him in for as much of him as he can give, feeling him slamming into that sweet spot and sending her over the edge yet again in another powerful release that she watches flood over his cheeks and down his neck to the couch below. She sings his praises while his name leaves her throat like a chant, all the while she watches him continue with relentless devotion to his task of absolutely ruining her. It's not just him at work she's eyeing; it's how his whole body is flexing and tense as he keeps her open, his hips bucking into the couch slowly to no doubt bring himself relief, and the way he's watching her view herself come undone under his ministrations.
She pulses and shakes as he keeps her in a state of perpetual bliss, and she's starting to find it more difficult to both watch and even harder to look away. It feels like he's been between her thighs for hours with how many times he's made her fall apart, and yet he keeps going like he really is starving. Her eyes have teared up, though gleefully, and she's so sensitive that just his breath makes her tremble. His head shakes, his fingers twist and stroke her sweet spot, the sounds of her continuous moans and his wet slurping noises stoke the fire burning seemingly unyieldingly, and it's all too much. “Sh-Sh-Shit~, made me cum so-so m-m-much~” Her words are carried through airy, euphoric laughter as he rocks her body yet again for what must be the millionth time since he's buried himself between her drenched folds. “F-F-Fuck!~ K-Kensei, b-baby, l-l-last one~ N-N-Need t’breathe~” She struggles to draw oxygen into her lungs, but continues her hiccuping giggle fit anyway. He gives an affirmative grunt and carries her through this last climax, slowing down and stopping when he's satisfied she's been thoroughly fucked by his mouth and fingers.
He lets her out of his hold only temporarily to adjust and draw her up into his lap, watching her struggle to grab a nearby box of tissues from the side table as he hoists her against him. He brushes the hair from her face before he starts a soft, soothing massage at the base of her neck, which was no doubt sore from how it had been positioned. “Good job not lookin’ away.” He kisses her forehead, now gliding his hand down her back as he provides some much-needed affection. She shivers under the touch and sighs blissfully. “Did you enjoy it?” His other hand plucks a soft tissue from the box and rubs away the small amount of tears that had gathered, caressing her cheeks carefully.
Immediately when Mizuyo catches her breath, she takes one of the kleenex and starts cleaning his face of her juices, blushing madly as she does so. She takes a moment to think about the experience of watching herself being eaten out, and she couldn't deny the excitement it brought her. “It was…Interesting? Yeah, something about it was, erotic as hell.” She's wiping his face tenderly, feeling a sort of sheepishness crawl under her skin. “God, you're soaked, I thought you might drown down there.” She huffs light-heartedly, a chuckle escaping her despite her best efforts. There's a small part of her that feels bad for making such a mess of him, even though she knows that he most definitely enjoyed himself despite it.
“At least I'd have died a happy man.” He grins at her and chuckles, making her slap his chest playfully and groan. He laughs louder and kisses the back of her hand before letting her get back to work, savoring the soft touch of the paper against his still smoldering cheeks. Moreso, he’s relishing in the gentle way she cares for him, how lovingly she's looking at him, and the fact that she enjoyed the new experience. She might be flustered, but he knows her well enough to tell if she was truly uncomfortable with the situation. “If I'd have known my food was gonna be so messy, I'd have worn a bib.” He teases and snorts an amused sound, brushing his knuckles along her spine.
“Jesus, Kensei! God!” She croaks loudly and buries herself against his bare chest, nuzzling in to quell her stinging cheeks. She's met with more mirthful laughter that shakes his form; meanwhile, she feels a twang of awkwardness settle into her stomach. She knows she shouldn't be, it's not like she hasn't done this with him before, but maybe actually watching it happen made her realize just how much he takes from her. “Kinda feel bad about it.” She mutters, relaxing against his radiating warmth, and she feels his head rest on hers as he pulls her tighter.
“Why feel bad, sweetheart? I fuckin’ love it when you make a mess of me, tells me I'm doin’ you right.” He plants a firm kiss on her head as he reassures her, combing fingers through her long hair. She seems to accept his affirmation, feeling her smile against him and melting into him further. “Atta girl, no need to be embarrassed. Next time, I promise to wear a snorkel.” He couldn't help but rib her once more; his words pulled her away from his chest to butt her head against his gently, but both of them were laughing and soon exchanging affectionate kisses as he lifted her off the couch and began to walk off with her legs around his waist as he carried her effortlessly. “C’mon, gonna grab us a couple of bottles of water, then we're gonna finish what we started.”