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[Wise, are you busy?]
[Miyabi? What is it? Also no, I'm not busy.]
[I want to see you again.]
[And I you. Wanna come to the video store? Belle will be out shopping for a few hours.]
[I've got a better idea. Meet me at these coordinates as soon as you can. See you soon.]
That was the text exchange Wise had with the ever-quiet yet endlessly endearing Hoshimi Miyabi. Naturally his curiosity was piqued, even moreso when she refused to answer any further messages – leaving it up to him whether or not he went to the meeting spot to meet her.
Thus with no other option he locked up shop, put Eous in charge of security, left a note for Belle and then headed off. The location was in an odd spot where it was a lengthy trip but not so far that it warranted using the car so he went on foot, walking at a brisk but not rushed pace down the darkening streets of New Eridu. The sun set early in winter and by eight o'clock at night the sky was pitch-black and raining with a slow meandering rain of snowflakes, forming the tiniest amount of snow on the ground where they landed.
Wise smiled ruefully at the sight, memories of making snowmen and throwing snowballs with Belle coming to mind – though he was quick to banish them as he crossed the road, making sure to look both ways. He reached the other side uninjured as did his fellow citizens; the thrum of voices a constant as multiple shoppers talked with one another, a group of kids whined and begged their mother for something, an elderly couple nattered about dinner; there was a serenity to be found in the busyness of the city and its peoples.
However he didn't allow himself to be distracted, his gaze flitting up to the street signs to be sure before he carried on down the main road. Cars roared by with the slightest crinkle of cracking sleet, the smell of exhaust faint but enough to make his nose scrunch in displeasure; his hand coming up to discreetly cover it as another car blew by. Though it helped slightly walking around with a hand over his nose felt silly, and after another car drove past he resigned himself to just holding his breath each time one neared. Which was every few seconds.
'I wonder what Belle is buying right now...?' His gifts, probably; she wasn't as subtle as she liked to think. This was one of the few times she went shopping alone, not even taking Eous with her. With Christmas only weeks away the reason was plainly obvious.
It would be comical if they ran into each other on the main street, but for better or worse as he neared his turn-off point he didn't catch a glimpse of Belle through the sparse crowds. Unbothered by that he took a left down another street, then a right and a left, followed by a long walk down Boo Avenue. Named as such for its Bangboo stores, yes, but also a popular spot on Halloween because of its name. And because the hanging archways were kinda ominous.
Stifling a smile Wise took a left, turning down not a main street but a smaller, narrower side-street – though to call it that was generous. Barely wide enough for two people to walk it hosted only a selection of smaller, more modest stores like a hairdresser's and a tiny bookstore he heard about on Inter-Knot. The buzz of the neon lights was audible as he walked under them, glows of green and pink washing over him as he walked further away from the light of the main street and into somewhere that felt decidedly shadier.
A turn to the right brought him into another narrow walkway, more shops waiting with a couple standing outside what looked like a bar, smoking. They eyed him as he passed but he played it dumb, simply smiling and nodding before keeping his eyes straight ahead. Definitely a seedier part of town, though he didn't judge.
The side-street turned to the left, but rather than another street waiting for him he found a motel. Small and modest with a tiny car park in front of it, it was surrounded on all sides by buildings to form the centre of the block, with only a narrow road to let cars in or out. The place had certainly seen better days too; the parking lot had cracks in the asphalt and one of the street lights wouldn't turn on, the area was quiet as if not super popular and the whole place had this vibe of some place that wasn't nearly as well-used as one might hope.
Still Miyabi had directed him here and so he ventured forth, crossing the parking lot at a modest pace. No sooner did he do that did he get a text, tempting him to pull his phone out.
[You're here, good. I'm up on the second floor, door six.]
Short, clipped and to-the-point. Very Miyabi, he could only think with a wry smile. Nonetheless he made his way over to the right side of the building where the stairs were, ascending the aged concrete up to the second floor's walkway. Only seven doors laid along its length so it wasn't hard to find the door with the number '6' printed on it in rusted gold; the paint flecking off to reveal the plain metal beneath. There was a double window just to the right of the door as with all the others, but aside from some frost covering the pane he couldn't see anything, courtesy of the cream-coloured curtains pulled over them.
With no other option he rapped his knuckles on the door-
And, almost immediately, it opened.
Revealing Miyabi.
''There you are...''
Pale fluorescence stretched out of the open doorway courtesy of the room's sole overhead light, the pale hue illuminating Miyabi clear as day. Red was the colour of her Santa-themed hat and jacket, the latter draped over her shoulders and with arms in the sleeves yet the top completely unbuttoned, leaving nothing to hide her bare belly nor her chest from view, the latter clad only in a distinctly lacy black bra that did little to hide her cleavage. Black pantyhose clad her legs and without a skirt to speak of he could see the outline of her underwear through it easily, the light drawing his attention to not only how soft her thighs looked, but her thigh-gap that further emphasised her figure.
''M... Miyabi...'' Wise breathed, stunned.
So stunned that he was helpless to resist Miyabi as she grabbed his collar and yanked him inside. He stumbled his way in and no sooner had she slammed the door shut did she push him up against it – and then she was kissing him. His eyes widened at her vigour but fluttered shut only a second later; a soft groan escaping him as he settled his hands on her hips and held her close, reciprocating the deep, impassioned kiss wholeheartedly.
It lasted only seconds before Miyabi broke it off, a small breath punctuating the end of it. Still it left them both panting lightly and without missing a beat Wise raised his hand to cup her cheek, feeling its warmth compared to his palm's cold. If Miyabi minded she didn't say so; her eyes closing as she nuzzled his open palm like she'd been craving his touch, such was her passion. It made him smile wryly, his other hand settling on her lower back.
''I missed you.'' Miyabi murmured then.
''I missed you too.'' He replied, honest. Between their work lives and the necessity of keeping their relationship private, meetings were few and far between.
Perhaps it was that longing, then, that made Miyabi grip his collar once more and pull him down – her soft, slim lips crashing up against is in a deep kiss that intoxicated him thoroughly, his mind bereft of higher thought as he simply pulled his lover close and kissed her in return. Not a word escaped her, not even a hum, but the way she pressed her body up against his spoke louder than words ever could, her yearning for him bordering on a craving.
The need to breathe forced them apart then, gasps punctuating the quiet before Miyabi stole another kiss, quicker this time. The second she pulled away though Wise went on the offensive – catching her with a kiss that drew a moan out of Miyabi, his hands running up her slim waist and caressing up her back, slowing only when he felt the back of her bra and gliding his hands back down. His right barely grazed her hip before Miyabi reached down and grasped it, holding it for a solid second before guiding it back up and around until his palm was pressing against the cup of her bra.
''Wise, I need you...'' Miyabi breathed against his chin, nails running between his knuckles in silent askance.
He squeezed. The bra muted his touch somewhat but just feeling his slight squeeze made Miyabi shudder; her ears flattening atop her head as the sinful pleasure satisfied her. Wise didn't tease her over it; arousal trembling through his veins as he stole a chaste kiss before bending down to kiss her neck. She trembled on the first and moaned on the second, her fingers running up through his hair and tangling into it as he pressed his lips into her flesh.
The temptation to bite, to mark, was there – but he didn't. Not out of fear the marks would be seen but because her skin was so smooth, so unblemished that it felt wrong to mark it, even as he gently ran his teeth over her shoulder. No he kept such desires to himself, his lips pressing instead in a kiss, one that formed a chain down her shoulder and to her chest. He kissed the top of her right breast unashamedly, his hands gliding down to grab her ass with both hands as he pressed his face into her tits, kissing with intoxicated passion and earning a soft, laboured groan from Miyabi herself, her grip on his hair tightening and relaxing and he smooched her tits.
Until with a tug she pulled him up, and crashed her lips against his. He groaned into it, giving her ass a squeeze before running his palms up her sides and caressing the small of her back, sending a shiver through Miyabi that made him smile. She drew back from the kiss at that, red-faced and panting, though no glare or annoyance was to be found. Just half-lidded eyes full of carnal need.
A need shown as Miyabi dropped to her knees before him.
Wise shivered but didn't stop her – not that he could. Her nimble hands grasped his belt an undid it in record time, nearly ripping the buckle off in her haste and unzipping his pants with similar vigour. Both his pants and boxers fell with a harsh tug and his steadily-hardening cock flopped against her nose – prompting her to push her face against it, groaning as if just feeling his dick against her face was a turn-on.
It certainly was for him.
Miyabi pulled back then, staring at his cock, then him – and then she kissed the underside. Warmth coloured her cheeks red but lust was stronger than embarrassment, clearly, as she kissed again, then again. Each little kiss perked his dick up more, his blood pumping up his shaft as she kissed the underside and grasped the top in her right hand, stroking him off as her kisses became deeper and more impassioned he harder he became.
Culminating in a long lick up the underside, guiding her mouth up to his tip – before her soft slim lips captured his tip. He grunted; the sound melting into a deeper groan as Miyabi accepted more of him inside, the wet warmth of her mouth a welcome reprieve from the mild air. She settled her left hand on his thigh and curled her other around the base of his shaft, stroking up when she pulled back and descending down when her mouth did; pleasuring his full length and maintaining eye contact while she did so.
''Hnf, Miyabi...'' Wise groaned her name out.
It made her ears flatten atop her head, a low, almost needy moan arising from her throat. Her tongue swirled around his tip and he hissed in pleasure as it did so; slick and lubed with saliva as it traced around his bulbous tip, nearly electrifying him with the sensation. He rested his right hand atop her head and pressed her Santa hat against her hair, gently pulling her down and groaning as she did so; enveloping him in her warm wet mouth.
Miyabi wasn't new to blowjobs though and it showed; her slender lips sandwiching his manhood between them as she sensually sucked back up to the tip only to dive right back down a second later, bobbing her head with a horny kind of passion. One that he could feel in her hands as she held his thighs; leaving his cock unhanded and giving more room for her mouth to work, every bob of her head pushing her down deeper and deeper, his tip nearly grazing the back of her throat but never more than that.
It didn't hurt either that kneeling before him gave him an arousing view of her chest; her ample breasts still faintly wet from where he kissed, the fluorescent light overhead glinting across the miniscule speckles. Miyabi clearly noticed where his eyes went as she popped her lips off for a second; panting against his cock and subtly pushing her chest out a bit more, her face darkening to crimson as she did so.
Right before taking him back between his lips and nearly throating him.
''Hng- ah...'' Wise put his back to the door, panting hard. ''M-Miyab- mn...''
The fox-girl hummed, tilting her head so his cock-head poked her cheek – bulging it out slightly while her tongue assaulted his length with ravenous licks and lashes, smearing her spit all over his member before she leaned back and continued to blow him. There was a subtle haste to her motions that only grew by the suck, the sticky noises populating the quaint interior of the hotel room alongside his breathy grunts and groans; the latter only becoming more prominent the more she sucked him off.
When with a hot exhale she popped her lips off; leaning back and panting lightly as she did so. Wise didn't even try to restraint his breathy groan, lust throbbing up his aching member as Miyabi stood – and in the heat of the moment he pulled her in and stole a kiss, one that left her humming into the kiss. Only seconds passed before she put her palm against his shoulder and broke it off, staring at him with those enchanting ruby eyes of hers for several seconds before stepping back, catching his collar and pulling him along.
Straight to the bed. A double and with only plain cream-coloured sheets Wise barely glanced at it before Miyabi flopped back onto it, her eyes never leaving his and her heavy breathing doing wonders to emphasise her chest in that moment. The sound of shifting cloth though lured his eyes down to her loins, watching bewitched as she pressed her silken thighs together then spread them apart slightly; just enough to invite him between them.
''Wise...'' Miyabi breathed out with bashful eyes, ''I need you...''
It was enough. His hands palmed along her thighs and spread them, preluding the grip he got on her pantyhose – and Miyabi's blush darkened as he ripped a hole in the crotch seam, exposing the lacy garments she wore beneath. Garments that he tucked aside, his fingertips brushing along sticky flesh as he revealed her pussy; already slightly wet as if sucking him off was enough of a turn-on for her.
The invitation was clear as day and without delay Wise pushed between her legs, his left hand supporting his weight and his right guiding him in, his tip pressing against her entrance and flitting up her slit – the failed penetration wet and making Miyabi moan softly. He repeated the motion, shuddering as his sensitive tip glid along her folds, her nectar oozing such was her excitement, her need palpable in how she opened her legs further for him, asking for it, begging for it-
''Ah~!''
-and he gave it. Slick, honeyed heat swallowed his cock and Wise groaned as he sheathed himself deep inside of his lover – over half fitting in on the first thrust, though he was quick to pull back. Her pussy tightened around him and on instinct alone he pushed right back in, feeling her insides part then clamp tightly around him, the possessive grip of her pussy rapturous and sapping him of any and all wit.
As did Miyabi's husky whine; lips pursing and brow scrunched as she rode out the initial discomfort. Discomfort that faded in mere seconds as her ruby eyes cracked open, gazing up at him with unabashed lust and extending her hand to him – tempting him to catch it, pinning it to the quilt. Her nails dug into his knuckles and a husky moan fled Miyabi as he rutted into her once more, stuffing his throbbing member into her deepest parts and finally filling her to completion, their bodies quaking in that brief moment of union.
''Myn, W-Wise~'' Miyabi moaned out, voice tapering to a peak and breaking into a shuddering sigh, her other hand slipping under his and holding onto it. ''More...''
More Wise gladly gave, grunting his assent and picking up the pace – pumping himself between her slick petals and sheathing himself in her moist tunnel, every thrust nearly overstimulating after her earlier blowjob. Just remembering it made his cock throb against her clasping inner walls, his length gleaming with her spit and juices as he buried it between her folds and kissed her innermost parts, the slick noises that escaped their connected parts joined by the creak of the cheap bed.
Alongside with Miyabi's low, hot moans; each breathier than the last as he slid himself into her, filling her up with every rock of his waist. Her syrupy tunnel squeezed and gripped his member relentlessly, the sensation so intense he could hardly focus on anything else. Lust though compelled his right hand out of her left; darting across and groping her plump breast through her bra, his rough squeezes extracting spasm of pleasure out of Miyabi.
''Not often you wear a bra.'' Wise couldn't help but tease, his voice made breathy from the exertion. ''Usually you go with, mn, a sarashi.''
''I-It just felt more appropriate, that's- mn, that's all...!'' Miyabi panted back.
Wise smiled wryly, his breathing fast as he leaned down – and Miyabi moaned into the inevitable kiss. She hooked her hand around his nape to keep it going and wrapped her legs around his waist; leg-locking him with a tightness that refused to let him even consider pulling out. The lack of a condom was acutely apparent, too; her sopping walls pressing in around his member and daring him to cum inside of her, to pump the fox Thiren full of his seed and make a mess inside of her.
He resisted the thought, grunts of effort arising from his throat as he pumped himself into her, the sinful smacks of flesh ringing out so loud he wouldn't be surprised if the neighbours heard – a thought swiftly chased away as Miyabi yanked him back down, stealing a kiss that lasted barely a second, her high-pitched moan spilling against his chin and her eyes screwing tightly shut. Her pussy tightened, her thighs locked tighter against his hips, her breaths grew rasping; hastening his thrusts as he hammered himself into Miyabi with a moan of his own.
''M-Miyabi, I'm- ah- cra-!''
He didn't get the final syllable out before he peaked; eyes screwing shut as he bottomed out in Miyabi – and he moaned as he erupted inside of her; a week's worth of load released inside of her clenching womanhood. The sharp cry it got out of the Thiren just made him press into her more; nearly grinding into her sex as he shot his seed into her, every throb of his cock preluding the next dollop of semen that splattered across her quivering insides and willing womb.
Gasping Wise kept rocking his hips, grinding into his lover until his hips refused to move. Even then he weakly humped her, each movement slower than the last until he came to an unsteady stop – his rapid breathing matched by Miyabi's own. Her ruby eyes fluttered open, lidded yet radiating such satisfaction he shivered, intimately aware of her fingers as they left his nape and trailed down his collar.
''You never disappoint.'' Miyabi breathed dazedly.
Wise wasn't the only one to blush in the aftermath of that statement. Nor was he the only one aroused; his lips twitching up into a smile before he pressed his lips against hers, savouring the lip contact even as he pulled out – the kiss breaking off when he pulled back. Miyabi though followed; sitting up on one hand and reaching out for him, not resisting as he took her by the waist and helped her up to her feet, another kiss pausing their movements.
They parted with a shared breath, eyes locked, when an idea came to Wise. One that made him smile and take Miyabi by the hand, pulling his lover the short few steps away from the bed and to the curtain-covered windows – a tug prying one aside to reveal the barely-illuminating parking lot beyond, not a soul in sight.
Right before he pushed Miyabi up against it.
Scarlet hues coloured her face. ''W-Wise?''
''It's kinda exciting like this, right?'' He couldn't help but tease as he got behind her, running his hands up her waist. ''Nobody will see if we're quiet.''
A lie, technically, but he doubted many would be walking through this part of town this late at night. Miyabi though didn't lose her blush, understandably; their meeting here was supposed to be a secret and if word was to get out someone saw her getting fucked against a hotel window, it'd be a scandal that could cause considerable trouble.
Yet it was very telling that Miyabi didn't say no, nor try to move – a low, shuddering breath fleeing the fox Thiren as she bent over more, her bra-clad chest up against the frosted glass and her ass sticking out towards him. He appreciated the sight, groping her rear only momentarily before shifting in close, one hand holding her hip and the other lining him up.
''Mm~!''
And then he was back in, his bulbous tip slipping between tight, gleaming lips and sheathing deep in her syrupy tunnel. The welcoming warmth felt like heaven and with naught but a groan Wise began to move; burying himself in his lover until his groin was bumping up against her ass, pushing Miyabi closer to the window.
The aforementioned Thiren looked over her shoulder at him, brow lifted in a rare submissive expression that he couldn't help but find cute – tempting him to lean in and kiss her cheek. She groaned at that, planting one hand on the glass and turning slightly; enough that he managed to steal a kiss, her moan equal parts horny and needy. The kiss ended only seconds later though and Miyabi pressed her cheek to the glass, moaning as he picked up the pace.
Desire though temped his hands up her sides; catching the open ends of her Santa jacket and pulling it back. She stuck her arms back and let him pry it off of her; tossing it to the floor and revealing the back of her bra, the latch quickly pinched and coming undone in seconds. Miyabi groaned but didn't protest, least of all when he hilted himself inside of her and grinded up against her innermost parts, her wet insides clenching around him in return.
''Wise...'' Miyabi puffed out, weak as he pried her bra off and tossed it to the floor.
Allowing her bare breasts to squash against the glass. Miyabi bit her lip but her moan spilled out all the same, the sound relished by Wise himself as he held her shoulders and picked up the pace – pumping himself into the fox Thiren with renewed passion, the carnal satisfaction of sliding into her womanhood joined by the erotic reflection of Miyabi in the window – and of course, the tantalising risk of them being seen.
The thought inspired a rare possessiveness in him; one that made him pull her back from the glass. His hands left her shoulders and he groped her breasts, feeling how cool her skin now was thanks to the glass and only enticing him to grope her more – his rough manhandling earning him a throaty moan from the Thiren, her ass pressing back against him and in turn enticing him to slam back into her, fucking the breath out of her lungs.
''Mn, like that, move like that...!'' Miyabi panted out, peeking up at him.
Wise complied with a groan, a quick thrust crashing his groin up against her ass. He caressed her breasts briefly then let his hands glide back down to her waist; pushing her up against the cold glass once more and groaning when she tightened around his throbbing member; his girth aching as he fitted himself deep inside of her; revelling in how perfectly her inner walls moulded itself to this pulsating member. The mixed fluids inside of her only made it a stickier experience; their fluids clinging to his length as he railed her with it, his tip kissing her cervix with the promise of another load.
He couldn't keep his eyes still either – soaking in her beautiful reflection, her bare shoulders, her squashed breasts, her toned back or her shapely ass still clad in torn pantyhose; the faint jiggle of her cheeks every time he rammed up against them enamouring. So much so his hands latched onto her hips and he devoted himself wholly to pounding Hoshimi Miyabi raw, losing himself in the carnal heat rising within him, pleasure a liquid that surged up his shaft faster by the thrust, the primal desire to cum inside of her rearing its temptuous head once more.
''Miyabi...!''
''Almost there...!'' She gasped in turn, clutching at the glass. ''Wise, together...!''
He endured for her – holding back for those precious few seconds, his weight crashing against her behind and her cries filling his ears, the sound of smacking flesh unignorable-!
When he spurted inside of her – his orgasm surprising even himself. Surprise turned to overwhelming pleasure and he slammed into Miyabi with a gasp, bucking his hips and grinding himself up against his lover as he ejaculated deep inside of her; intimately feeling her wet walls knead and grip his dick, squeezing the nut out of him as they copulated like animals, the risk of being seen only a turn-on in that situation.
How much time passed was impossible to tell – only that at some point his hips refused to move any further and he wrapped his arms around Miyabi's waist, groaning into her ear as he mindlessly humped her. The fox Thiren mewled in return, one hand patting his and the other tugging on the curtain, the motion haphazard and nearly pulling said curtain down.
Nonetheless he got the message – pulling out and stumbling back a step, allowing Miyabi to drag the curtain closed and remove any further risk of her flashing her tits to a stranger.
Such thoughts became distant, however, as Miyabi all but threw herself at him – sending them to the floor with her atop him, both of them panting so hard they could barely get a word out.
Only after several long moments did Miyabi succeed in doing so.
''As punishment for that... I'll be on top.''
Hardly a punishment, in Wise's humble opinion.
But he certainly didn't complain as she caught his aching, overstimulated member – and with a mutual moan began to ride him, bouncing on his dick like she'd been waiting all week to do so.
Only when they exhausted their lust would love return in full, allowing them a night of gentler intimacy...
...until physical needs returned in the morning, that is.
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