“I like it… rough,” Raph finally admitted, tension radiating from every word. Their cheeks went pinker still until their eyes shone so green that the contrast gave them a supernatural quality, as if they were some dangerous fée thing. God damn. They were staying the fuck in that hotel when Raph came to visit— as much as she would have enjoyed the flex of being seen with them, she couldn’t risk them being stolen out on the streets. Someone was going to try to sign them and send them off to Paris to model or some shit. Too lovely. Too valuable.
“Oh, good,” Yuko replied with relish. Swiftly, she bent and caught the ends of the barbells between her teeth and gave them a pronounced but carefully calibrated tug.
“FUCK. FUCK FUCK FUCK YUKO! SO FUCKING GOOD.”
Hear that, MILFs? Not only are they mine now, I know how to take good care of them. She did, too. She couldn’t read auras, but it was startlingly easy to tell exactly what Raph liked, even when they were a little reluctant to tell her themself. She decided to explore a little more. She ran her tongue lightly up and over the skin that ran between the little golden caps and Raph shivered violently. Oooh. That’s a good reaction, too. Why are they so fun to play with?
On her tongue’s next trip up, she applied significantly more pressure, first with the tip, and then, on her third pass, with the flat of her tongue. By now Raph was incoherent, and she’d forgotten to look up to check their reactions after passes two and three and now her variables were too confounded for her to know which thing made them lose the ability to speak. She’d just have to repeat the whole experiment. She did it. For science. Conclusion? It was the flat of her tongue, definitely, because they’d started babbling immediately afterwards and a slick stream of precome was now running down and over the topside of their cock. It seemed wasteful to just let it slide down their shaft, so Yuko turned herself around to catch it with her tongue, forgetting momentarily that she had a deliberately unsatisfied customer on her hands.
Like a flash, Raph’s arms shot out and grabbed her thighs, yanking her backwards against their mouth and she started to shriek in surprise, but it ended in a bit of a happy squeal that transitioned into a moan as their tongue ran over her clit. Fuck. What was she doing again? She looked down. Right! This! Reluctantly, she wriggled away from Raph so she could focus, much to their evident frustration. She arranged herself perpendicular to their torso, flat on her belly so that her ass was undraggable, breasts pressing into them just above their hip bone. She went back to work learning how to make Raph make all the undignified sounds. Holding their shaft quite firmly in one hand, she licked the slit in the tip. They huffed. She pushed the tip of her tongue just inside it. They jerked, a hand flying to the back of her head. She pushed in just a little further and they yelled her name. This was the most fun game of “hot or cold” she’d ever played, and they were both getting warmer.
Watching them from the corner of her eye, she caught the crown of their cock in her teeth and slowly bit down until she had them right at the intersection of Less! and More! She watched them writhe, delighted, feeling the fingers in her hair trembling slightly, and then, because they had been very patient, she opened her mouth and slid them in deep, letting the slick heat of her mouth and throat soothe the sting of the bite. She pulled her cheeks in, creating suction, positioned her tongue so it rubbed over their frenulum and the notch in their crown, feeling their foreskin sliding up and down under the press of her tongue, and then hearing, very clearly, what Raph thought of that sensation. They were apparently in favor, strongly.
Yuko continued sucking and stroking until the trembling spread from Raph’s fingers to the rest of them, until they were as taut as a violin string beneath her.
“Yuko,” Raph groaned, worshipfully. “Please, love.”
She paused for the briefest of moments at that, but Raph didn’t seem to notice. She doubted they were thinking much about what they were saying. It was probably just an expression. Then again, Raph. Maybe it was just an expression but it felt more… early… than incorrect or insincere. Just because you hadn’t reached a mountain yet didn’t mean you couldn’t see it off in the distance. Her distance anyway. And since they were the one who’d said it, she thought they were probably looking at the same vista. Of course, there was a lot of territory to cover between here and there, but it didn’t seem impossible to her that they would get there, which was cah-razy to even let herself think, and probably a massive jinx, but she was willing to chance it. Trying to make this whole relationship fit into any pre-existing pattern she had for relationships was a fool’s errand, and she knew it. She was just going to try and let go and see what happened next.
What needed to happen before anything else did, however, was a teeth-clattering orgasm for this beautiful creature she had in her hands. She freed a hand long enough to snag the lube and upend it in her hand, her one-handed lubrication drills coming in clutch. When she had nice, slippery fingers, she pressed two of them against their hole, and cast an eye over their face to be sure they were good with it. Raph looked to be very, very good with it, if mindlessly arching their back and stuttering “yesyesyesGODYES” was any indication. She slowly slid her fingers into their heat, pressing the pads of her fingers against the anterior wall, expertly locating their prostate and crooking her fingers to stroke it as she applied fresh suction to their cock and gave their balls a tight squeeze with just enough fingernail action to get their attention, and there.
With a hoarse exhalation, Raph’s body spasmed around her fingers and in her palm and in her mouth as they came almost violently, officially making the score three-two. She was closing the gap. A very pleasant sense of satisfaction settled over her. She could get used to this. She hopped over to the sink for a quick wash-up and then flopped down on her side next to Raph, who was still flushed and spacey and breathing hard. The sense of satisfaction deepened a little further. She could get really used to this.
“You had a good time?” she asked.
Raph made a slightly garbled sound in response that probably meant, “oh, absolutely corking, I so appreciate your solicitude and look forward to our next engagement. Yrs, Raph Cooper.”
She stroked their chest gently and kissed their cheek, taking time to appreciate the freckles on the bridge of their nose. Then she rested her head on their chest and settled in to enjoy the vibe of general peace and happiness. Then, because she was not a person who could be still for long, even when on cloud nine, a thought crossed her mind as she lazily petted them. “Could I ever tie you up? You’d look so nice all bound up in silky black rope. I’m fairly good at knots and the placement of them— my father made me be in the Boy Scouts so I could ‘learn useful skills’ and he also made me go to a night school program to learn more about Japanese language and culture. The other students forced to attend the school had a pretty healthy underground cultural education program going, and they pointed me in all the right directions: tentacle porn, skin care, anime, j-pop... Eventually, I took everything I was being forced to learn about in various settings and combined it in interesting ways. I’ve always been a sucker for efficiency. Helloooo, shibari. Thanks, fellow students! Thanks, internet! Mostly had to practice on myself, but now here you are, striking me as a person who might indulge me in reviving some old fantasies.”
Raph looked at her, respiration picking up and pupils dilating all over again. “You are perfect for me. Yes, you can tie me up. Or down. Or tie yourself up. Like, the very next time we see each other, if you want.”
“Oooh, fun. I’m starting to think maybe I am perfect for you. I mean, I learned about pottery and food and architecture and history from the Nara period to the present, too, but I have to say, the unadvertised cultural side-trips, shall we say, were my favorites. Petty revenge against the square parental tyrant and illicit pleasure, all rolled into one. Talk about efficiency. Look how well it worked out— my dad was right— I did learn useful skills and now I have my very own willing freaky person to use them on. Heaven.”
“Your own very willing freaky person. I seriously do not know how I’m going to make it to the eighth. Now, stop talking and come over on this side and let me hold you. I need a nap and if you bring up one more idea that goes straight to my dick, neither of us is going to sleep until we’re on our plane rides home.”
“Would that be so bad? Hold on, then. Let me grab my phone. I’m not a napper, I just can’t nap. I was my kindergarten teacher’s great despair. I’m happy to be a dakimakura for you, though. See? More unexpectedly useful Japanese culture knowledge! Thanks, dad! I totes got your money’s worth! Ok. I’ll shop for rope while you take your nap. Black? Green? Red? I’ll get an array. I could use two different colored ropes held together and then kind of bring the rope back through to pull them open into these really pretty diamond patterns running down your torso and over your…like a dark green and a black strand against your freckles… damn… ”
“Yuko,” Raph said in a warning tone.
“Fiiiine, I’ll stop talking about exciting, interesting things.” She snagged her phone from the floor and then clambered over them to the inside of the bed so she could be spooned up. They wrapped an arm over her waist and pulled her back against their chest, one hand, she noticed, coming to rest quite naturally between her breasts. I see you, Raph. She opened Amazon and started hunting.
Five minutes later, her phone lay abandoned, order confirmation page still glowing on the screen, as she honk-shoo-ed gently in Raph’s arms. Sleepily, Raph pressed a kiss to the top of her head, laced their fingers with hers, and then they were out, too.
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