[ Hana gives her own pleased hum at the way Shiro groans for her, and much like he'd coaxed those noises out of her, she fully intends on doing the same. Which is why she runs her tongue, hot and slick, over a spot on his neck before she gives him an open mouthed kiss there--and then, like earlier, she sucks on the skin there, hard, enough to leave a mark there. Shiro wears things with high collars most of the time but any other time, maybe this will remind anyone not to mess with Hana Song, even if it won't last very long into his voyage into space.
After that, her head dips lower and she shifts along his body as she goes, lower and lower, kissing his collar bone and then his chest, and by the time she's beyond that, she's straddling his hips, feeling his hard cock between her legs. She sits up, then, pressing her hands down firmly on the ridges of muscle on his stomach, even though she's realized there's still one last thing in the way between her and Shiro. His boxer briefs. So she lets herself pull away from his body just for this moment so she can get on her knees even further down and hook her fingers into the waistband of his underwear. Tugging on it a little teasingly before she starts pulling them down slowly. ]
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After that, her head dips lower and she shifts along his body as she goes, lower and lower, kissing his collar bone and then his chest, and by the time she's beyond that, she's straddling his hips, feeling his hard cock between her legs. She sits up, then, pressing her hands down firmly on the ridges of muscle on his stomach, even though she's realized there's still one last thing in the way between her and Shiro. His boxer briefs. So she lets herself pull away from his body just for this moment so she can get on her knees even further down and hook her fingers into the waistband of his underwear. Tugging on it a little teasingly before she starts pulling them down slowly. ]