use your mouth, just don't talk

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the oral sex meme

• comment with your character.
• respond to others
• get down and dirty, hot and wet. spell the abc's with your tongue or recite some tongue twisters. orgasms are the name of the game, and gratuitous oral sex is the name of the game!
• post picture prompts OR write starters OR whatever!
• have a grand ol' time

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akira kurusu | persona 5 | ota

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( info/permissions, cool with him giving or receiving! )

[pretresse]

[ so long as you're okay with voicetesting and no Royal spoilers? have a Makoto ]

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( makoto! ♥ sounds great to me. anything in particular you're looking for in terms of timeline, who's receiving, etc? )

[pretresse]

[ good with post-vanilla P5 and Makoto giving! just haven't gotten to third-semester content yet. ]

let me know if you want anything changed!

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[ The TV is but a distant drone, eclipsed almost entirely in his ears by puffs of breath and rustling clothes. Luckily, he doesn't have to worry about how loud they are, not when Sojiro cleared out and closed the cafe earlier for some reason or another. Part of Akira thinks he was trying to give them the privacy, but the other part really doesn't want to think about his father figure trying to help him get laid.

He should he appreciating the opportunity, though. Long distance relationships are hard—he's heard it again and again, but the truth of it didn't set in until he was missing her every day. Realistically, they wouldn't have endless time to spend together even if he did live in Tokyo. Makoto's entrance into adult life, his third year of high school... They both have a lot going on even with the Metaverse and the Phantom Thieves but a fond memory, and that just makes this weekend trips to the city that much more precious.

These moments, too. The movie he rented is long forgotten, reduced to flashes of color that light the dim attic in ever-shifting shadows. Akira admires the way they cast over Makoto's face as he leans in for a kiss, his rickety bed creaking slightly under the shift, and slips his fingers up to fiddle with the buttons of her blouse. ]

perfect!

[pretresse]

[ she needed this.

there's only so much video calls and texts can do, especially when she thinks half the time she's apologizing for talking so much about her coursework and clubs. or sounding like an advisor, as she gives too much advice about college applications and exams, when they both wanted to try and recapture some lost closeness. sometimes she worries that without the Metaverse to discuss, they will lose the one thing they had most in common. Akira tells her she worries too much. he doesn't mind - but she does.

so it started with her thanking him for being there over coffee, which she's missed like a limb; not even Sojiro prepares it the right way, knows she likes it sweeter than she admits. hands held tightly, as she recalls how thin his fingers really are. and now the cup's gone cold, the movie background noise, and Makoto's neutral lipstick sloppy over his lips.

she's said she's missed his glasses and his old haircut, easier to run her fingers through and grip. but she's missed him more, in this space and in her hands. this bed, this room, this man, his smile. she'd prepared for this, no matter how spontaneous the start had been. her lingerie is black, lacy, more expensive and racy than she's usually comfortable with. but it was worth it, to have him see her in it. to kiss the surprise off his face, having gotten one over on their fearless leader. ]

Do you like it?

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[ She knows him too well. He fumbles up the series of buttons while busy with her mouth, pulling away only when the shirt hangs loose from her shoulders, allowing a full reveal of the dark, delicate fabric. His lips part for an entirely different reason now, the intake of breath quiet and tinged with awe. ]

I would've expected more spikes, Queen.

[ As usual, he falls back on humor when his thoughts get to be too much—although this is entirely the good kind of overwhelmed. His teeth gently dent his lower lip as he reaches out to run his fingers over the intricate lace, both appreciating it and teasing her in one fell swoop.

Ugh, wait. He still owes her an actual answer. She went out of her way to do this for him despite how nervous it probably made her. His gaze flickers back up to meet hers, darkened with desire and rounded with lingering surprise. ]

You look amazing in it.

[pretresse]

[ Ann had helped her - to the extent that advice on what brands were worth the cost can be considered advice. but Makoto doesn't confess that. she wants him to be impressed. and the irony - she wants him to take it off.

but first, some blunted fingernails dig into his ribcage as punishment for his stupid comment. ]

No jokes, Joker.

[ the bed creaks in familiar ways beneath them. as she cranes into him to rip her blouse off her arms, as his legs spread to keep her balanced. but once her hands are free again, they're cradling the black crown of his head as Makoto pushes weeks of pent up stress and loneliness and ache into his mouth. a second for each moment he had been gone. a kiss for every text that had to compensate for real conversation. ]

I wanted to surprise you. [ breathless. not a surprising confession. but perhaps he'd chide her for the sheer amount of thought she'd put in to preparing. making sure her lipstick washes off easily. picking out a movie neither one of them had seen, for all the good it had come to.

some google searches. done incognito. after upping her privacy software. for techniques.

Makoto likes to think things through. Akira does too, sometimes. maybe its why this belt is so easy to unhook when her eyes and mouth are busy elsewhere. ]

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[ Another sharp inhale barely escapes the TV's audio, this one less shocked and more pleased by the subtle bite of her fingernails. It's not much of a punishment when it sets his nerves alight like that, but Akira hears the point behind it loud and clear: no more dumb commentary.

Not that there's any room for such things when she kisses him like that, stealing the breath right from his lungs. His thoughts are nothing but needy kisses and yearning touches, nothing but the tangle of her hands in his hair, nothing but her lace-covered breasts under his hands, nothing but everything he's wanted to do to her in the time they've been apart. It's all Makoto, so much so that words momentarily die on his tongue when her hands go for the buckle of his belt. ]

Congrats. [ Mission accomplished. His fingers continue to admire her surprise, cupping and massaging, pressing warmth through to skin. In he leans, stealing a kiss that doesn't lack at all in hunger for it's split-second duration. ] You've got me. Now what?

[ Knowing Makoto, it doesn't stop there. She likes to plan ahead, and she's had plenty of time to consider this in particular. Akira would be more surprised if she didn't have more in store. ]

late late late

[pretresse]

[ she knows there will be more dumb commentary.

he can't help himself. and really, she's missed it. while she can sometimes hear his texts in his voice, there's no replacement for in person. but she'll keep the little smile to herself and to his cheek. let it melt freely back into kisses.

with what she'd spent, Makoto'd thought she'd want the bra to stay on longer. but the hands on her breasts ought to be moving to the clip at her back, like it's a lock he can pick. or maybe he's lost some skill? she's tried to keep hers sharp; his pants are open, and she goes inside. over boxers and the dip of his hip, while her thighs tighten her position for the leverage. ]

Now you take these off.

[ to demonstrate - an index finger slips between skin and elastic. her heart's going a little bit too fast. a new technique. what if she's no good? and her throat closes up and chokes, and that's all they can ever remember of this moment. but then - that's why Akira makes those comments. so when she looks back, she won't be mortified but will remember instead how he got her to smile. how the mood never got gray or close to black. ]

A-and I get on my knees.

[ in her stockings and her skirt - he's never revealed it, but most men like the schoolgirl fashion, don't they? it came up frequently on the sites she'd researched. so it's not quite the Shujin uniform, but the cut's similar enough -

no, keep focus Queen. she has a treasure within her grasp now. ]