[Not a moment passed between them that Nero could stop thinking, even in his peripheral, about the effect Ryuuko had on him. She'd been sweet, in her own way, keeping him company even when he was on a regular hair-trigger. With Ryuuko getting into it just as much as he hoped, Nero lifted himself up just a tiny bit at the elbow, looking Ryuuko right in the eye while they both grew accustomed to moving in their mutual embrace.]
Careful, now. All that smart talks gonna go out the window when I get you changing that tune to my name, Ryuuko.
[The usual competition was savage but the penalties were usually tame in comparison. Nero liked to think the sweet feeling of victory was enough, so leaning too hard into punishments seemed like overkill. Ryuuko, on the other hand... Well, he'd definitely be fighting dirty.
Ryuuko definitely reminded him a bit of that competitive spirit when she grabbed him, prompting a shitty little sneer on his end. Even if he tried to sound reasonable most of the time(and failed), he always had the bad habit of going right back in on the trash-talk the second Ryuuko sounded excited. The level of excitement didn't quite change, though. Instead it was replaced with a tiny little voice reminding him that, this time, losing wouldn't be so bad.
The way Ryuuko had been squeezing him and getting used to how he moved was incentive enough for him to sit up a bit more, up on his knees again. Ryuuko's grip on his backside wasn't unwelcomed but it kept him from sitting up completely--or, more realistically, he was already fond of the way she grabbed him, so he didn't quite want to stop her from doing it. Instead, he went the way she seemed to want him. He shifted his weight and popped his hips up, thrusting into Ryuuko harder and harder, following the way her hand had started pulling him in. By then, Nero could just start to hear the slippery way they met accompanied by the creaky sound of the sofa's integrity being suddenly tested.]
Y'know... [He hovered in at the same time, pressing a kiss to Ryuuko's lips, shallow at first. He could fight plenty dirty with the truth. After he said his piece, Nero kissed Ryuuko more deeply, eager to cut her off from an immediate retort--not that it would last long.] Can't say I've ever had a dull night with you. Glad you felt the same way.
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Careful, now. All that smart talks gonna go out the window when I get you changing that tune to my name, Ryuuko.
[The usual competition was savage but the penalties were usually tame in comparison. Nero liked to think the sweet feeling of victory was enough, so leaning too hard into punishments seemed like overkill. Ryuuko, on the other hand... Well, he'd definitely be fighting dirty.
Ryuuko definitely reminded him a bit of that competitive spirit when she grabbed him, prompting a shitty little sneer on his end. Even if he tried to sound reasonable most of the time(and failed), he always had the bad habit of going right back in on the trash-talk the second Ryuuko sounded excited. The level of excitement didn't quite change, though. Instead it was replaced with a tiny little voice reminding him that, this time, losing wouldn't be so bad.
The way Ryuuko had been squeezing him and getting used to how he moved was incentive enough for him to sit up a bit more, up on his knees again. Ryuuko's grip on his backside wasn't unwelcomed but it kept him from sitting up completely--or, more realistically, he was already fond of the way she grabbed him, so he didn't quite want to stop her from doing it. Instead, he went the way she seemed to want him. He shifted his weight and popped his hips up, thrusting into Ryuuko harder and harder, following the way her hand had started pulling him in. By then, Nero could just start to hear the slippery way they met accompanied by the creaky sound of the sofa's integrity being suddenly tested.]
Y'know... [He hovered in at the same time, pressing a kiss to Ryuuko's lips, shallow at first. He could fight plenty dirty with the truth. After he said his piece, Nero kissed Ryuuko more deeply, eager to cut her off from an immediate retort--not that it would last long.] Can't say I've ever had a dull night with you. Glad you felt the same way.