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HONEYWAGONS
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WELLA WARBLER
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TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
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LORD OF THE WINGS
AN EPIC (AND SEXY) JOURNEY
【 Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away...
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
STAR WARBLERS
A THRILLING (AND SEXY) SPACE OPERA
【 Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far away...
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
SHORT FILMS
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FILMS • ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
FILMS • JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
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[ Maybe "inconvenient" isn't the first word she'd select to describe that scenario, but it is certainly one way to be characterize it!
In any event... ah. Of course. The antidote would be sex. What else could it possibly be in a place like this? Minato goes quiet, too, not because he's distressed about landing in a fuck or die scenario, but because it's Mitsuru disclosing the information to him.
He might have known her in a different universe, but this Kirijo Mitsuru is still a stranger. The last thing he wants to do is put her in this awkward position. ]
I see.
[ ...it'd probably take too long to reach out to someone else who might feel less discomfort surrounding the snuggleblossoms' cure.
[ Yes, she'll just go ahead and say that, frowning and arms still folded. ]
Tell me - would the Kirijo Mitsuru you know let that happen if she had any choice in the matter?
[ Because she's not the same Mitsuru he knew but they can't be so very different? Certainly not with something like this. Choice being the operative word, because if he had been through the exact same thing as Kotone before now then in the end she'd had absolutely no say in what happened there. This she does though. ]
[ No. No, she wouldn't. The Kirijo Mitsuru would have fought tooth and nail to ensure no one around her would have to suffer that terrible tragedy she'd experienced for herself, that whoever thought fondly of him wouldn't have to mourn another loss.
If Kirijo Mitsuru could have averted his ultimate fate, would she? ]
...no. I guess not.
[ Even so, the one standing before him -- she's not the same person that he'd once known. ]
[ No question about that. Although now she has to actually consider what "saving him" actually entails in this instance... She hadn't spotted him being particularly friendly with anyone else they'd been in this particular scene with so... ]
And in the absence of your own Kirijo Mitsuru I will consider it my duty to take her place in such circumstances. [ You know, circumstances where he really might die if he doesn't have sex with anyone. She speaks as though she is absolutely taking this seriously, as with most things and why shouldn't she? He's in serious danger here. And if there's nobody else to help him, well-
A small smile breaks across Minato's face, one tinged with a hint of melancholy. Even across timelines, and even across universes, it seems Kirijo Mitsuru at her core was still the same person. ]
...I'm sorry for troubling you.
[ The line between one's duty and one's burden is easily blurred. He's not entirely sure where their current conundrum lands. ]
I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with.
[ This is, perhaps, the most resolute tone he's ever taken with this particular Kirijo Mitsuru. And he's putting his foot down over that, whether or not it might result in his demise. ]
[ Matter of fact. She doesn't say it but truthfully, she's been here far too long for something like the problem they're faced with to really surprise her anymore. Nor for the solution to be... well, that. It wouldn't be the first time she's had to help someone out of a scenario like this one, although a actual death sentence was taking it to a whole other level.
She is starting to blush now, but not for any reasons of reluctance, just... ] Although I would rather be discreet about this in case any of the crew think we're auditioning for larger roles in this production.
[ You know, the doing stuff on screen kind.
There's got to be a vacant trailer around here, right? ]
[ Oh. That's... good? On the other hand, some might argue that's not necessarily good at all, that someone's been trapped at the resort for so long where something like this leaves them mostly unfazed.
Mitsuru makes a good point though. The last thing either of them want is for their roles as extras to suddenly get bumped up to main stars. Sex on a large production screen aside, attracting even more attention to himself is the opposite of fun for Minato.
Either way, it seems the blush goes unnoticed by Minato... ]
...right. Good idea.
[ Slowly and carefully, he pushes himself up from the bench while reaching out for Mitsuru's shoulder for some extra balance. Ideally, she could carry him to get them to said vacant trailer quicker, but... he's not about to ask her that himself. ]
[ It isn't great... It's definitely something that bothers her from time to time, the stuff that she's becoming used to here. That's something to have an internal crisis over another time though.
She moves closer to allow him to use her shoulder for balance, of course, but she pauses a moment once he's upright, as though she's contemplating another method. Because, well, she is. They're not too dissimilar in height she notices, not for the first time but she's taking more notice now, he's got maybe two inches over her? If that? Plus he doesn't look heavy... Perhaps she should...? He is slowly dying after all...
That's really the clincher here.
And so that is why Mitsuru is going to move to take her leader from another universe into her arms, bridal style. Slowly. She's never carried someone like this before, okay? She's never carried anyone at all, period. ]
Pardonne-moi but... this seems like it might be more efficient given the circumstances.
[ Time is of the essence here.
Fortunately there is a vacant trailer she spots only a few meters away so she hasn't got to be a spectacle carrying her unfortunate fellow extra from the set for long before she's able to set him down again in front of the door. ]
[ Fortunately for Mitsuru, Minato's always been on the slender side. Some might even consider him frailer than most, perhaps a consequence from the toll of carrying Death's weight. On the other hand, he hadn't anticipated being lifted off the ground in such a manner, leaving him momentarily dazed, blinking up at his current savior. ]
...yes, you're right.
[ Words uttered only after a slow exhale once he's managed to recover. ]
...thank you, Kirijo-san.
[ This is much faster than having him limp over to the trailer. Even as she sets him on his feet, Minato's still a little unsteady when he pushes the door open. It's light furnished, though all the two of them needed was the bed tucked away off to the side. ]
[ Arguably they don't even need the bed... Although given his current state it's probably best to stick to being comfortable and avoid anything too... elaborate... Would that be the right word to use? Honestly, not the thing to be dwelling on here.
She does, however, take a moment to study him as he opens the door. It's still so strange to her, meeting this person who takes Shiomi's place in some parallel universe to her own. She can't help but briefly wonder just how close he and this other version of herself were. What if they'd done this before...? That thought definitely makes her feel weird, that he might already know her in that way. Definitely best not to dwell on that possibility, the implications are too strange to get into.
Mitsuru takes a step inside before it becomes too obvious that she's peering at him in a curious fashion, a fresh flush on her cheeks as she debates her next move. Turns out there is literally no not awkward way to initiate this, so caution to the wind but still slow to start with, she takes steps to close the distance between them once they're both inside and a moderate distance from The Bed. A moment passes, before she reaches to place her hands on his shoulders - as if she wasn't just full on carrying him just minutes earlier. This is different, okay? It's also the first time she's really looked at him, looked him in the eye so plainly like this. ]
Before we do anything... You should tell me if you start to feel worse. [ You know, like weak, like he might faint - in a not good way. Not that she thinks so highly of her prowess in bed that he might faint in a good way but still. They're doing this to alleviate that very possibility but better safe than sorry. ]
[ It is a little strange, isn't it, the thought that someone might have thoroughly known a version of you? On the other hand, maybe that's why Minato's maintained a polite distance with Mitsuru. There is no familiarity here, and they may as well treat each other as near strangers. That was the truth, wasn't it?
Fortunately, Minato is a little too feverish to notice her peering at him inquisitively. Even if he'd managed to catch her doing so, it wouldn't be too strange. He'd long grown used to being watched like a zoo animal. ]
...I will.
[ Reassurance delivered with a nod. He can't make this any more awkward than it already is. If Mitsuru finds herself feeling uncertain about what's about to transpire, it's up to him to be the confident one.
...that's how it's always been.
So he settles down on the edge of the bed and breathes out, slow. ]
It doesn't matter how it's done. ...whichever is easiest for you.
[ The Mitsuru from his own world always felt more comfortable when she had a plan, so he'll give her a moment to determine how she wanted to execute it... ]
[ There is another thing that Arisato Minato and Shiomi Kotone do have in common Mitsuru realises, aside from their shared path. In their owndifferent ways they both appear so unfazed by most things they're confronted with, or so it seemed from Mitsuru's limited interactions with this boy so far. This moment seems to confirm that, the nonchalant way he addresses her, the odd feeling of reassurance it brings. She's never lacking in confidence but she's not so far gone with the House quite yet that moments like this don't leave her feeling nervous. That and she can't exactly put the blame on an aphrodisiac on this occasion.
Still, she takes a slow breath of her own, seating herself on the bed beside him, an intimate enough degree of closeness, enough for their thighs to almost touch. It's true, she always feels better with a plan. The trouble is she's learned through being here that having a plan with this kind of thing, with intimacy, doesn't usually work. The first move seems obvious though. ]
...Very well.
[ It surprises her that the first thing she feels compelled to do is reach out to brush his hair away from his face with a gentle touch, so she can see both of his eyes without anything obscuring them for a moment, as if she's searching for some kind of subconscious recognition or familiarity in them. Whether she's destined to find that or not, she'll make her next move, leaning in to press her lips to his. ]
[ He can feel the warmth of Mitsuru's body as they sit side-by-side, even without their thighs truly touching. But then she makes the first move, and it's not to dive in and immediately set her mission in motion. Instead, she's lifting a hand to brush his hair from his face, to properly reveal the pair of slate-blue eyes that laid beneath them.
...it's oddly intimate considering how they're strictly here to make sure he doesn't die. There's no need for anything more personal, and yet, he can see that she's searching for something. If she's looking for subconscious recognition or familiarity, she won't find any of it there. After all, Minato's already accepted the premise that the Mitsuru Kirijo who sits before him is someone entirely new.
That, however, doesn't mean Mitsuru won't smell familiar to him, similar notes of her perfume filling Minato's senses. It coaxes him into parting his lips, his tongue seeking to brush against her own. ]
It's all right.
[ He speaks those words against her lips, offering her gentle reassurances. ]
Whatever you're willing to give, that's good enough to me.
[ Whatever you're willing to give- you know, just to save his life. No big deal or anything, no pressure. He's so calm about that. Still those words of his murmured gently against her lips are good, reassuring- he has that odd effect on her without really trying somehow, without her really knowing him even. That strange, indescribable quality that he, Kotone and Yu all seem to possess on some level. It draws her in, makes her want to know him more, this strange, slight boy with the nigh on unreadable expression on his face every time she sees him. She finds herself smiling into the kiss a little despite the predicament. ]
Regardless, I'll try not to be a disappointment...
[ Not that she applies her usual perfectionist standards to intimacy or anything.
Hesitation serves no purpose here, not when she's aware that time is of the essence for him. How long does it take for the flower's toxins to finish someone off? A couple of hours is what she thought she'd heard. Not long, all things considered. Perhaps in some cases it could even act faster? People absorb substances at different rates- Of course she tends to overthink, over analyse everything, but she's getting better at switching that off, slowly. Turns out situations like this one, intimacy, can make that a lot easier.
She parts her lips for him, her tongue brushing against his in return, body pivoting to better face him where they sit side by side on some unknown bed, her thigh now touching his. She hasn't removed her hand from his hair entirely, instead she moves it until her palm touches his cheek while they kiss. ]
[ The effect is immediate as soon as their lips truly meld against one another in earnest. The contact sends liquid lightning coursing through Minato's veins, a jolt of newfound energy like flint, upon being struck, sending fresh sparks flying into the air. It seems Mitsuru's assessment was correct, that the snuggleblossom was to blame for his condition -- not that he'd doubted her hypothesis.
Generally speaking, Kirijo Mitsuru tended to be correct about most things.
Minato leans in to the kiss, eyes sliding shut as his own hand reaches forward to perch a palm upon her side. It rests there, gentle, as he strokes at it with the side of his thumb. Each point of contact that they form between the two of them leaves him hungry for more, the snuggleblossom's pollen within his system morphing into something that lights a flame beneath his skin. It makes him acutely aware of the hand at his cheek, rose flush creeping into his face.
"I'll try not to be a disappointment," is what Mitsuru had said, but thus far she's leaving him hungry for more.
Life is certainly strange; he'd never thought he'd find himself with the taste of Gekkoukan High's student council president on his lips again. ]
[ Knowing that this was in fact an again situation for him would no doubt send her into a thought spiral that she definitely doesn't need right now, not when she has a goal, a mission, a plan... well, sort of. Acting on instinct, rather than thought or carefully considered logic isn't usually her thing, yet as she feels him responding to her Mitsuru does exactly what her body is telling her to do, what she thinks will feel good.
She doesn't know Arisato, doesn't know what his preferences are - does he have them?- but as he touches her side, stroking her gently, she feels compelled to her natural position, one that's never been met with complaints from anyone else in the past. One minute she's breaking the kiss to gaze at him, the next elegant hands are on his shoulders and pressing him slowly backwards until his back hits the surface of the bed.
She silently, mentally curses the ridiculousness of the renfaire meets pornographic film dress she's wearing as she leans in and positions herself (legs astride him on the bed and long red hair tumbling over one shoulder) to kiss him again. Perhaps she owes him an explanation? ]
It makes sense for me to lead here... does it not?
[ You know, because he's frail, nothing at all to do with the fact she's predisposed towards this position or anything.. ]
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In any event... ah. Of course. The antidote would be sex. What else could it possibly be in a place like this? Minato goes quiet, too, not because he's distressed about landing in a fuck or die scenario, but because it's Mitsuru disclosing the information to him.
He might have known her in a different universe, but this Kirijo Mitsuru is still a stranger. The last thing he wants to do is put her in this awkward position. ]
I see.
[ ...it'd probably take too long to reach out to someone else who might feel less discomfort surrounding the snuggleblossoms' cure.
Minato shakes his head. ]
...it's okay. I'll just --
[ Die, apparently. ]
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[ Yes, she'll just go ahead and say that, frowning and arms still folded. ]
Tell me - would the Kirijo Mitsuru you know let that happen if she had any choice in the matter?
[ Because she's not the same Mitsuru he knew but they can't be so very different? Certainly not with something like this. Choice being the operative word, because if he had been through the exact same thing as Kotone before now then in the end she'd had absolutely no say in what happened there. This she does though. ]
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If Kirijo Mitsuru could have averted his ultimate fate, would she? ]
...no. I guess not.
[ Even so, the one standing before him -- she's not the same person that he'd once known. ]
She wouldn't let anyone die on her watch.
[ He sighs a bit, looking up at Mitsuru. ]
Then... it sounds like it's the same for you.
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[ No question about that. Although now she has to actually consider what "saving him" actually entails in this instance... She hadn't spotted him being particularly friendly with anyone else they'd been in this particular scene with so... ]
And in the absence of your own Kirijo Mitsuru I will consider it my duty to take her place in such circumstances. [ You know, circumstances where he really might die if he doesn't have sex with anyone. She speaks as though she is absolutely taking this seriously, as with most things and why shouldn't she? He's in serious danger here. And if there's nobody else to help him, well-
She pauses. ]
Whatever that entails. [ oh god. ]
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A small smile breaks across Minato's face, one tinged with a hint of melancholy. Even across timelines, and even across universes, it seems Kirijo Mitsuru at her core was still the same person. ]
...I'm sorry for troubling you.
[ The line between one's duty and one's burden is easily blurred. He's not entirely sure where their current conundrum lands. ]
I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with.
[ This is, perhaps, the most resolute tone he's ever taken with this particular Kirijo Mitsuru. And he's putting his foot down over that, whether or not it might result in his demise. ]
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[ Matter of fact. She doesn't say it but truthfully, she's been here far too long for something like the problem they're faced with to really surprise her anymore. Nor for the solution to be... well, that. It wouldn't be the first time she's had to help someone out of a scenario like this one, although a actual death sentence was taking it to a whole other level.
She is starting to blush now, but not for any reasons of reluctance, just... ] Although I would rather be discreet about this in case any of the crew think we're auditioning for larger roles in this production.
[ You know, the doing stuff on screen kind.
There's got to be a vacant trailer around here, right? ]
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Mitsuru makes a good point though. The last thing either of them want is for their roles as extras to suddenly get bumped up to main stars. Sex on a large production screen aside, attracting even more attention to himself is the opposite of fun for Minato.
Either way, it seems the blush goes unnoticed by Minato... ]
...right. Good idea.
[ Slowly and carefully, he pushes himself up from the bench while reaching out for Mitsuru's shoulder for some extra balance. Ideally, she could carry him to get them to said vacant trailer quicker, but... he's not about to ask her that himself. ]
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She moves closer to allow him to use her shoulder for balance, of course, but she pauses a moment once he's upright, as though she's contemplating another method. Because, well, she is. They're not too dissimilar in height she notices, not for the first time but she's taking more notice now, he's got maybe two inches over her? If that? Plus he doesn't look heavy... Perhaps she should...? He is slowly dying after all...
That's really the clincher here.
And so that is why Mitsuru is going to move to take her leader from another universe into her arms, bridal style. Slowly. She's never carried someone like this before, okay? She's never carried anyone at all, period. ]
Pardonne-moi but... this seems like it might be more efficient given the circumstances.
[ Time is of the essence here.
Fortunately there is a vacant trailer she spots only a few meters away so she hasn't got to be a spectacle carrying her unfortunate fellow extra from the set for long before she's able to set him down again in front of the door. ]
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...yes, you're right.
[ Words uttered only after a slow exhale once he's managed to recover. ]
...thank you, Kirijo-san.
[ This is much faster than having him limp over to the trailer. Even as she sets him on his feet, Minato's still a little unsteady when he pushes the door open. It's light furnished, though all the two of them needed was the bed tucked away off to the side. ]
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[ Arguably they don't even need the bed... Although given his current state it's probably best to stick to being comfortable and avoid anything too... elaborate... Would that be the right word to use? Honestly, not the thing to be dwelling on here.
She does, however, take a moment to study him as he opens the door. It's still so strange to her, meeting this person who takes Shiomi's place in some parallel universe to her own. She can't help but briefly wonder just how close he and this other version of herself were. What if they'd done this before...? That thought definitely makes her feel weird, that he might already know her in that way. Definitely best not to dwell on that possibility, the implications are too strange to get into.
Mitsuru takes a step inside before it becomes too obvious that she's peering at him in a curious fashion, a fresh flush on her cheeks as she debates her next move. Turns out there is literally no not awkward way to initiate this, so caution to the wind but still slow to start with, she takes steps to close the distance between them once they're both inside and a moderate distance from The Bed. A moment passes, before she reaches to place her hands on his shoulders - as if she wasn't just full on carrying him just minutes earlier. This is different, okay? It's also the first time she's really looked at him, looked him in the eye so plainly like this. ]
Before we do anything... You should tell me if you start to feel worse. [ You know, like weak, like he might faint - in a not good way. Not that she thinks so highly of her prowess in bed that he might faint in a good way but still. They're doing this to alleviate that very possibility but better safe than sorry. ]
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Fortunately, Minato is a little too feverish to notice her peering at him inquisitively. Even if he'd managed to catch her doing so, it wouldn't be too strange. He'd long grown used to being watched like a zoo animal. ]
...I will.
[ Reassurance delivered with a nod. He can't make this any more awkward than it already is. If Mitsuru finds herself feeling uncertain about what's about to transpire, it's up to him to be the confident one.
...that's how it's always been.
So he settles down on the edge of the bed and breathes out, slow. ]
It doesn't matter how it's done. ...whichever is easiest for you.
[ The Mitsuru from his own world always felt more comfortable when she had a plan, so he'll give her a moment to determine how she wanted to execute it... ]
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Still, she takes a slow breath of her own, seating herself on the bed beside him, an intimate enough degree of closeness, enough for their thighs to almost touch. It's true, she always feels better with a plan. The trouble is she's learned through being here that having a plan with this kind of thing, with intimacy, doesn't usually work. The first move seems obvious though. ]
...Very well.
[ It surprises her that the first thing she feels compelled to do is reach out to brush his hair away from his face with a gentle touch, so she can see both of his eyes without anything obscuring them for a moment, as if she's searching for some kind of subconscious recognition or familiarity in them. Whether she's destined to find that or not, she'll make her next move, leaning in to press her lips to his. ]
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...it's oddly intimate considering how they're strictly here to make sure he doesn't die. There's no need for anything more personal, and yet, he can see that she's searching for something. If she's looking for subconscious recognition or familiarity, she won't find any of it there. After all, Minato's already accepted the premise that the Mitsuru Kirijo who sits before him is someone entirely new.
That, however, doesn't mean Mitsuru won't smell familiar to him, similar notes of her perfume filling Minato's senses. It coaxes him into parting his lips, his tongue seeking to brush against her own. ]
It's all right.
[ He speaks those words against her lips, offering her gentle reassurances. ]
Whatever you're willing to give, that's good enough to me.
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Regardless, I'll try not to be a disappointment...
[ Not that she applies her usual perfectionist standards to intimacy or anything.
Hesitation serves no purpose here, not when she's aware that time is of the essence for him. How long does it take for the flower's toxins to finish someone off? A couple of hours is what she thought she'd heard. Not long, all things considered. Perhaps in some cases it could even act faster? People absorb substances at different rates- Of course she tends to overthink, over analyse everything, but she's getting better at switching that off, slowly. Turns out situations like this one, intimacy, can make that a lot easier.
She parts her lips for him, her tongue brushing against his in return, body pivoting to better face him where they sit side by side on some unknown bed, her thigh now touching his. She hasn't removed her hand from his hair entirely, instead she moves it until her palm touches his cheek while they kiss. ]
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Generally speaking, Kirijo Mitsuru tended to be correct about most things.
Minato leans in to the kiss, eyes sliding shut as his own hand reaches forward to perch a palm upon her side. It rests there, gentle, as he strokes at it with the side of his thumb. Each point of contact that they form between the two of them leaves him hungry for more, the snuggleblossom's pollen within his system morphing into something that lights a flame beneath his skin. It makes him acutely aware of the hand at his cheek, rose flush creeping into his face.
"I'll try not to be a disappointment," is what Mitsuru had said, but thus far she's leaving him hungry for more.
Life is certainly strange; he'd never thought he'd find himself with the taste of Gekkoukan High's student council president on his lips again. ]
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She doesn't know Arisato, doesn't know what his preferences are - does he have them?- but as he touches her side, stroking her gently, she feels compelled to her natural position, one that's never been met with complaints from anyone else in the past. One minute she's breaking the kiss to gaze at him, the next elegant hands are on his shoulders and pressing him slowly backwards until his back hits the surface of the bed.
She silently, mentally curses the ridiculousness of the renfaire meets pornographic film dress she's wearing as she leans in and positions herself (legs astride him on the bed and long red hair tumbling over one shoulder) to kiss him again. Perhaps she owes him an explanation? ]
It makes sense for me to lead here... does it not?
[ You know, because he's frail, nothing at all to do with the fact she's predisposed towards this position or anything.. ]