It's even better as she shifts with him, moving against him as his own motions grow more confident. A little more, and a little more, it's not hard or rough but it's deep and she's so hot, the feeling of her and the sounds she's making against his ear and the sharp sting of her nails in his shoulder.
I'm going to hurt you, she says, and he thrusts a little deeper inside her at the words. "I don't mind," he says, breathing just a little ragged as his hands shift against her, as he brushes a kiss against her bare shoulder, tongue licking at sweat-slicked skin. "It's okay, Mikan-chan, it's fine, I don't mind, I just want you to feel good--"
The rest of the world might as well not exist anymore. Her view has narrowed in until it's just the two of them, the only sound being their breathing and the sound of his hips meeting hers'. She digs in more, responding positively to the little show of affection with a whimper.
Between the moonlacing amping everything up and her own neediness, she doesn't think she's going to last too much longer here. The sensations are all overwhelming and overlapping, mingling together and making her dizzy. She pulls her hand away to hide her face against his shoulder instead, her breath hitching.
When, at length, she feels her orgasm approaching, she opens her mouth to say--something. Warn him? She doesn't know, because she doesn't really get the chance. Her breath hitches in a whine as it hits her and, in an attempt to stifle herself from crying out too loudly, Mikan does the next best thing: She sinks her teeth into Dazai's bare shoulder until she's tasting blood on her lips.
It's fine if she doesn't last all that long, honestly. He can be efficient if he needs to be, and while some other time he might be interested in keeping her on that edge, in teasing and tormenting and drawing all this out, considering just how her moonblessing is affecting her, he's more willing to give her what she needs.
After all, it's not like it's working out badly for him, either, is it? She's hot and wet and tight, writhing against him, nails a burning pressure in his shoulder, her whimpers in his ear absolutely wonderful. It feels amazing, and then there's the added rush of being in public, the risk, the flood of endorphins as he feels her start to tense, her breath catching with early signs of impending climax.
His mouth opens to encourage her, to coax her over the edge with whispered words and reassurances, and his mouth is still open when her teeth sink into his shoulder, making him cry out with mingled pain and pleasure as he drives into her. He's bleeding, he can feel it, but the feeling is a rush all its own as he pushes her roughly against the bricks, seeking out his own and finally finding it with a murmured, half-panted yes, yes, yes.
It's amazing he's still on his feet, really, and he's leaning against Mikan, her back propped against the rough brick of the alley wall as he places a slow, tender kiss to her shoulder, wincing slightly at the feeling in his shoulder. That's definitely going to hurt later, but right now, all it feels is very, very satisfying.
She can feel the prickling pain of the scratches across her back caused by the friction of the brick against her skin, but it hardly registers to her as pain. Her mind is swimming, hazy and light and she nuzzles her face against his neck as she starts to come down from the high.
"Amazing... Dazai-san, I feel amazing..." Giddy, almost, like everything's right with the world and she's floating on cloud nine. Maybe he doesn't actually mean for it to be, but for Mikan it's like feeling 'loved,' safe and warm. And she knows better, she really does, but her heart can't help but feel full to bursting with it.
It's then Mikan takes notice of his shoulder. For a moment she has a fleeting thought of 'what happened there?' before remembering and she eyes go wide. "I-I bit you!"
Loved. Is that what it feels like? Honestly, it's as good a word as any, means as much. It's endorphins, a chemical reaction, an automatic response from a body designed to encourage certain actions to ensure the propagation of its genetic material. Why not dress it up with a word?
Of course, not like he's thinking about any of that. It feels good, feels better than good, and even though his shoulder is aching he still laughs at her response, breath catching slightly at the sensation. "Yes, you did," he answers, and despite the wince, he looks entirely too self-satisfied to mind. "It might even leave a scar. Not like I don't already have a bunch of those, but still." The smile on his face is a touch wicked as he pulls back enough to see her face.
"Maybe you could use your skills as the Ultimate Nurse and help patch me up?"
"A-a scar..." A permanent mark. On one hand, that's a thrilling concept in and of itself. On the other, she's not nearly worthy enough of leaving a mark on anyone or anything, and her grip on him tightens a little, expression uncertain.
She searches his face as if trying to decide which was the 'right' way to feel about; but before she can decide, he's asking her to actually use her talent. Her eyes go a bit wide before she's frantically nodding. "Y-yes, of course! Please let me help you!" To be useful, to be wanted. That's all she could ever ask for. She glances to his shoulder, already calculating what needs to be done. But--
"Ah... M-my clothes..." How was she supposed to get anywhere after this with her clothes ripped up like this?
Her clothes, indeed. They hadn't covered all that much to start with, and then he'd been so rough with them. Well, he's got a solution for that, at least; hands lightly squeezing her thighs, he gently untangles the two of them, setting her on her feet once more and holding on until he's sure she's steady.
"Well, since it's my fault they're in that condition, I suppose I should do something about it, shouldn't I?" He doesn't sound at all apologetic, or at all unhappy about the state of things, but then why should he, really? Once she's steady on her feet, he tucks himself away and does up his pants again, then slips his coat off his shoulders, hissing slightly as he has to shift his bleeding shoulder, and drapes it around hers with a slight flourish.
"There. It's a bit long, but it should definitely do the trick. Ready?" To go back to her place so she can patch him up, of course.
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I'm going to hurt you, she says, and he thrusts a little deeper inside her at the words. "I don't mind," he says, breathing just a little ragged as his hands shift against her, as he brushes a kiss against her bare shoulder, tongue licking at sweat-slicked skin. "It's okay, Mikan-chan, it's fine, I don't mind, I just want you to feel good--"
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Between the moonlacing amping everything up and her own neediness, she doesn't think she's going to last too much longer here. The sensations are all overwhelming and overlapping, mingling together and making her dizzy. She pulls her hand away to hide her face against his shoulder instead, her breath hitching.
When, at length, she feels her orgasm approaching, she opens her mouth to say--something. Warn him? She doesn't know, because she doesn't really get the chance. Her breath hitches in a whine as it hits her and, in an attempt to stifle herself from crying out too loudly, Mikan does the next best thing: She sinks her teeth into Dazai's bare shoulder until she's tasting blood on her lips.
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After all, it's not like it's working out badly for him, either, is it? She's hot and wet and tight, writhing against him, nails a burning pressure in his shoulder, her whimpers in his ear absolutely wonderful. It feels amazing, and then there's the added rush of being in public, the risk, the flood of endorphins as he feels her start to tense, her breath catching with early signs of impending climax.
His mouth opens to encourage her, to coax her over the edge with whispered words and reassurances, and his mouth is still open when her teeth sink into his shoulder, making him cry out with mingled pain and pleasure as he drives into her. He's bleeding, he can feel it, but the feeling is a rush all its own as he pushes her roughly against the bricks, seeking out his own and finally finding it with a murmured, half-panted yes, yes, yes.
It's amazing he's still on his feet, really, and he's leaning against Mikan, her back propped against the rough brick of the alley wall as he places a slow, tender kiss to her shoulder, wincing slightly at the feeling in his shoulder. That's definitely going to hurt later, but right now, all it feels is very, very satisfying.
"How are you feeling, Mikan-chan?"
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"Amazing... Dazai-san, I feel amazing..." Giddy, almost, like everything's right with the world and she's floating on cloud nine. Maybe he doesn't actually mean for it to be, but for Mikan it's like feeling 'loved,' safe and warm. And she knows better, she really does, but her heart can't help but feel full to bursting with it.
It's then Mikan takes notice of his shoulder. For a moment she has a fleeting thought of 'what happened there?' before remembering and she eyes go wide. "I-I bit you!"
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Of course, not like he's thinking about any of that. It feels good, feels better than good, and even though his shoulder is aching he still laughs at her response, breath catching slightly at the sensation. "Yes, you did," he answers, and despite the wince, he looks entirely too self-satisfied to mind. "It might even leave a scar. Not like I don't already have a bunch of those, but still." The smile on his face is a touch wicked as he pulls back enough to see her face.
"Maybe you could use your skills as the Ultimate Nurse and help patch me up?"
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She searches his face as if trying to decide which was the 'right' way to feel about; but before she can decide, he's asking her to actually use her talent. Her eyes go a bit wide before she's frantically nodding. "Y-yes, of course! Please let me help you!" To be useful, to be wanted. That's all she could ever ask for. She glances to his shoulder, already calculating what needs to be done. But--
"Ah... M-my clothes..." How was she supposed to get anywhere after this with her clothes ripped up like this?
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"Well, since it's my fault they're in that condition, I suppose I should do something about it, shouldn't I?" He doesn't sound at all apologetic, or at all unhappy about the state of things, but then why should he, really? Once she's steady on her feet, he tucks himself away and does up his pants again, then slips his coat off his shoulders, hissing slightly as he has to shift his bleeding shoulder, and drapes it around hers with a slight flourish.
"There. It's a bit long, but it should definitely do the trick. Ready?" To go back to her place so she can patch him up, of course.