the only thing that looks good on me is you

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She loves the smell of the country air, mixing the distinct earthy scent of the nearby fields with the unmistakable smell of the forest just beyond them. The air here is cleaner than in the city. Most people can't tell the difference, but she can. Of course she can.

She opens the door and steps outside, stretching over her head after the long car ride. It feels good to relieve the pain in muscles cramped from sitting for several hours.

Lilly turns around, where she can hear the young man stepping out of the driver's side door, and smiles. "See? I told you it wouldn't be hard to find, Hibiki. What do you think of the house?"

They're at the tail end of a long gravel driveway in front of a charmingly rustic-looking white house, the sort of house that might be on the cover of some sort of country-living magazine. It's not that large, at least not compared to some of the Satou family's other houses, with just two stories, but it has a large porch with plenty of room to sit and read and it looks remarkably well kept.

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[offun]

Hibiki's a city boy at heart - he used to live for Shibuya, back when he wasn't old enough to drive. So, yeah, the rustic backroads aren't something he's used to, and the country air is something that's taking a moment to register, even when he sniffs a little at the air.

The house is nice, though, and he reaches for Lilly's hand, not because she needs it but just because he's gotten so used to holding it. "It looks real nice," he agrees, tilting his head at it. "Little smaller than I'd expect out of you, though? Don't your parents own Scotland or something?" He's teasing, now, and the goofy grin on his face is probably audible.

He squeezes her hand for a second, then pats it as he pulls away, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. "I'm gonna grab our stuff. You good opening the doors for us? Door's straight ahead, but there's a couple of steps towards the end," he advises, not knowing how long it's been since the last time Lilly was out here. "Or you've been out here like, six months ago, and I look like kind of an ass. Kind of hoping it's some nostalgic place you haven't been since you were, like, six, though."

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"Yes, that's why it's smaller," Lilly says, more than rising to his teasing. "You wouldn't believe the sort of taxes one has to pay on the entirety of Scotland."

Whether being an ass or not, she just smiles warmly at him. "I appreciate it, Hibiki, but I think I'll be fine. It hasn't been that long since I've been here."

She closes the car door behind her, taking her purse over one shoulder, and walks towards the house. She moves slowly and deliberately, a mix of confidence in remembering the layout and simple prudence in what it means to walk without her cane. Lilly's hand is reaching for the banister when she gets to it, and she climbs the stairs to the front door of the house.

She pulls the keys from her purse, finding the groove that lets her know how to hold it, and unlocks the door with little effort, opening it and turning to where she can hear suitcase-laden footsteps. "Thank you for getting the bags. Please, come in."

[offun]

"That's why you guys need an offshore account. Move all the taxes from Scotland into Switzerland, or something," he jokes, mostly to ignore the fact that he'd just been a little presumptuous. Ah, well. It's Lilly! He's put his foot in his mouth way worse than that.

Maybe not the best excuse, but hey, Lilly's still here. He hefts the suitcases up out of the car, makes sure it's locked and pockets his keys. Well, the keys on the rental, Hibiki was not rich enough to own his own car. And Lilly's sister wouldn't let him borrow her car, no matter how much he said she had a cool suit. Shame.

"Aye aye," he agrees as he hefts the suitcases inside, sets them down on the floor, mindful of Lilly's toes. They're not gonna be staying here too long, so the suitcases aren't that heavy, but still.

"You sure we got the whole place to ourselves?" He asks as he rolls his shoulders a little from the 'exertion' of having carried their stuff in. "Nobody's gonna be coming in halfway through to check on us, right? I mean, it wouldn't be a big deal, but even them hanging around for a couple of hours would kinda ruin the mood."

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"The Scottish would be very suspicious of having their country suddenly offshored, I'm sure." He jokes, and she jokes back. When she hears him enter, she closes the door, making sure to lock it behind her. Even if the worst things out here in the countryside are some wild animals, it's never a bad thing to be sure.

"I'm sure, Hibiki," she says. She can tell from the sound of his voice that his back is to her, and she reaches out to rest her hand on his shoulder. Her fingers are light at first until she gets a better sense of his position - from the slope of the shoulder, she knows where she's touching, where he's facing - and she walks up to gently rest her forehead against the back of his hair.

"My parents aren't in the country, and Akira has her own plans. I made her promise she'd leave us be. Nobody else has keys."

She wraps her arms around his middle. "Besides, I don't think even we could spend this entire week doing that all day."

[offun]

His hair's spiky and oddly cut, a sort of combination bang and undercut that means it probably tickles her face as she buries it into it. It's a soothing gesture, though, and he's quick to tilt his head, lean back so he can wrap his arm around her shoulder in return.

When they get like this, he likes to close his eyes - it's soothing, existing in a world of just Lilly's smell, just the softness of her skin, her voice in his ear. He hopes he's half as nice in that regard.

... His eyes do shoot open when she teases him like that, though. He hardly sputters or anything, but there's a very nervous laugh. "We've been here for like, forty seconds, 'Ly," he chuckles. "I was, uh. Thinkin' we'd at least have dinner first? Walk around?"

Still, it's hardly a bad thought, and he reaches up to stroke her hair. There's a couch nearby - with her arms around his middle, it's easy to just put his hand on her hip, lead her over to it. He lowers his other hand down from her hair as they reach it, reaches it around her shoulder, and yeah, the couch is comfy, if a little old. Fortunately no creaks or anything, but he can feel it in his back.

He pulls Lilly down with him, onto his lap, leans in to nuzzle at her neck. "Or just hug. I've really missed you, you know," he breathes against her neck, cuddling a little closer. He reaches down again, interlocks her fingers with his, thumb tracing the back of her hand. "Like, yeah, we've hung out, but it's gotta have been at least a month since we got to cuddle. It's not cuddling if we aren't hugging for at least half an hour, yanno."

[insightfuls]

Lilly has a healthy adolescent sex drive, Hibiki. Surely you're used to that by now. In fact, while she's very content to just stand here and lean against him, feeling his pulse through his skin, hearing the softness of his breath, smelling his familiar scent, her hands do drift a little lower.

Not that low, of course, but definitely below his navel. She gives another playful squeeze when she feels him move, following his lead.

There's always a few moments of uncertainty when she goes to a place she hasn't visited in a while. There's no reason to suspect that anyone might have moved the furniture, of course; her family would never be so inconsiderate. But maybe a cleaner might have done so absentmindedly, or any other reason. She thinks Hibiki's moving towards the little love seat in the entrance foyer, and when she hears him sit, she knows he's right.

She turns, sitting elegantly on his lap, leaning against him and gently hugging his shoulders, her hand gently stroking his hair. "It's been a while," she agrees, "and I've missed cuddling with you, too."

There's a soft pause. "We could go for a walk, or have dinner, if you wanted. But really, I thought it was rather understood that by going out here just the two of us, we'd be having a lot of sex."

She tightens her grip, squeezing his hand playfully, brushing hair from his forehead so she can press her lips to his temple.

[offun]

She looks so beautiful in his lap, he realizes - halfway to a bridal or princess carry, her legs draped over the side of his, her head tilted just enough that her hair's moving with the motion. More than anything, he just wishes she could see how beautiful she is. Like, literally physically see it.

He knows she's aware of it, or at least aware of how beautiful he finds her. "'Course it's understood!" He huffs, feeling a little silly as she kisses at him. They're the same age - actually, he's a few months older - but it's hard not to feel like a dumb kid. Lilly's so poised and in control of their conversations.

So he presses himself closer, kisses at the nape of her neck, leans up to whisper in his ear. "I can totally push you down if you want me to," he laughs, even though he means it. The first few times they had sex, he'd own up to being nervous - somehow it had wound up with Lilly on top of him, riding him until his hips hurt.

Amazing, but also the kind of thing that makes him feel a little crappy. He wants to make Lilly feel amazing, because she deserves it, but a lot of the time, especially back when they first started, it felt like she was doing him a favor.

Probably best not to think about it too hard, though. That's what leads to weird thoughts like that. "That's a really nice sweater, you know, but, uh. It makes your boobs look pretty big," he informs her, tilting his head against her. "You can totally tell it does, right? Can't believe it. My girlfriend's trying to manipulate me."

And yes, his kisses are trailing down her neck, over her shoulders, until his cheeks are brushing against her breasts. He's a teenaged boy, and he knows well enough by now to know that Lilly's as horny as he is. Not just right now, but in general. No point beating around the bush.

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"Oh, does it? I hadn't the slightest idea," she says with that playful lilt in her voice, tilting her head away from him to present with more of her soft, pale skin to kiss. "How was I supposed to know something like that?"

"Mm... don't you say that they look big no matter what I'm wearing? I think you might be a little biased, Hibiki." Her hand combs through his hair, enjoying the feel of his soft locks on her fingertips, as he goes lower and lower still.

"Though..." she pauses, angling her chest a little further toward him, "I might not mind all that much if you pushed me down onto the floor. Isn't that the point of having a whole house to ourselves for a week?"

[offun]

"You can feel how they sit on your chest, right?" He huffs, kissing at her chest a little through her sweater, lips brushing slowly across her clothes. He reaches up to one of her wrists, eases her hand down to the back of his head, practically pushing him into her chest. Again, teenaged boy.

"And I'm not pushing you down onto the floor. It'd mess up your back," he protests. "We can do it on the couch. It's big enough."

He's already reaching for the hem of her sweater - then he pauses mid-motion, his brain catching up with his actions. She can feel him pulling away, though he gives her a little tap on the side of her hips to make sure she knows that he's just pulling away. He slips out from beneath her hands until they're sitting on each side of the couch, his body disconnected from hers.

"So! Do you, uh," weird thing to ask, weird thing to ask, "remember when we talked about those... cos... tumes? I mean, if we're gonna be having a lot of sex, I'm all up for that. Maybe we could try some stuff out, is what I mean. Like."

He reaches out for her hands again, lifts up her hands and squeezes them. She can't see his face, so he wants her to know how sincere he's being. "... I brought some costumes. And, uh, lube if you ever wanna try anal. And look, there's handcuffs in there too, but only 'cause your sister tossed them at my head when she was making fun of me."

Despite pulling away all of twenty seconds ago, he's already flopping forward, wrapping his arms around her waist, head in her lap. "You don't gotta say yes to anything, but it'd be fun to try some stuff?" He hesitates a second, nuzzling against her thighs. She can hear the nervous excitement in his voice. "I just wanna make you feel really good and do stuff you might end up liking, and when I'm excited you always seem really happy, so I thought of stuff that'd make me excited. That make sense?"

[insightfuls]

"I think I can be the judge of whether or not I want my back to be sore in the morning," she says offhandedly, turning her torso so that he can nuzzle her breasts. Her milky-blue eyes close, though it doesn't make a difference to her; she just enjoys the sensation and the warmth and pressure.

There's a slight look of momentary confusion and slight concern when Hibiki pulls away; she'd been fine with just slipping her panties aside and riding him there in the hallway. The concern vanishes when she feels him tap her hips and take her hands, though the confusion remains until he speaks a little more.

And then she laughs.

"My my, Hibiki, you certainly came prepared!" she says through a little giggle, feeling his warm hands and squeezing them in return. She pulls her legs up onto the small couch so she's kneeling, giving him a nice lap to rest his head on. She rests one hand on the side of the couch, the other on his cheek.

"If you brought the costumes, I'd be happy to wear them," she says with that playful smile. As for the rest...

"We can talk about the others later." It's a neat way to sidestep some things that she's not sure about, like anal. She doesn't want to spoil the mood, after all. "You're sweet, Hibiki," Lilly says, stroking the skin of his cheek.

"Whatever we do, I'm sure I'll enjoy it, because it's with you. So don't overthink it, all right?"

[offun]

"Uh, sorry," he murmurs, knowing he's gotten a little carried away - there's way too many things going on at once, and now that he's had sex with Lilly, he wants to have all kinds of sex with Lilly. He kisses a little at her thighs, hands idly stroking her back, eagerly making up for the fact that he'd left her alone for all of thirty-five seconds. At a time like this! But he'd just wanted to express all that with a clear head.

"You want to try them now?" He asks, brushing her skirt up just the tiniest bit so he can kiss at her bare thigh, tilting his eyes up at her. "Or after a round? Or, tomorrow. Or whenever," he murmurs against her, pressing another kiss to her soft skin.

Really, it's embarrassing, how eager he is to do this. "Actually, I can eat you out before we start, if you wanted. Now that I'm down here I kinda wanna," he admits, lips brushing just a little higher up her thigh. "... Or, uh. Or we could try the costumes out now. We got 'em, and all. Iunno, it's whatever you want. I'm the guy who's into his girlfriend dressing up as anime girls."

[insightfuls]

She doesn't mind that he's tactile, maybe even overly so, with her. It's one of the major ways in which she perceives the world, after all. The stroke of his fingertips on the small of her back, the press of his lips to her thigh above her stockings... it's nice and pleasant.

Lilly doesn't see him turn up to her, but she does hear the sound of his voice change a bit. He, in turn, can see the way she bites down on her lower lip when he makes that offer.

Healthy adolescent sex drive, after all.

"Perhaps we should get unpacked before we try anything, ah... intricate?" she suggests, but there's a pause to her voice that indicates that more is coming.

"I wouldn't be opposed to your offer, though. That might be better than me straddling you, come to think of it. It's a rather old couch. We might break it."

[offun]

When they get like this, there's a part of him that wonders just how much of her world is him. With him, it's hard to look just at her, not with distractions like her clothes, or whatever they're sitting or laying on. And since he's looking, things like touch and smell aren't as prominent, he figures. But with her, his touch, his voice, his scent - they're all she can feel, right?

Well, no, that's stupid. She can obviously feel the couch against her, if she's thinking about it being old. And either way, it's kind of a clingy thought. It's just nice, imagining her thinking so much about him. He wants to justify it, wants to reward her for it.

So he kisses further up her leg, lips briefly brushing across the crotch of her panties (and they're cute, he wonders how she picked out a nice pair) before kissing up her stomach through her sweater, back up to her breasts, and then up to her neck, her chin. When he finally reaches her lips, he presses himself to them eagerly, tilting his head and threading his fingers through her hair.

He has to force himself not to slip his tongue in, saving that for later. "Yeah," he finally agrees, glancing over his shoulder at the suitcases while he still plays with her hair. "We're only gonna be here a week, so we don't got much to unpack. Wanna head upstairs? Think the bed'll be any more stable?"

The fact that they're gonna be sleeping together for an entire week is also a nice thought. The few times he's been able to wake up next to Lilly, it's been like something out of a dream.

[insightfuls]

It's not just him, sadly. She can smell the forest in the breeze, she can hear the lazy wafting of curtains, she can feel the old couch shift and creak as she shifts her weight. Her senses are a little different than his.

He is, however, a major part of what she's perceiving right now.

Lilly squirms, an exhale of air through her nose when she teases her with that ghost of a kiss along the crotch of her panties (they're silk; she chose them by feel, of course). "Naughty," she murmurs, only too happy to welcome him in kiss, wrapping her arms around him as their lips meet.

She even squeezes his butt playfully.

"Let's bring our things upstairs. I think the bed should be much sturdier. Shall we break it in?" she says with easy cheer, as if she's not talking about going to get her brains fucked out. "Could I trouble you to carry our things?"

[offun]

He doesn't freeze up when she touches his butt - if anything, he leans into it, glad she finds him as attractive as he finds her. "You're the one that got us started," he teases back at that murmur, kissing a little further into her lips, nuzzling his cheek to hers.

And 'break it in.' Jeez. She can definitely feel his face getting hot, even if she can't feel the blush. He hugs her tightly for a moment, reaches down to squeeze Lilly's butt through her skirt, then pulls away, reaches for their suitcase. Her cane's in the handle of her suitcase, and he taps it lightly against the side of it to get her attention.

"Want the cane?" Hibiki asks, already hefting the two suitcases back up into his hands. "I'd hold your hand up the steps, but I got them full, and all," he adds. "... Oh, and, uh. Let's not try to break it in too much. I do wanna enjoy the trip for more than just the fucking. Not that the fucking's bad, or nothing!"

[insightfuls]

The warmth of his face and the squeeze at her ass are all the reward she needs for teasing him like that.

"I don't need the cane for this," she says. "I've climbed these stairs more times than I can count, after all." Given that she's certainly not too shy to ask for help when she needs it, it seems like she's being perfectly honest.

She stands, smoothing down her skirt. "When we're up there, would you like a blowjob, too? I hate to be the only one being pleasured."

Lilly really is shameless in some ways.

[offun]

"You don't need the cane for that, either," he jokes, though she can practically hear the way his erection starts to strain against his pants at that one. It's nice to have a girlfriend that's forward and honest, but he doesn't think he'll ever adjust to the idea that a girl so beautiful wants him that bad. Not even because of self-confidence, but just became it seems like something out of his horny adolescent fantasies.

"Uh, yeah. That'd be good," he answers more seriously, leading her up the steps. They're a small set of steps, anyway, a tiny spiral up to the smaller second floor, which is really just a bedroom and a bathroom. It's a large bedroom, though, and he's grateful for that because it means a large, soft bed.

His suspicions are confirmed when he bumps the door open with his shoulder. Done, he sets their suitcases on the floor, making sure the noise is loud enough that Lilly can tell where it came from and that he's done it. Without, like, shattering her eardrums or anything.

There's the sound of a suitcase opening, then that same suitcase being closed quickly, Hibiki clearing his throat. "Uh, you should put your underwear under your clothes, not on top of 'em," he suggests, embarrassed. "... The pink ones'd look really cute on you, though."

[insightfuls]

She's a little slower following after him, one hand sliding up the wooden banister, feeling each step as she goes, looking for the knob at the top that means she has no more steps to climb. She walks with her hand on something, either the railing or a wall, just keeping her straight, following his footsteps.

She's thankful for the way he sets the suitcase on the floor so she knows to step around it. His voice had come from below, so he's crouching. She reaches out, feeling for his hair so she can run her fingertips through it. "I don't usually have other people opening my things." Her system's just easier for her, Hibiki.

"I'm glad you like them. I'll wear them for you later."

She knows the ones he's talking about. Every one of her panties (at least, her nice ones) is made with a different cut or a different fabric. Like the ones she's wearing, those are a shimmery soft silk, but they're cut... fairly low and narrow. Very risque. She likes them. "There shouldn't be anything in the dresser on the left wall? I can put my things away. I need some surprises for you, don't I?"

[offun]

When he thinks about the panties she's wearing, combined with the ones he saw in her suitcase, he can't help but think that, yeah, getting railed for seven days straight was absolutely her goal here, no questions about it. His face gets hotter at that thought, because why wouldn't it?

He glances to his left to make sure there is a dresser there, that it hasn't been moved while Lilly wasn't here for whatever reason. "Yeah," he agrees, popping back up to his feet as he shifts. "Uh, I'll set the weird cosplay stuff on top of the vanity for now," he adds. It's fairly wide, so it all should fit. "I mean, it cost me like, two whole paychecks, so," he adds. He works part-time at a clothing store in the city, and the few times Lilly's visited him at work she's mostly teased him about him getting hit on by fashionable city girls.

He pushes her suitcase a little further away from his, very lightly bumps it against the side of her leg, then gets to work pulling out the dresses. Well, two dresses, one tiny skirt. He'll have to describe everything to Lilly later, whenever they get around to trying them, so he takes a moment to stare carefully at them, memorize how they fit as he moves them over to the vanity.

She can hear a lot of rustling fabric, at least. But then he glances over to her, unpacking her clothes, and there's a little gasp of surprise. "Oh, that's where that hoodie went! I thought I left it at yours, but I guess it just got sucked into your closet, huh." His tone suggests he doesn't mind in the least.

sorry for delay! NYE stuffs

[insightfuls]

Not seven days straight, in all fairness. She plans on enjoying tea on the porch, getting railed, nice breakfasts with fresh country-cooked ingredients, a walk through the fields with you, getting railed, and maybe reading a nice book before getting railed again.

Yeah, okay, the sex is probably going to be a lot of what they do here. "Hibiki," she says, taking a set of her clothes in her hand and putting them atop another small set of drawers (having counted the steps to get there). "Do you want me to help pay for it? It's not like I'm not getting to enjoy it, after all."

She slips her clothes into the drawers, having her own scheme so that she can know where everything is, and then turns, picking up the sweatshirt in question. She holds it to her chest and inhales softly of the fabric. It smells like him, even now. "I sleep in it sometimes," she says with a smile. "It smells like you."

Lilly gently puts it on the bed, feeling it out before letting go, and walks over to where she can hear Hibiki's voice. She hugs him from behind, breathing softly at his shoulder.

"You smell like you, too."

No worries!

[offun]

Hibiki isn't, like, some harem protagonist. He doesn't blush and start stammering when Lilly says so many nice things. She's his girlfriend, it's natural. But, uh - when she hugs him like that, whispers that in his ear, he does get a little. Stiff.

Not like that, dammit.

"'Course I do," he murmurs back, tilting his head at an awkward angle just so he can kiss at her cheek, and then down to her lips, brushing his across hers. "You, uh - you smell real nice, too," he adds, nuzzling closer. Slowly, his hands go down to her waist.

"... Also, for real, don't worry about paying for that stuff. I mean - it's mostly just because I get my rocks off to it?" Hibiki's never liked taking advantage of Lilly's money - if it's something they just can't do or get without it, like this trip to a summer home, then sure, but if it's something he can swing by himself then he likes to swing it by himself.

"Are we even gonna try that on right away? You seem, uh, pretty horny. Might not be worth waiting."

[insightfuls]

When he turns to her, she keeps one hand on his midsection, the other reaching up to where shoulder and neck meet, slowly rubbing the skin and muscles there. She leans further against him, enjoying his body heat.

The hand on his stomach starts creeping downward. "It's a little funny," she says in that lighthearted tone. "When I'm in the car I can't look at the scenery, so I just start thinking about things. My mind wanders a little. It's a wonderful spot for fantasizing; did I tell you that?"

Lilly's hand grabs his crotch. "We have a week. We can save the outfits for a little later, can't we?"

[offun]

Hibiki's not exceptionally muscular, but he's a little more toned than expected from a fashionable punk kid with a haircut like his. His shoulders are broad, too - there's a definite masculinity to his shape, his build, in spite of his sometimes boyish personality.

"... If you're getting horny in the car, you can totally tell me," he answers, reaching over to ruffle her hair, fingers threading through smooth blonde locks. Her hair's a natural blonde, unlike his dye job, and that's - pretty attractive. To him.

And then her hand's on his dick. Yeah, he jumps at that one. It's fairly big and thick, at least in his estimation, which he's proud of - especially since his girlfriend's so focused on touch and sensation and all - but which also means it's extremely obvious that he's hard. "We can, sure," he agrees, glancing over at the outfits one last time before turning around completely - he crouches, one arm looping around Lilly's legs, the other resting against her shoulders, the back of her neck.

"Gonna lift you up," he murmurs. "Just hang on to my neck, 'kay?" And then he's scooping her up in his arms, and while she's tall she's also pretty thin, so he can lift her with just a bit of doing. Boxes of clothes at his part-time job are heavier than you'd think.

He kisses at her neck as he lifts her up, along her jaw and cheekbones, up to her ear, nipping a little at her earlobe. "Babe," he murmurs into it, voice lower than usual. "Remember a couple of days ago? When we were dirty talking a little on the phone. I didn't ask, but you totally masturbated after we hung up, right? I did."

[insightfuls]

"That'd distract you, and at least one of us needs to keep their eyes on the road, darling." And it sure as heck can't be her. For obvious reasons.

Her fingers curl around his hardening bulge, and it seems like she's all but ready to stroke him through his pants, when he moves out of her reach and she feels a hand underneath her legs. She gets a few seconds of his warning, reaching up to hold onto him with both hands before he lifts her.

"So aggressive, Hibiki!" Lilly says, in a tone that somehow manages to sound like she's scolding him despite not being actually mad in the slightest. His nip at her ear and following low whisper, though, make her shiver.

Lilly turns a little to face him, her fingertips rubbing against the back of his neck and head. "Not afterwards," she says, before adding, "...while. I wanted to see if I could keep quiet enough you wouldn't hear it."

"After it, too, though," she adds.

[offun]

"I'm aggressive 'cause you do stuff like that," he murmurs, biting again at her ear. "Seriously, if you'd said you were doing it, we coulda done it together. But you left me all on my own. You're a total perv."

He's half-whining, but it's only to match her teasing - much like her, it's obvious he isn't mad at all. Slowly, he sets her down on the bed, then climbs onto it with her, knees on either side of her body, weight hovering over her as he reaches to take off her shirt.

"And I can totally drive knowing you're horny," he protests a little late. "... then again, are you ever not turned on? Serious question."

He's tugging her shirt off without much care, but the exaggerated motions at least make it obvious when she needs to lift up her arms to help get it off. He tosses it to the side, then leans down, cupping her breasts through her bra, pushing at them until he can lean down and kiss at the underside of one. "You're gorgeous," he mutters, leaning in closer.

"... Hey. Babe. If we're gonna fuck so much, how do we decide the positions? I don't want it to just be us pushing each other around or nothing."

He tilts his head for a second, and though she can't see the motion, she can definitely feel his hair brushing against her chest as he does. "... Rock-paper-scissors?"

[insightfuls]

"Guilty as charged," she admits without a second's hesitation as he sets her on the bed and she feels his knees on either side of her body.

She pays attention to the ways in which he touches her, the ways in which he tells her to lift her arms over her head. Lilly is only too happy to comply as he takes her shirt off and reveals her nice, soft, lacy bra.

Which is, incidentally, completely not the same color as her panties. They don't match in the slightest. Why would they?

Lilly bites her lip as she feels him play with her breasts, her nipples already hard through the thin fabric. (This bra is way more ornamental than functional). "I'm not always horny," she says, mildly defensively. "Just when I'm around you," she says. "The way you smell... the sound of your voice... they make me think of certain things, that's all."

She reaches up to press her palm to the side of his face, and then even the front of it, running her thumb down the ridge of his nose. It's probably less weird now than it once was. She just likes to get a sense for how he looks at the moment.

"I was figuring we'd just play it out as we went along. Unless you want a checklist of everything to try while we're here," she adds somewhat dryly.

[offun]

"Look, I was just trying to be polite, but now I just have straight-up ask if you wanna be on your back or, like, face down, ass up," he huffs, exaggeratedly.

He'd never found the sensation of her feeling out his face weird, but he's definitely gotten more used to it over time. There's a smile on his face, she can feel that much. Not to mention the heat of excitement, the flush to his skin. That's another familiar sensation.

There's something oddly erotic about her bra and panties not matching, and so he reaches to push the bra up over her breasts, gentle with it since he likes it, leans in to kiss at her breasts directly. His tongue, very briefly, flits across her nipple, and he watches her for her reaction to the sensation.

"And that's totally what being horny all the time is," he teases. "It's cute, though."

[insightfuls]

She can feel the smile on his face and the extra warmth underneath his cheeks, and it's enough to make her smile in return. Lilly feels him start to move down, and she slides her hand back so it's on the back of his head, once again playing with his long hair. She makes a little purring murmur when his tongue slides across her nipple, biting down on her lip and squirming slightly.

"I don't see anything wrong with asking each other what we want to do..." she breathes, her voice a little taut. "Can my answer to all of those be 'yes,' Hibiki?"

"But right now," Lilly's hands keep combing his hair, "I'd like to be face to face."

[offun]

Even if she can't see, being face to face makes it easier to kiss, right? And she probably wants him to see. Which is way too sweet for his blood, and he wishes he could say something as sweet to her.

"Yeah, you can," he decides on, shifting his weight upwards, kissing at her chin and then her lips. This time, he doesn't hesitate to slip his tongue in, press down on hers, swirl around it. There's a good forty seconds before he pulls away again.

"On, uh, both of those. We can do whatever positions you want. We got time, Lilly," he murmurs against the skin of her neck as he trails kisses back down, reaching up to cup her breast in his hand, flick his thumb briefly across her nipple. That squirm from before was cute.

"Can I take the ribbon out of your hair? It's cute when it gets all over the place."

[insightfuls]

She does like him being able to see her face, though really, she figures Hibiki will enjoy the view whether he's looking at her face, the back of her head, or burying his face in her breasts. He's sweet like that.

Lilly's kiss is hungry when he finally catches her lips, opening her mouth for his tongue and sliding hers along it, the room filled with the sounds of wet kissing over the sound of the light afternoon breeze wafting through the window. A thin saliva strand connects their mouths when he pulls back, only to break when he gets far enough.

She gives a little giggle when he gropes her breast again. "Please, go ahead," she says softly, bending her neck a little so that he can access the ribbon more easily.

"Though, by the way, I'm hoping we get to me being face-down this week, too."

[offun]

"We will!" He promises, far too eager - she can't see the blush on his face, but she can definitely hear the nervous little 'eheh' as he leans back in. The tilt of her neck makes it easy for him to undo her ribbon, fingers working it out of her hair gently and deftly, but it also makes it easy for him to kiss at her neck some more. Briefly, his teeth brush across her neck. He sucks a little on the sensitive skin, too, teasing at a hickey.

"Are marks okay?" He asks. "... It's kinda weird, but I figured you'd be able to feel them, right? So I thought that'd be cool." Most girls would need to look in the mirror to find the little bruises, but Lilly's probably a little too sensitive to touch and sensation for that. Not to mention just used to feeling around on her own body for anything out of place.

He pulls away for a moment. "Ribbon's on the nightstand," he tells her as he leans back in, voice and scent and even the sensation of his lips against her shoulder accompanying the push of his weight. He trails a hand along her side, down to her waist and hips, and then down to her underwear, trailing circles against it, feeling for how wet she is. He shifts his angle as he does it, until she can feel his erection pressing against her thigh.

"Uh. Is it - is it cool if I'm a little rough? Not like, that one time I spanked you a lil' and it was kinda weird even if it was fun. More like just fucking you hard."

[insightfuls]

Mentally, she notes that the ribbons is next to them on the end table, as her long blonde hair fans out beneath her. She's not really paying attention to it or his words, though, because he is so front and center in her experience. She can feel his warmth. She can smell the hint of sweat.

"I don't mind," she assures him about the marks. "They'll be gone by the time we get back, and even if they weren't, all you'd have to put up with is a dirty look from my sister." It's not like she'd be able to actively just feel them while walking around, but knowing that they're there is enough.

When his hand slips between her legs, he'll find that she is rather wet, even through her panties. She sighs happily at the contact of his fingers against her.

"Hibiki, dear," she says, her voice a little tight all of a sudden. "You're being very sweet right now, and I appreciate it. But we have all week for nice, gentle foreplay."

Her hand slides to his hair... and grips a little in a playful squeeze. "I've been horny all car ride, so what I really want, now, is you to fuck me. As hard as you want."

Somehow, she makes even that sound classy.

[offun]

"Dude, a dirty look from your sister'd probably kill me. She looks better in a suit than -"

I do, Hibiki's about to say, but then her hand is in his hair, gripping and tilting it. And she said. Fuck. Like, yeah, Lilly swears plenty, but she is literally telling him to fuck her. As hard as he wants.

There's a part of him that still wants to ask if she's sure, but he ignores it. Lilly said she wants it, so she wants it - she isn't the kind of person to backtrack on things like that, or say them without thinking. He nods, slowly. With her hand in his hair, she can feel the motion.

"Sorry," he murmurs, giving her an apologetic kiss on the shoulder. "You're just so gorgeous, I get a little nervous. If I had my way, I'd be bending you over every half hour. Well, I don't think I can get off that much without breaking something, but you get the idea."

He's babbling. He takes a deep breath and leans in further, presses his lips to her neck and sucks, roughly, on the skin, fingers suddenly much more insistent against her crotch. His teeth drag against her neck, briefly, and then he kisses more forcefully.

He reaches to tug her wet panties down, catching two of his fingers in the waistband of them and messily tugging them down. They catch somewhere between her knees as he breaks the kiss, then leans back in, giving the spot he'd just been rough with a tender little kiss before moving a little to the left, a little further up, and once again pressing his lips roughly to her pale, smooth skin.

"Tell me how bad you want it," he murmurs, trying to sound suave but mostly just sounding nervous.

[insightfuls]

There's a retort that dies on Lilly's lips about her sister and Hibiki and how she couldn't give less of a damn about who looked better in a suit. Perhaps it's better to not mention her overprotective big sister moments after all but begging with her boyfriend to fuck her brains out, she thinks.

"Every half-hour... let's say that's on the table," she all but purrs as she feels his lips plant on her neck and suck, marking her graceful pale skin with a dark bruise. She can't see it. She knows it's there.

And when his hands paw at her crotch, she's only too happy to oblige, lifting her hips so that he can tug those panties down to her knees, her hands running all through his hair and along his shoulders as her breathing comes hard. "I've been daydreaming about it for three hours now... I'm so wet, Hibiki, can't you feel it? I need you to fuck me."

[offun]

Okay, there's all his nervousness gone.

"You look so fucking sexy right now," he breathes against her, kissing again at her neck, lips dragging across the first bruise he'd left.

Slowly, he thrusts forward, moves with his knees a little to match the motion - his cock's brushing against her pussy, now, teasing at her entrance. He moves just half an inch forward, and they're actually in contact, the head of it brushing against her folds.

"You're all flushed, and your hair's already a mess, and your lips are pouty - god, I want you to suck my dick sometime," he describes it all to her, though he's hardly painting a magical picture here.

He wraps his arms aroudn her, kisses up her neck, across her chin, and to her lips, kissing, slipping his tongue in -

And thrusting into her, rough and hard. He's probably that tiny bit bigger than is ideal, a little thicker and longer than would fit perfectly, but that just means that she feels full as he moves. He groans, loudly, into her mouth. She really is - was? - soaking wet and ready for it. He feels bad for dragging it out.

"I'm gonna fuck you into the bed," he murmurs. He almost wants to ask if that's okay, but - no. She asked him to.

[insightfuls]

"I do recall saying something about a blowjob," Lilly mentions, her hands just repeatedly combing through his hair, touching all over his head: his ears, his hair, back down to his neck. She likes sucking his cock, honestly. You don't need sight; you don't exactly see a lot down there anyway. She can do it all by touch and sound and a bit of taste.

But right now there's little thought of that as she feels his cockhead position at her entrance. He's large, and he's always been large, but she's accustomed to how it feels, being so filled... and right now, Lilly is far too wet for it to be anything more than momentarily uncomfortable as he enters her. She groans, clutching him tightly to her before letting go and frantically trying to tug at the back of his shirt, getting him to take it off.

She wants the warmth of his skin on hers. "Hibiki..." she breathes between wet kisses. "Nn... you feel so big."