[ It's no more than a handful of minutes past the hour when Nami knocks at Tseng's door, one hand running idly along her side, smoothing down the fabric of the short dress she elected to throw on over what she was wearing in the picture. Shifting slightly where she stands, her eyes dart up and down the corridor before snapping to his face the second the door is pulled open, and she sees him.
Her eyes narrow as her lips curve in the same subdued, casually easy smile she was wearing the first night they'd crossed paths, a similarly confident heat warming her eyes ]
Glad you were free. [ The arm absently crossed over her front falls to her side as Nami steps forward and head past him into his suite, giving it a brief precursory look before her attention returns to him. ]
Every time I see you, you end up wrecking me no matter where we are. I guess I was curious what would happen if I came to your place. [ Nami's smile sharpens, becoming a look that's equal parts wolfish and inviting. ]
[ it's a rare night of relaxation for tseng, which is part of why he'd been so immediately open to inviting her over. he's dressed down, for him anyway, in a pair of soft slacks and a sweater instead of his usual shirtsleeves and jacket, and his hair is pulled up into a ponytail instead of falling around his shoulders. he pulls the door open, then leans against it, giving nami an amused look as he makes room for her to pass by and enter his suite. ]
Are you hoping for different results this time? [ the door swings closed behind him as tseng follows nami back into his suite. it's still as empty as ever, although there are a few personal belongings dotting the space: the orchid, somehow still alive, a jacket draped over the back of a chair, an extra pair of slippers near the sofa. ] I assure you I'm equally capable of wrecking you in my bed as I am anywhere else.
[ tseng doesn't really think nami came here looking for other results. in fact, he thinks she came here exactly for this: for a good, thorough fuck that she knows will leave her a mess when they're through. ]
Not really, I just wanted to get fucked on something bigger than a massage table.
[ Straightforward is always a good thing, and though they've only met a few times it's obvious that, like herself, Tseng is keen to get right to the point. However, she's also nosey, and since the luxury of anonymity has been shed, she doesn't see any harm in casing the place, sizing up the sparse details for clues as to what kind of person Tseng is when he's not leaving her a soaked mess.
It's a sleek, curated space, elegant in a very pared down way, and while it might raise a few getting to know you style questions, they'll either have to wait until later, if they get asked at all. Sparing one more look around them, Nami turns and moves closer to Tseng, and drapes an arm on his shoulder while she tips her chin up to meet his eye. ]
So which way's your bedroom? [ Nami's voice is softer as she asks, her free hand smoothing over the front of his pants, palm flat until it curves around the shape of his cock through them. ]
[ while there are some few cases where tseng is more than capable of beating around the bush, nami is mostly right: he prefers to be straightforward when possible. and for that reason he appreciates nami's candidness in speaking to her desires, her blunt response drawing a smirk to his lips as he watches her size up the decor and layout of his suite. ]
I can help with that.
[ whatever her examination is looking for, she must find it—either that, or she's less interested in his interior decorating than she is in his body. tseng unfolds his arms from across his chest as nami steps closer, instead wrapping them around her waist to pull her a little closer—although not so much closer that he dislodges her hand from where it creeps down his front to cup his cock through the thin material of his pants.
she'll find him already starting to stiffen, stirred to arousal by just the thought of fucking her. that's the kind of impression she left, evidently—enough to get him hard just by the power of suggestion. ]
This way. [ his hands slide down from nami's back to her ass, and tseng leans down to kiss her as he begins to walk them back from the living space and down the hall that leads to his bedroom. ]
[ Letting her hand work over the hard line of his cock would be arousing on its own, but thanks entirely to the very vivid way she can recall almost every detail of having him buried inside her, finding him hard is more than enough to leave Nami sure the thin fabric of the panties she sent a picture of mere moments prior, are already beginning to grow damp with want. ]
You've made that really obvious, yeah. [ Her gaze is hot, eyes creasing slightly at the corners as they sweep over his face, the palm of her hand curving over the swollen shape of his head, squeezing deftly, carefully as he brings his mouth down to meet hers in a kiss. Nami lets her lips part and her tongue glide light against his, her hand briefly leaving his cock to tug his pants open as the hands that travel over her ass send a sweet pang of awareness straight to her cunt.
She wants that large, luxurious surface to fuck on, but that doesn't mean she can stop herself from derailing their progress here and there. After popping open the button on his pants, there's a moment where she brings them to a stop that lasts long enough for her hand to fist around the base of his length while her teeth catch his lower lip to tug at it. ]
[ the brief pause in their trip gives tseng a moment to appreciate the shape of nami's body against his, along with the deft, confident way she handles his dick. by now he's fully hard in her hand, muffling a quiet noise against her lips as she grips the base, and the tug to his lip is enough of a test of tseng's patience to get them back into motion again.
it's not easy for tseng to maintain his composure through the way nami licks into his mouth and cups her hand around the sensitive head of his cock, but he manages at least to keep them on the right path back toward the bedroom. he knows the way by heart now, after all, which means he doesn't need to glance around himself as they kiss, even while he's walking nami back through the hallway and down toward the door. one of his hands stays where it is on nami's ass, a firm and proprietary grip, and the other delves down the back of her panties to slip all the way under her, his fingers curling up against her wet cunt and rubbing over her folds. ]
You're dripping, [ tseng murmurs against nami's mouth, his voice rich with satisfaction. at this angle he can just about curl his fingers up enough to press the tips of his fingers inside her, feeling how hot and wet she is as he finally pushes them back through the bedroom doorway. ] You like my cock that much, hm?
[ well, tseng likes nami's cunt just as much, so no harm no foul. he withdraws his fingers from her panties and pushes her back a half-step, only enough that he can hook his hands in the hem of her dress and pull it upwards to get it off her entirely. ]
[ It's a wonderful cycle, her awareness of his enjoyment over how absolutely soaked being fucked gets her, just makes her all the wetter, ensuring the slick heat of her cunt greets his fingers as an extra pang of pleasure zings across her senses over being touched from behind like this. ] Mm, don't sell your fingers or your tongue short.
[ Nami tips her head back, pulling away from that kiss just long enough to let her lips wrap around Tseng's tongue, sucking briefly as though she intended to underline the way her precum slicked hand strokes up the length of his cock before pumping downward with a little extra speed.
Once she feels him move to lead her back again, she loosens her hold, resuming the languidly slow massage to the thickened head of his cock, until he withdraws his hand and pushes her back far enough to get her dress off.
After unhooking her bra and letting it join her dress on the floor, it's with a pickpocket's deftness that she returns the favor, getting the sweater he's wearing off before working his pants open the rest of the way, her impatience apparent in the way she shoves them off his hips. ]
[ the quick rejoinder makes tseng chuckle, and his smile lingers as he lets his gaze trail down the revealed shape of nami's body. she really is beautiful, and the confidence with which she carries herself only makes her moreso—not to mention the impatient way she strips tseng quickly out of his clothes too.
he leaves the garments where they fall, stepping out of his slacks and then pushing his underwear down his hips as well so that when he lifts nami up and backs her onto the mattress, they're both fully nude. tseng lays her back down against the pillows, then covers her body briefly with his own, pinning her to the mattress as he leans down for another hot, thorough kiss. ]
Then which do you want first? [ he asks when they part. like this, they're pressed so closely together that when tseng shifts slightly, his cock rubs against her wet cunt, which is a fairly compelling argument in favor—but tseng likes to keep his partner's preferences in mind, too. ]
[ The hot, hard press of his cock as it drags against the outer folds of her cunt and gets slicked up with the wet already clinging there is a very convincing argument indeed, but Nami manages to hold out, at least long enough to lean up and catch his bottom lip with her teeth, tugging teasingly as she lifts her hips and feeds into the friction between their bodies. ]
Not going to make it an easy choice, are you? [ She sounds so pensive, but the hands moving down the line of his body, make it obvious her mind is well on its way to being made up. Nami traces along his back before her hands sweep around to his front, first to touch over the sleek lines of his sides, before she grasps at his hips. She grips them with a fleeting, teasing roughness, ducking her head to rake her teeth against his collarbone before she punctuates the motion with a gentle bite.
One hand travels low on his body to fist loosely around his cock, the firm press of him against his palm sending a throb of want straight to her cunt. ] I want your cock first. [ She guides his head past her folds, letting the thickened crown of it drag lightly against her clit, teasing herself before easing him to the already soaking heat pooling at her entrance. ]
[ it would be a lie to say tseng didn't see this outcome coming, and just as much of a lie to say that he's not feeling just the same way. the heat and wetness of her cunt against his cock is more than temptation enough so that there's no resistance in him when nami's touch finally guides him to her entrance; tseng just rocks slowly forward through the circle of her fingers, sinking himself fully into the warm clutch of her body.
the previous times they've done this were full of urgency, demands made of each other's bodies. the frenetic coupling at the anonymous club, followed by the waxplay in the massage room—in comparison, this is much tamer. and yet no less enjoyable for it, because in some ways this is more fun, just the two of them taking pleasure in each other's bodies for no other reason than simple desire.
tseng drops a hand to hitch nami's thigh up over his hip, spreading her a little wider so that each thrust can slide deeper, and he lowers his head to catch her mouth in a greedy, thorough kiss. each forward press of his hips means his pelvis makes contact with nami's clit, rubbing sweet friction between them, and the ripples of pleasure tseng can feel both in her body and in her cunt have him humming a noise of pleasure that gets muffled in nami's mouth. ]
[ As he sinks inside her, Nami inhales sharply against his mouth, keeping the base of his cock in a massaging hold until he's too deep for her to do anything but move her hand to his hip, grabbing him as she rocks upward to slowly grind against him. Tseng kisses her, quieting a low moan as he sinks deep into her, spreading the folds of her cunt, so his pelvis presses flush to her clit, the sensation making her shiver as she tightens around his cock slightly.
Nami's unoccupied hand tangles in his hair as she lets her teeth rake against his bottom lip, her body moving with his, slow but unmistakably eager for everything he's got to give. ]
Really glad you were free. [ Her tongue licks into his mouth,and runs against his, kissing him again for a long, heady moment before drawing back to try and catch her breath, knowing she's not likely to be able to do that completely any time soon.
Another blissful tremor works through her as the pressure on her clit keeps her senses sharp, leaving her achingly aware of every inch of his cock as it fills her, her nails bite gently into his hip as her own tip downwards, trying to position herself to bask in the friction that already threatens to erode her composure. Fun is the perfect word for this, and she can see herself losing the whole afternoon to enjoying it. ]
[ although the movements of their bodies together remains languid to start, there's certainly no lack of desire or enthusiasm in each thrust and each roll of nami's hips. the smooth, confident way nami moves allows tseng to really focus on all the physical sensations of her, body heat and breath and the slick noise of his cock moving inside her, everything so deliciously erotic it sends shivers down his spine.
when she pulls back to speak, he can't help a smile, although he returns the thorough kiss before responding. ] So am I.
[ without anything else to steal his attention, tseng finds himself even more appreciative of nami herself—he can feel the press of her breasts against his chest and the movement of her stomach and thighs when she breathes and shifts, and each of those details becomes something tseng files away to remember. same for the way she quivers every time he bottoms out and his pelvic bone rubs over her clit, which he does again and again. ]
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I am. Where would you have me?
[ just point him in a direction, he'll be there. ]
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Your place? In an hour?
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[ pin drop for her, one floor down. ]
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Her eyes narrow as her lips curve in the same subdued, casually easy smile she was wearing the first night they'd crossed paths, a similarly confident heat warming her eyes ]
Glad you were free. [ The arm absently crossed over her front falls to her side as Nami steps forward and head past him into his suite, giving it a brief precursory look before her attention returns to him. ]
Every time I see you, you end up wrecking me no matter where we are. I guess I was curious what would happen if I came to your place. [ Nami's smile sharpens, becoming a look that's equal parts wolfish and inviting. ]
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Are you hoping for different results this time? [ the door swings closed behind him as tseng follows nami back into his suite. it's still as empty as ever, although there are a few personal belongings dotting the space: the orchid, somehow still alive, a jacket draped over the back of a chair, an extra pair of slippers near the sofa. ] I assure you I'm equally capable of wrecking you in my bed as I am anywhere else.
[ tseng doesn't really think nami came here looking for other results. in fact, he thinks she came here exactly for this: for a good, thorough fuck that she knows will leave her a mess when they're through. ]
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[ Straightforward is always a good thing, and though they've only met a few times it's obvious that, like herself, Tseng is keen to get right to the point. However, she's also nosey, and since the luxury of anonymity has been shed, she doesn't see any harm in casing the place, sizing up the sparse details for clues as to what kind of person Tseng is when he's not leaving her a soaked mess.
It's a sleek, curated space, elegant in a very pared down way, and while it might raise a few getting to know you style questions, they'll either have to wait until later, if they get asked at all. Sparing one more look around them, Nami turns and moves closer to Tseng, and drapes an arm on his shoulder while she tips her chin up to meet his eye. ]
So which way's your bedroom? [ Nami's voice is softer as she asks, her free hand smoothing over the front of his pants, palm flat until it curves around the shape of his cock through them. ]
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I can help with that.
[ whatever her examination is looking for, she must find it—either that, or she's less interested in his interior decorating than she is in his body. tseng unfolds his arms from across his chest as nami steps closer, instead wrapping them around her waist to pull her a little closer—although not so much closer that he dislodges her hand from where it creeps down his front to cup his cock through the thin material of his pants.
she'll find him already starting to stiffen, stirred to arousal by just the thought of fucking her. that's the kind of impression she left, evidently—enough to get him hard just by the power of suggestion. ]
This way. [ his hands slide down from nami's back to her ass, and tseng leans down to kiss her as he begins to walk them back from the living space and down the hall that leads to his bedroom. ]
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You've made that really obvious, yeah. [ Her gaze is hot, eyes creasing slightly at the corners as they sweep over his face, the palm of her hand curving over the swollen shape of his head, squeezing deftly, carefully as he brings his mouth down to meet hers in a kiss. Nami lets her lips part and her tongue glide light against his, her hand briefly leaving his cock to tug his pants open as the hands that travel over her ass send a sweet pang of awareness straight to her cunt.
She wants that large, luxurious surface to fuck on, but that doesn't mean she can stop herself from derailing their progress here and there. After popping open the button on his pants, there's a moment where she brings them to a stop that lasts long enough for her hand to fist around the base of his length while her teeth catch his lower lip to tug at it. ]
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it's not easy for tseng to maintain his composure through the way nami licks into his mouth and cups her hand around the sensitive head of his cock, but he manages at least to keep them on the right path back toward the bedroom. he knows the way by heart now, after all, which means he doesn't need to glance around himself as they kiss, even while he's walking nami back through the hallway and down toward the door. one of his hands stays where it is on nami's ass, a firm and proprietary grip, and the other delves down the back of her panties to slip all the way under her, his fingers curling up against her wet cunt and rubbing over her folds. ]
You're dripping, [ tseng murmurs against nami's mouth, his voice rich with satisfaction. at this angle he can just about curl his fingers up enough to press the tips of his fingers inside her, feeling how hot and wet she is as he finally pushes them back through the bedroom doorway. ] You like my cock that much, hm?
[ well, tseng likes nami's cunt just as much, so no harm no foul. he withdraws his fingers from her panties and pushes her back a half-step, only enough that he can hook his hands in the hem of her dress and pull it upwards to get it off her entirely. ]
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[ Nami tips her head back, pulling away from that kiss just long enough to let her lips wrap around Tseng's tongue, sucking briefly as though she intended to underline the way her precum slicked hand strokes up the length of his cock before pumping downward with a little extra speed.
Once she feels him move to lead her back again, she loosens her hold, resuming the languidly slow massage to the thickened head of his cock, until he withdraws his hand and pushes her back far enough to get her dress off.
After unhooking her bra and letting it join her dress on the floor, it's with a pickpocket's deftness that she returns the favor, getting the sweater he's wearing off before working his pants open the rest of the way, her impatience apparent in the way she shoves them off his hips. ]
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he leaves the garments where they fall, stepping out of his slacks and then pushing his underwear down his hips as well so that when he lifts nami up and backs her onto the mattress, they're both fully nude. tseng lays her back down against the pillows, then covers her body briefly with his own, pinning her to the mattress as he leans down for another hot, thorough kiss. ]
Then which do you want first? [ he asks when they part. like this, they're pressed so closely together that when tseng shifts slightly, his cock rubs against her wet cunt, which is a fairly compelling argument in favor—but tseng likes to keep his partner's preferences in mind, too. ]
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Not going to make it an easy choice, are you? [ She sounds so pensive, but the hands moving down the line of his body, make it obvious her mind is well on its way to being made up. Nami traces along his back before her hands sweep around to his front, first to touch over the sleek lines of his sides, before she grasps at his hips. She grips them with a fleeting, teasing roughness, ducking her head to rake her teeth against his collarbone before she punctuates the motion with a gentle bite.
One hand travels low on his body to fist loosely around his cock, the firm press of him against his palm sending a throb of want straight to her cunt. ] I want your cock first. [ She guides his head past her folds, letting the thickened crown of it drag lightly against her clit, teasing herself before easing him to the already soaking heat pooling at her entrance. ]
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the previous times they've done this were full of urgency, demands made of each other's bodies. the frenetic coupling at the anonymous club, followed by the waxplay in the massage room—in comparison, this is much tamer. and yet no less enjoyable for it, because in some ways this is more fun, just the two of them taking pleasure in each other's bodies for no other reason than simple desire.
tseng drops a hand to hitch nami's thigh up over his hip, spreading her a little wider so that each thrust can slide deeper, and he lowers his head to catch her mouth in a greedy, thorough kiss. each forward press of his hips means his pelvis makes contact with nami's clit, rubbing sweet friction between them, and the ripples of pleasure tseng can feel both in her body and in her cunt have him humming a noise of pleasure that gets muffled in nami's mouth. ]
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Nami's unoccupied hand tangles in his hair as she lets her teeth rake against his bottom lip, her body moving with his, slow but unmistakably eager for everything he's got to give. ]
Really glad you were free. [ Her tongue licks into his mouth,and runs against his, kissing him again for a long, heady moment before drawing back to try and catch her breath, knowing she's not likely to be able to do that completely any time soon.
Another blissful tremor works through her as the pressure on her clit keeps her senses sharp, leaving her achingly aware of every inch of his cock as it fills her, her nails bite gently into his hip as her own tip downwards, trying to position herself to bask in the friction that already threatens to erode her composure. Fun is the perfect word for this, and she can see herself losing the whole afternoon to enjoying it. ]
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when she pulls back to speak, he can't help a smile, although he returns the thorough kiss before responding. ] So am I.
[ without anything else to steal his attention, tseng finds himself even more appreciative of nami herself—he can feel the press of her breasts against his chest and the movement of her stomach and thighs when she breathes and shifts, and each of those details becomes something tseng files away to remember. same for the way she quivers every time he bottoms out and his pelvic bone rubs over her clit, which he does again and again. ]