She was barely through the door when Agito was pressed against her, all whipcord-lean muscle, sharp teeth closing oh-so-gently on her jumping pulse. Yayoi felt her mouth go dry and took in a deep breath.
"It was a letter." She managed breathlessly--the letter was crumpled in her hand already, forgotten as heat pooled in her stomach, a contrast to the cool wall flat at her spine. She unfolded her fingers and let it flutter to the ground and wrapped her arms around him, pressing greedily into the touch of his skin, feeling the fragile curve and bump of his spine.
He might have tasted like blood; that didn't stop her from kissing him back when he found her mouth, his hot and sharp, His hands curled against her hips, bunching her skirt in his fists, and as her breath went shallow and she wound her hands into his hair, he pushed between her thighs.
"Mine." The Fang King growled into her throat, and Yayoi's thoughts of school-- and if we're caught--! faded.
Instead she let his slide his hands up her legs to the lacy edge of panties and the jackhammer thump of the pulse in her thigh, let him leave sharp bruising kisses down her neck and collarbone. She tightened her grip and helped him wind one long leg around his waist, hips fitting between her thighs as he curled his fingers into the fragile fabric of her panties and tore.
She squeaked, startled, and he filled her in a single sharp thrust. Not unprepared, her body already warmed and going to slick, but there was a stretch and not-unpleasant ache as he squirmed closer against her body, pressed deeper and made her hitch and brace her shoulders to wrap the other leg around his waist.
"Mine." He muttered again into her her shoulder, then her mouth as he moved in her, the coiled power in those lean muscles tighteneing, driving her against the wall. She might be bruised tomorrow--Yayoi didn't care, could only stifle a scream as he drove her past endurance and into a flash-fire climax, muscles tightening down around him as she keened into his mouth and writhed, pinned there helplessly.
Agito kissed her so hard her head was forced back against the wall and with two sharp, short thrusts finished. For a second they stayed that way, wound around each other and gasping for breath, and then she managed to unwrap her legs and he let her slide down, hastily grabbing her as her knees nearly went out from under her.
Shaky, Yayoi touched a spot on her neck that was practically burning and looked questioningly at him. He'd left marks that would be plain as day in her uniform--
"It was a letter." She managed breathlessly--the letter was crumpled in her hand already, forgotten as heat pooled in her stomach, a contrast to the cool wall flat at her spine. She unfolded her fingers and let it flutter to the ground and wrapped her arms around him, pressing greedily into the touch of his skin, feeling the fragile curve and bump of his spine.
He might have tasted like blood; that didn't stop her from kissing him back when he found her mouth, his hot and sharp, His hands curled against her hips, bunching her skirt in his fists, and as her breath went shallow and she wound her hands into his hair, he pushed between her thighs.
"Mine." The Fang King growled into her throat, and Yayoi's thoughts of school-- and if we're caught--! faded.
Instead she let his slide his hands up her legs to the lacy edge of panties and the jackhammer thump of the pulse in her thigh, let him leave sharp bruising kisses down her neck and collarbone. She tightened her grip and helped him wind one long leg around his waist, hips fitting between her thighs as he curled his fingers into the fragile fabric of her panties and tore.
She squeaked, startled, and he filled her in a single sharp thrust. Not unprepared, her body already warmed and going to slick, but there was a stretch and not-unpleasant ache as he squirmed closer against her body, pressed deeper and made her hitch and brace her shoulders to wrap the other leg around his waist.
"Mine." He muttered again into her her shoulder, then her mouth as he moved in her, the coiled power in those lean muscles tighteneing, driving her against the wall. She might be bruised tomorrow--Yayoi didn't care, could only stifle a scream as he drove her past endurance and into a flash-fire climax, muscles tightening down around him as she keened into his mouth and writhed, pinned there helplessly.
Agito kissed her so hard her head was forced back against the wall and with two sharp, short thrusts finished. For a second they stayed that way, wound around each other and gasping for breath, and then she managed to unwrap her legs and he let her slide down, hastily grabbing her as her knees nearly went out from under her.
Shaky, Yayoi touched a spot on her neck that was practically burning and looked questioningly at him. He'd left marks that would be plain as day in her uniform--
Agito cocked his head and smirked.
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