SaiMono scene/snippet: "Sweetest Dreams" (Kijin x Shuurei) (Rating:M)
(What some readers have insinuated they’d like to see b/w Kijin & Shuurei in “Sweetest Dreams”)
His mouth was warm against her throat, and she swallowed a gasp as she felt him press against her from behind.
“You haven’t given me an answer,” he murmured, his soft lips leaving moist kisses at her steadily beating pulse. From their position, she knew he felt her swallow.
“I… I think this is unprofessional,” she said, bracing herself with a hand against the towering bookcase.
“Mmm, what else?” the path continued from her neck to her shoulder, as he nosed away, layer by layer, the robes she wore to hide her frame. He took his time, slowly, drawing it out, sending her senses and sense scattering. It was enticing, insanity- on just the other side of the tall wooden structure, the rest of the department of Finance’s staff were still working away; she could hear their low conversations, the clicks and slides of the beads of their abacus. They worked away, oblivious to the happenings just a few short meters behind them.
The footsteps that sounded so terribly close, at times, but never seemed to poke around behind the last bookcase, where she was currently tangled with her deviously determined employer.
“We aren’t irresponsible people; this could be very reckless,” she gasped, feeling one of his hands on her hip, pulling her closer until they fit together snugly.
So close were they that she could feel the rumble of his low chuckle at her feeble excuse. She couldn’t explain why that tiny movement thrilled her so much, or why she didn’t oppose him when his other hand reached around her front to the tie that kept her tunic safely secured.
And slipped the knot loose.
“You’re right, we aren’t irresponsible,” he agreed smoothly, and slid his hand beneath the loosened hem. She felt more than heard the groan of appreciation from him, pressed up against him as she was-even as she forced her mouth to quiet her own grateful moan-when he touched her silken softeness of her stomach, fingertips trailing lightly up her ribcage.
“So we must be doing this,” his knuckles ghosted across the underside of one of her breasts, and Shuurei’s eyes flew open as she turned her face into her shoulder and sleeve to stifle her sound of surprise.
“Very,” his hand turned, so he now cupped her breast.
“Very,” he ran his thumb around the edge of her aureola.
“Deliberately,” he finished, rubbing his thumb achingly lightly over the tip of nipple.
“Ngh!”
As her knees trembled at the extraordinary sensations, Shuurei tried to steady her breathing, and became aware of Kijin’s own heavy panting (as quiet as he was).
… and the very real physical proof pushing into her backside, proving he was affected (as she was).
The sweet torture continued, over and over, until what had started as a warm pool was now a very real fire burning through her; her knees went slack and he lowered them to their knees on the ground, Shuurei’s small hands fisting in his robes, trembling as her self-control was eroded by his ministrations.
“My answer,” she began, almost a whisper as she felt his lips return to her neck.
“Mmm?”
The way the vibrations and sounds resonated within her gave her shivers, and it instantly fed the stirrings of need deep inside her core.
“… is yes.”
A moment later, for the first time that any of his employees could remember, Minister Kou declared a day of vacation for his employees for the remainder of the afternoon, and ordered them to leave immediately.
It was extended until noon the next day.
His mouth was warm against her throat, and she swallowed a gasp as she felt him press against her from behind.
“You haven’t given me an answer,” he murmured, his soft lips leaving moist kisses at her steadily beating pulse. From their position, she knew he felt her swallow.
“I… I think this is unprofessional,” she said, bracing herself with a hand against the towering bookcase.
“Mmm, what else?” the path continued from her neck to her shoulder, as he nosed away, layer by layer, the robes she wore to hide her frame. He took his time, slowly, drawing it out, sending her senses and sense scattering. It was enticing, insanity- on just the other side of the tall wooden structure, the rest of the department of Finance’s staff were still working away; she could hear their low conversations, the clicks and slides of the beads of their abacus. They worked away, oblivious to the happenings just a few short meters behind them.
The footsteps that sounded so terribly close, at times, but never seemed to poke around behind the last bookcase, where she was currently tangled with her deviously determined employer.
“We aren’t irresponsible people; this could be very reckless,” she gasped, feeling one of his hands on her hip, pulling her closer until they fit together snugly.
So close were they that she could feel the rumble of his low chuckle at her feeble excuse. She couldn’t explain why that tiny movement thrilled her so much, or why she didn’t oppose him when his other hand reached around her front to the tie that kept her tunic safely secured.
And slipped the knot loose.
“You’re right, we aren’t irresponsible,” he agreed smoothly, and slid his hand beneath the loosened hem. She felt more than heard the groan of appreciation from him, pressed up against him as she was-even as she forced her mouth to quiet her own grateful moan-when he touched her silken softeness of her stomach, fingertips trailing lightly up her ribcage.
“So we must be doing this,” his knuckles ghosted across the underside of one of her breasts, and Shuurei’s eyes flew open as she turned her face into her shoulder and sleeve to stifle her sound of surprise.
“Very,” his hand turned, so he now cupped her breast.
“Very,” he ran his thumb around the edge of her aureola.
“Deliberately,” he finished, rubbing his thumb achingly lightly over the tip of nipple.
“Ngh!”
As her knees trembled at the extraordinary sensations, Shuurei tried to steady her breathing, and became aware of Kijin’s own heavy panting (as quiet as he was).
… and the very real physical proof pushing into her backside, proving he was affected (as she was).
The sweet torture continued, over and over, until what had started as a warm pool was now a very real fire burning through her; her knees went slack and he lowered them to their knees on the ground, Shuurei’s small hands fisting in his robes, trembling as her self-control was eroded by his ministrations.
“My answer,” she began, almost a whisper as she felt his lips return to her neck.
“Mmm?”
The way the vibrations and sounds resonated within her gave her shivers, and it instantly fed the stirrings of need deep inside her core.
“… is yes.”
A moment later, for the first time that any of his employees could remember, Minister Kou declared a day of vacation for his employees for the remainder of the afternoon, and ordered them to leave immediately.
It was extended until noon the next day.