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[dango_diva]

Characters: Kankurou and Anko
Date: Thursday, April 2nd
Location: The Cena Residence
Rating: PG-13 to start
Warnings/Notes: Language, Probably Violence
Summary: Anko finally returns home

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It was damn entrancing, what she was doing to him and how he was trying to follow. It all felt so perfect and Kankurou knew that he wouldn't give this up for anything, not even for his own life. While her hands were busy, Kankurou once again slid his own across her back, drawing patterns against her bareskin with his fingers. This time, now that the sentiments were done and over with, his movements were more firm and needy than soft and understanding.

"I'm bannin' clothes for th' res' of the nigh', so jus' gonna find 'nother way t'warm you up." Kankurou murmured against Anko's lips before pulling her close to him once more, finally returning her own suggestive movements with his own slow and steady roll of his hips against hers.

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Chuckling softly, Anko caught his lower lip between her teeth while she all too easily matched the suggestive movement of Kankurou's hips

[puppet_facade]

Kankurou didn't even have a valid argument for Anko ripping off his shirt, only that it was his favorite work shirt. But even that seemed weak in the face of what he was offered in return, which was a mind-numbing friction of warm and bare skin on bare skin. His scarred and tattooed skin was all but inviting to hers and vice versa. His would probably be more coarse and rough, but the warmth that radiated through her was good enough that he really didn't care.

Kankurou raised his head and allowed a slow satisfied sigh to escape his lips, allowing Anko to make her mark, his hips once again pressing insistently forward in reaction to her touch. When he could feel the next time her teeth left his skin, Kankurou moved from out of her range and moved his own head to carry out his own equal, if not a bit more demanding ministrations. With two hands firmly on her hips, he didn't give any such warnings before he lifted her up onto the blank surface surround the sink, knocking over random hygienic containers

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She couldn't help the small sound of frustration that escaped as Kankurou backed out of grasping range, but she was more than suitably compensated as her dissatisfaction was quickly forgotten with the return of his lips to her skin. Hands scrambled for some sort of leverage as she found herself hefted up onto the slick counter top, still damp with the condensation from her shower.

One hand immediately found itself threading through Kankurou's hair, massaging lightly at his scalp while his mouth moved of it's own accord, the other moving with great familiarity over the warm skin of his shoulder, his back, his bicep - anything within her reach.

"I think that's a concession I'm willing to make," she murmured, breath hitching as his teeth scraped over her sensitive nipple, her fingers tightening their grip momentarily. "Just so long as you know that there is no room for negotiation in the fact that the clothing ban is not just limited to me, which means that you're still in violation." As if to emphasize her point, Anko undulated

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His eyes screwed shut at the feeling of her retaliation, which was something he could've seen from a mile away but choose not to, if only because, yes, he was that sadistic to himself and hey, maybe taking off the pants wasn't so bad. It was all too familiar: the argument, the uncomfortable apologies (but not really), the teasing, and then the taunting, and finally, the make-up part. It was a tedious routine and Kankurou wasn't going to admit that he liked every aspect of it, but he definitely wasn't complaining about it right now. The last part was always his favorite part, stitches or no stitches.

"You wait or you'll be pushed int'th' sink, I'm warnin' you," Kankurou growled against Anko's sensitive skin, his thumbs pressing bruises into her hips. Apologies and mumbles of "I love you's" aside, Kankurou wasn't about to get that soft. The eye contact was unwavering when Kankurou pulled away once more, his hands sliding downwards as he knelt between her legs, resting against her inner thighs before Kankurou leaned forward and

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Whatever it was that Anko had been about to mutter was lost in the warm slide of Kankurou's tongue between her thighs, the words giving way to a whistle of breath between grit teeth as she found herself unable to look away. Her toes curled against the cheap veneer of the cabinet and her fingers tightened once more in his hair as she tried to cling to some shred of sanity as his mouth went to work on her sensitive flesh, the fact that he had trapped her gaze only making it that much more difficult.

The intended whine of "Not fair" morphed itself into a soft sigh of "Kankurou," when he apparently hit a spot that caused her to just give into his ministrations, as well the staring contest. With her head falling back into the mirror behind her, Anko arched her back so as to open herself up even more and trying to move against his hold for even more added sensation.