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2010 Winter Games Kink Meme
Figure Skating Post!
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He’s tired of having his back against a wall as enjoyable as it is, as enjoyable as it was finding out firsthand Shizuka wasn’t wearing a bra, (“I didn’t need it,” she says, a little embarrassed and out-of-breath but still regal, still the same Shizuka) so he picks her up, letting her wind her long legs around his waist and make a soft sound of surprise into his neck.
“I’m heavy,” she whispers, giggling a little, and kisses her way across his cheekbones.
“No,” he says back, matter-of-factly, and turns his head to kiss her again, this time harder, all teeth and tongue. “God, Shizuka,” he pants, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to her collarbone and enjoying entirely too much the way she tightens her arms around his neck and the way her shivers started at the beginning of and travel all the way down the long line of her back.
He finally reaches her bed after what feels like a million little detours, and he is so turned on. He can’t stop kissing every inch of skin he can find, and pushes a hand up her sweater to press his palm into the small of her back. He doesn’t have big hands but they feel huge against Shizuka’s back, and he can feel every shift of muscle. He sets her down, still gentle, even when he tugs at her earlobe with his teeth, bites at the soft skin along her jaw line, hands still feeling huge and callous and rough when he tugs her sweater off and over her head.
He lets her pull his shirt off over his head, and laughs into her navel when she folds it once carefully and drops it onto the carpet next to her bed. He feels her fingers slide into his hair, and he groans when she tugs his head up, away from her perfect breasts but towards her warm, slick mouth, and Stéphane just wishes he could be touching everything at once, wishes he could just spread his hands and have every nerve ending touching somewhere warm and soft and Shizuka’s.
Somewhere along the way she’d gotten both their pants off, and Stéphane really had to admire that kind of efficiency in a girl. To show his appreciation, he goes back to his challenge of getting the most reaction out of Shizuka with a renewed determination. He elicits a moan when he thumbed her nipple, so he does it again. He could feel her bone-deep shiver when he runs his mouth up the inside of her smooth, smooth thigh, so he does that again too. Finally, he feels her heels dig into the middle of his back and she actually whines, so Stéphane decides to award himself the victory for the night, for life, etc., and kisses his way up higher than he had all night.
He pushes at Shizuka’s thighs gently and when he looks up the flat plane of her stomach, her face is flushed and she has an arm thrown over her eyes, inky black hair spreading over her pillow like a Rorschach test for desire.
Shizuka liked sucking, he figures out after a few minutes of experimentation, so he licks and sucks dutifully, even though he was so hard he really couldn’t think beyond the taste of Shizuka on his tongue and Shizuka shaking beneath him as she got closer and closer. He takes a chance and uses a hint of teeth and suddenly Shizuka’s hips were snapping up and Stéphane grins at the outpouring of noise from her throat. It wasn’t that Stéphane didn’t like quiet sex, but there was something about Shizuka that made him nervous, made him want to be certain he was doing it right.
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