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FILL: "some head in a comfortable bed" (kiyoko/yachi)
(Anonymous) 2014-10-28 06:33 am (UTC)(link)The door opens before she can get too worked up, and Kiyoko is standing there in front of her in shorts and a tank top, smiling. She’s so wonderfully, alarmingly beautiful that Yachi almost drops her bag of overnight things right on the floor.
Then she really does drop it, because Kiyoko is pulling her in for a hug and she smells so good it should probably be illegal.
“Missed you,” Kiyoko says softly, once she’s ushered Yachi inside.
Yachi still feels like there must be someone lurking behind her who’s more deserving of Kiyoko’s affections, but the thought is easily quieted when Kiyoko leans down to kiss her. She responds enthusiastically, winding her fingers through Kiyoko’s soft dark hair and opening her mouth with a little gasp when Kiyoko’s tongue touches her bottom lip.
“I missed you too,” Yachi says when they break apart, still hovering close enough that she can see how Kiyoko flushes with pleasure at the words.
That just makes Yachi want to kiss her even more, and so she dives back in, pressing clumsy kisses against the corner of her mouth and her jaw and that sensitive spot right by her ear. Kiyoko shivers and runs a hand along the line of Yachi’s back, all the way up to the nape of her neck.
“Do you wanna go to my room?” Kiyoko sounds a little sheepish. “I was planning on making dinner first, but--”
“Yes,” Yachi interrupts, so overwhelmed that she has to just bury her face in Kiyoko’s neck for a second and inhale. They’ve both been busy with finals, and she’s spent the past few weeks imagining how it would be when they finally found time to see each other again, sometimes with a hand down her pants and sometimes not.
“Sorry,” she says when she emerges, because just standing around sniffing people probably isn’t sexy.
“It’s okay,” says Kiyoko, a laugh in her voice as she leads Yachi down the hall.
Her bedroom is just as neat and tidy as the last time Yachi came over, and it still smells just like her. Yachi is so preoccupied with trying to take everything in that she’s unprepared for it when Kiyoko gently pushes her onto the bed, letting out a squeak that she immediately regrets.
Kiyoko grins wider, bracing a hand by Yachi’s head and leaning down to kiss her again. Her tongue dips shallowly into Yachi’s mouth as she rests her palm low down on Yachi’s stomach, pushing her shirt out of the way until it’s rucked up over the top of her bra. Yachi sits up so she can tug it all the way off, and then waits a little breathlessly for Kiyoko to do the same.
“Yours too,” she says, in case it isn’t completely obvious what she wants, and then wants to kick herself for being overeager.
Kiyoko doesn’t seem to mind, though, pulling her tank top over her head and getting rid of her bra along with it. Yachi has to close her eyes and take a few deep breaths, or else she’ll probably hyperventilate or something else terrible. When she started attending university, Kiyoko had gotten back into playing sports, and it shows in the easy muscles of her bare arms and stomach. If there’s a better sight to be seen in this world, Yachi doesn’t know about it.
Then Kiyoko is pulling her close, deftly unhooking her bra and laying kisses along the line of her throat.
Yachi lets out a shuddery gasp when Kiyoko opens her mouth, licking a spot on her neck and dragging her teeth across it until it’s flushed red and shiny with spit. Her hands come up to tangle in Kiyoko’s hair again, aimlessly twisting her fingers through it. Yachi can already feel herself getting wet, and it only gets worse as Kiyoko’s mouth moves lower. Soon she’s sucking kisses into the tops of Yachi’s breasts, and Yachi already feels so thoroughly debauched she’s not sure whether she’ll survive the whole night.
She actually whimpers when Kiyoko starts sucking one of her nipples, hands immediately flying out of Kiyoko’s hair to cover her mouth as she blushes bright red. Kiyoko glances up and smiles, a fond smile that Yachi’s seen a million times before, except now Kiyoko’s mouth looks slick and a little swollen and Yachi only blushes harder.
“You don’t have to be so embarrassed,” Kiyoko says. Yachi can’t really concentrate on the words, because she’s also pinching the nipple she’d just had her mouth on and rolling it deliberately back and forth between her fingertips.
“I can’t really help it,” Yachi says, the words coming out muffled from behind her hand, but Kiyoko is already back to work.
She bites at the soft underside of Yachi’s breast, rubbing thumbs over her nipples in hard little circles until Yachi forgets how to breathe right. Then she travels further down, pressing a line of kisses down the center of Yachi’s stomach until she reaches the button of her shorts.
Yachi, who’d held her breath the entire time Kiyoko was kissing her stomach so that she wouldn’t be heaving around unattractively under her mouth, lets it all out in a huge gust and pushes her hips up, begging wordlessly.
“Don’t worry,” says Kiyoko, reaching down to undo the button and easing Yachi’s shorts down, tossing them aside once they’re off. Her voice sounds innocent, but her expression looks anything but. “There’s plenty of time.”
Yachi had been hoping against hope that Kiyoko would take her panties off along with the shorts, her usual shyness at being naked trumped by how incredibly turned on she is. Instead, Kiyoko backs off, kissing the inside of her knee with a smile.
Yachi squirms, letting out a whiny noise that’s even more embarrassing than her earlier squeak, but Kiyoko’s mouth still moves achingly slow, kissing all the way up her thigh and spending an inordinate amount of time at the crease right at the top. Her knuckles keep brushing over the wet spot at the front of Yachi’s panties, and Yachi is absolutely positive she’s about to die. She can’t even be mad about it, because on a list of ways to go this would be pretty high up there.
After about a thousand years, Kiyoko finally hooks her fingers in the waistband and tugs them down. For a long moment after that she makes no move to touch or anything, just quietly observes as Yachi squirms underneath her.
“Please,” says Yachi, a lot louder and more desperately than she’d meant to, and Kiyoko finally gives in.
She plants one more kiss on Yachi’s thigh, and then she’s licking her, long and slow and messy. Yachi lets out a strangled noise, toes curling in the sheets. She’d been so tense a couple seconds ago, but now she feels like she’s melting into the mattress, pleasure hazing over her brain until all she can focus on is trying not to grind down on Kiyoko’s face.
Her tongue is so soft and hot and wet, and the beauty mark near her mouth is just barely visible if Yachi cranes her neck. Soon, she moves on from the broad, flat strokes of her tongue and starts concentrating on Yachi’s clit.
Yachi moans as Kiyoko seals her lips around it and sucks, not bothering to cover her mouth this time. It feels so good, unbelievable, and the fact that it’s Kiyoko down there doing that to her somehow makes it even better.
Kiyoko pushes a finger inside her and she makes a sound almost like a sob, her whole body shuddering as Kiyoko’s tongue drags up over her clit again.
“Gonna come,” Yachi breathes, feeling it build up inside her. Kiyoko moans, and the sound has Yachi working her hips up shamelessly, searching for more of that feeling.
Kiyoko crooks the finger she has inside Yachi, stroking her insides as her tongue curls against Yachi’s clit, and Yachi comes harder than she has in recent memory. It seems to last forever, and Kiyoko soothes her through it, petting her thighs as she leans up to kiss her, mouth and chin impossibly slick and wet.
Yachi kisses back hungrily, hands already gravitating to the hem of Kiyoko’s skirt.
“We can wait,” Kiyoko gasps when Yachi presses fingers against her through her underwear, but that’s probably the worst idea Yachi’s ever heard.
She’s too impatient to take the rest of Kiyoko’s clothes off, so she just reaches up underneath her skirt and pushes her panties aside. She’s so wet already, like maybe she’d been touching herself while she was getting Yachi off, and Yachi sinks two fingers inside her right away.
She starts up a rhythm, quick thrusts in and out while she rubs Kiyoko’s clit, because she knows Kiyoko likes it a little rough like that. Yachi really wants to go down on her, to taste her and feel her come apart up close, and she’s absolutely certain that she will before the night is over. Right now, though, she’s just focused on making Kiyoko come as quickly as possible.
“You’re so hot,” she blurts out, taking in Kiyoko’s flushed face and the way her chest heaves as her glasses slip down her nose.
Kiyoko just tips her head back and inhales sharply, the tight wet heat surrounding Yachi’s fingers spasming as she comes. Yachi keeps fucking her until Kiyoko shudders all over and pushes her hand away, too sensitive to continue.
Yachi hums happily and slides the fingers that had been inside Kiyoko into her mouth, figuring it’s more polite than just wiping them on the bedsheet. Kiyoko tips over with a groan and pulls Yachi close to her, tangling their legs together and dropping a kiss into her hair. She’s still breathing hard, and Yachi feels slightly exhausted herself.
“Missed you,” Kiyoko repeats into the quiet surrounding them. Yachi smiles and reaches for Kiyoko’s hand, lacing their fingers tightly together.
Re: FILL: "some head in a comfortable bed" (kiyoko/yachi)
(Anonymous) 2014-10-28 06:44 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: "some head in a comfortable bed" (kiyoko/yachi)
(Anonymous) 2014-10-28 06:48 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: "some head in a comfortable bed" (kiyoko/yachi)
(Anonymous) 2014-11-01 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)10/10 would recommend, long live kiyoyachi