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Enticed by a man who looks likes he's got a burnt field growing outta his head? Not possible.

[ Are they really going to keep slinging these back and forth like they usually do even in this situation? It's making her feel slightly less like she's fallen in way over her head here at least, even though she's completely contradicting herself with her actions again.

She's already got some idea of how this whole "moonlacing" thing is supposed to feel. Still, she's still not quite prepared for how good it feels to have his arms around her - so much so that there's an embarrassingly audible noise of contentment. She feels his mouth part and she knows where this is headed but what the hell is she supposed to do with these fangs? Or his fangs for that matter?

Yeah.

She's gonna let his mouth just hang open in a very sexy way for a minute while she mutters to him: ]

If ya bite my tongue, I'll kill ya. [ what about her biting his? Also, if threat of imminent death isn't a total turn-on then I don't know what is. Either way, she's going to work with this somehow, tilting her head slightly and parting her own lips as she deepens the kiss and presses him back against that wall that he was so damn fond of earlier.

And yes, that is her tongue. Even if making out is far as this goes, she's still not going to be able to look him in the eye for a good while because of this. ]

_{[ Fortunately, Gintoki knows how all of this goes. They're both struggling; the Cordis moon doesn't always show a person's true emotions. Sometimes, it makes them act.. a lot different than how they're supposed to. It shouldn't excuse his behavior, though. He really should try harder to try and knock them sense into them both. After all, this isn't his first go around with this. He should know better.. be more adapted.. more trained.. like Goku!

That's it, I'm going to do it. Even if it makes her mad right now-- even if we end up fighting. I don't want her doing something she'll regret. I don't want to do something that I'll regret. I should just--

Oh. But now he's pressed against that wall once more, only it's cause of her force and strength. He makes a muffled noise when he's kissed but makes no valiant effort to fight back.

The lecherous part of my personality is too strong..!! Over 9000 kind of strong..!!

That's the excuse he settles with as he slips his tongue into her mouth, his hands gripping her hips steady, but once again, he's mindful of his claws. ]}

[ He's definitely not Goku. This is all Gintoki's fault, obviously. He's been here longer, he should know better. They can ignore the fact that Tsukuyo didn't listen to him in the first place...

And she's still not sure why she's not punching him yet.

She's reaching a hand up as though she's thinking about it but instead she just tangles her fingers in that stupid mop of hair of his, tugging it some. Maybe it's just a little way of showing her inner frustration at all of this, but she's kind of rough about it. It's a stupid burnt field, but it doesn't feel like one. And the fox ears are definitely weird.

She slips one of her legs between his, pressing part of her thigh ever so lightly against... something. It would be oh so very easy to knee him in the balls like this. Yes, the thought does occur to her. ]

_{[ You know, Gintoki wonders about sometimes about the important aspects that make up his personality. Lazy, childish, lustful. There's good aspects to him too.. loyal, self-sacrificing, over all a pure soul if we actually get down to it.

However, there are times he doubts his sadistic nature. Maybe he's more like an "M." That would rightfully describe why women of Tsukuyo's nature always grab his attention.

It's possible. What also helps is the fact that, as rough as her tendencies tend to be, she is one of the people he solidly trusts his life with and would ultimately sacrifice his life for. Now, he's never said these things to her before because he's really bad at being emotionally vulnerable, but she should know by now from the countless times they've fought together in the past. She's beautiful, even if she's certain she isn't and even sometimes when Gintoki may think otherwise.. like when she's stabbing him with kunai.

Right now, though, she's beautiful, even as she places her knee between his legs. He half expects her to be rough, but the gentle pressure is nice, encouraging the budding stiffness that is fattening up the front of his trousers. She receives a low hum of appreciation.

It seems foolish to ask yet again, but he does break away their kiss, pulling away to give her a look that is.. certainly something she hasn't seen from him before. His eyes, still their lazy half-opened appearance, were doused with lust. ]}

Only if you're sure.

_{[ He's being respectful in the best way he can be right now, but his palms are traveling up her sides. You know, closer to the fuller areas of her body. ]}

[ They're as bad as each other. Tsukuyo knows this whole thing is so much worse because she really does have feelings for him, but of course she will never admit that.

She can definitely feel the effect that simple touch of hers is having on him... Ordinarily, she would be overwhelmed. Freaked out. She still is really. But she also feels like she really needs this. It's overriding anything else. That's why she almost groans with frustration when he pulls away again.

It's true, she hasn't seen that look in Gintoki's eyes before. It's making her heart beat faster than it should and she's inwardly cursing at herself for that fact. That and the Cordis addled part of her brain that is extremely attuned to the fact that he wants her right now- and vice versa- and is taking extreme satisfaction in that. She can feel his hands traveling to one of those places that would normally land him in a suplex throw and she's trying really damn hard not to betray her own arousal when she responds. ]

Do ya wanna keep askin' me that until we both snap outta this in however many days this lasts? [ She's taken the tack of hiding the look on her face from him now by leaning forward and pressing her lips to his neck. She can't let him look her in the eyes when she says this next thing. ] ...Where's your bed?

_{[ Gintoki's hands pause their curious wander, oh-so close to the side curves of her breasts. His head tips lazily to allow her more room, his golden gaze surveying the little apartment he's in. Sure, it came with a bed when he first got here, but he replaced it with a futon for.. sentimental reasons. Same reason there tatami flooring and sliding doors. He couldn't resist transforming his place into something that was a replica of his apartment back home with some minor differences. ]}

Ah.

_{[ He voice is a little dry and he has to clear it to talk properly. ]}

By.. bed, you mean.. traditional bed, right?

_{[ Other women have given him shit about his sorry excuse for a bedroom, but he can't help it. He's a former samurai and part of his heart still lies with traditional customs. ]}

[ Tsukuyo can feel his hands wandering closer to her breasts and she makes a small sound against his neck, her lips cautiously moving lower down... And then he's asking her some weird question about beds that she's not really fully comprehending because, well, she has more pressing issues going on right now.

She pauses. ]

...I hadn't really thought about it.

[ She pulls away to look at him, apparently puzzled and slightly frustrated by the question because she has a need here and it was embarrassing enough to ask him in the first place... is she supposed to specify? ] I... don't care?

Ah.. right. I should have known.

_{[ WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??
Look. He's has people he's brought home complain about the state of his house. Though, he should have known better with Tsukuyo. Possibly.
He slips out of her hold (tragically), his palm sliding against her waist as he heads towards the bedroom. Though, as he walks, showing his backside to her, he's undoing his belt and sash, unable to stop his tails from wagging ever so slightly.

He's still nervous, but he thinks his Cordis instinct and libido will overcome the anxiousness he has. He glances over his shoulder as his yukata opens and he starts to slip it off his body. Gintoki's voice dares to drop again, but he prevents it. ]}

This way.

_{[ Don't mind him, he'll leave a trail of clothing that she can follow if she somehow loses him. ]}

[ She has no idea what he's talking about - if anything, the only thing she'd complain about if it were any of her business is the fact that he's leaving a goddamn trail of messy clothes all over his apartment that he's probably not going to pick up until he absolutely has to. And the wagging tails are a little distracting.

It's a little jarring, how much the place does look like his home though - not that she'd seen all of it but it's obvious when they reach his bedroom this is more or less exactly what his room would be like in Edo. The thought makes her flush a little bit.

Of course Tsukuyo takes a look at him as he takes things off, but she averts her eyes a little as her hands move to start undoing her obi. It's not that she's usually embarrassed of her body or shy about it or anything, it's just... It's Gintoki. All of this time she's been insisting to him that she's not a woman anymore and she's given up her womanhood. It's kind of difficult to keep that up when all of her... womanly features are going to be on show here.

When she gets to removing her kimono there's an audible tinkling sound of metal hitting metal as the clothing hits the floor... Just how many kunai did she have stashed in there? ]

Edited 2020-04-19 13:57 (UTC)

_{[ One handy little thing his room does have is a little bathroom, and that's where he's at by the time she's made her way in the bedroom. He's hastily clipping his claws in there, already keenly aware this wouldn't do. He's gotta have safe hands for groping! And.. everything else.

Gintoki curses under his breath cause it's kind of painful since his claws are more solid than just fingernails, but also, he wants to make sure they're extra dull. Last thing he needs is getting thrown out the window cause he made a mistake and hurt her, but he's learned that through their minor interaction a few minutes ago this isn't going to fly.

The clank of the kunai have his pounding heart settling at ease. Oh, she'll be completely unarmed. Doesn't mean she still can't kick his ass if she wanted to but he's oh-too-familiar with those kunai.. so hearing them put aside is nice. ]}

I'll.. uh, be out in a moment.

_{[ Where were the things they needed? It isn't as if Gintoki had been getting laid so often he kept up with everything on hand. He's also, maybe, a little bit shy cause now he's down to his underwear— maybe he wouldn't be if this was any other girl but it's Tsukuyo. They're the embarrassing star print ones. Truly childish.

Gintoki pops his head out once he has protection and lubricant on hand. Did they really need all of this? Wasn't there talk of people being sterilized in the medbay? Better safe than sorry than try and bring it up right now.

Anyway, that thought completely goes out the door while he gives her a whole look over without shame.. and without saying anything. Awkward! He's so awkward. Sleeping with her has zapped a lot of his confidence cause she's such a strong person.. in both her physique and personality. ]}

[ ...Hey, she still can still use the kunai she has in her hair in a pinch.

Is Tsukuyo surprised by his choice of underwear when he comes out of the bathroom? Not entirely... He gets a quirk of an eyebrow and a faint smirk at that despite her own nerves and awkwardness. By contrast her own are what you would expect; plain, black. It wouldn't be them without some form of ribbing each other over something so stupid as his underwear; it almost helps to settle her a little. ]

...Did ya go out and buy those specially?

[ The clipped claws don't go unnoticed when she moves closer and she's both embarrassed and silently grateful for that... They hadn't looked like the best things to contend with. Gintoki also looks... really awkward. Like she needs to take control again here kind of awkward. That and the whole Cordis thing is making her increasingly crave that contact with him again. Also, just how exactly is he so damn built when he eats nothing but sweet crap?

When Tsukuyo kisses him again, she presses her body to his and cautiously places a hand on his chest, guiding him back towards that stupid futon of his that he was apparently so concerned about. ]

Edited 2020-04-20 06:25 (UTC)

_{[ Please don't use your hair kunai in a pinch... unless he asks you to.

It does, but it also brings to Gintoki's attention that she's looking specifically there, so he can't help but call her out as he sets down the things they'll need within reach. Embarrassing, honestly. ]}

Oh? Did something catch your attention in that direction?

_{[ That is his retort. Ribbing is what he does best with his partners, really. As she takes control again, low an behold, he begins to be assertive himself. His mouth is sealed from a kiss so he can't make anymore dumb remarks, but as she guides him back towards the futon, he takes ahold of her at the waist again, but turns them around so he's leading her to the futon. He'll try to guide her down to sit if she allows it, their kiss breaking so he can busy his mouth with parts of her skin, specifically around her collar bone. He breathes out a gentle command: ]}

Relax.

_{[ You also need to relax, Gintoki. ]}

[ Tsukuyo allows Gintoki to guide her to sit down but... Relax? What does he mean? She's totally relaxed about all of this... Also, yeah, what about him?

She'll keep that protest to herself, for now, because honestly, his mouth is... distracting. It feels good and it makes her mind race to some point where she's actually daring to wonder what his mouth would feel like on other parts of her body.

Damnit. She bats those thoughts out of her head pretty quickly, determined not to let them run away with her and turn her into some foolish flustered woman. That sigh has nothing to do with anything. She's just really, really relaxed right now. ]

...You relax. [ Ah, there it is. Does she sound turned on? Nah, that's just your imagination.

Her hands move to touch his shoulders while he kisses her, almost caressing him a little in silent encouragement. ]

—No, you relax.

_{[ Gintoki??? They can have this argument for hours on end, but hopefully they won't be fucking for that long. Haha, jk, UNLESS..
Now that she's seated, he's also comfortably in front of her and he's about to get more comfortable, honestly. His hands shift around to her back, working to unclasp her bra. Now.. how did this work again? It's been a moment. Meanwhile, his nose nuzzles against her.. near her ear (or where her human ear would be if she just has animal ears? Moonblesseds are wild.) ]}

.. You know, I've wanted to do something like this for some time now.

_{[ Oh? What is this? A confession? Absolutely not. He's just being gross, no matter how much Tsukuyo is hoping for that. Though, his sentence is cut short since he can't get her damn bra unclasped. Gintoki pipes up. ]}

Oiii, what is this? A chastity bra..!?

_{[ WHAT THE HELL IS THAT EVEN. ]}

[ Fortunately someone here has a slightly higher maturity level and isn't going to prolong this argument any further. ]

I am relaxed.

[ ...Well, at least she changed the angle of the argument.

Anyway, she's much more preoccupied with him struggling with her bra at this moment to bother indulging with his bullshitting. Smooth, Gintoki. ]

...Why am I not surprised that ya can't deal with these?

[ Tsukuyo gives him about 30 seconds longer before she sighs, reaches behind and bats his hands away with her own so she can undo the damn thing herself.

She doesn't look impressed as she tosses the thing to one side but on the plus side: boobs. She's almost forgotten to be embarrassed. ]

Edited 2020-04-21 20:48 (UTC)

You would think a courtesan would have something a little more easy access...

_{[ Gintoki, stop being gross. He's joking, but still. Gross man. In either way, he does allow her hands to move instead, but he encourages the undergarment to slide off. He's doing her a favor to not stare at her and instead allow his lips to move lower, finally allowing his hands to get, well, a handful on both of her breasts.

The kisses along the top of her breasts are gentle. He would use his teeth but he's nervous of scraping such a sensitive area with his fangs, so he opts to be delicate. One thing is obvious, though, he's leaving her a hickey or two by merely sucking and soothing over each mark with the flat of her tongue. You know, he could have at least asked.

Gintoki casts her a look by batting his lashes upward, curious of her reaction. At least his mouth is busy so he can't say something else stupid. ]}

Yer'd think the "Saviour of Yoshiwara" wouldn't be so easily defeated by a bra.

[ Such an ass, seriously. ~~look at ur heart, look at ur choices, Tsukki~~

Also, how many times has Gintoki "accidentally" groped one of her breasts? And how many times has he been severely punished for it? She's lost track of how many times she's sent him smashing to the ground for precisely that. It's almost a reflex for Tsukuyo at this point.

Now here he is with his hands on both of her bare breasts, no repercussions and she's not fighting him. She wants this.

Tsukuyo is trying not to look at what he's doing at first, she can't deal with the idea of him possibly seeing her reaction. Her hands return to their previous place on his shoulders though and the moment she feels him sucking at her skin he'll feel her grip tighten in reaction. She looks down then and of course it's the moment Gintoki decides to take a look at her. She had seen that pure lustful look in his eyes earlier, now he gets to see it in hers. Although she's quick to avert her gaze, zeroing in on the marks he's left on her instead. ]

...Did I say I wanted a memento? [ The annoyance in her voice is kind of marred by the arousal that is clearly there as well. Still, she is annoyed. Now she's going to have to carry that little reminder with her for at least a little while. ~~she'd have to return the favour~~ ]

_{[ He thought he'd never see the day when he would be able to get his hands all over like this and be able to live the tell the tale, but he asked her several times and it's what she wanted. Funnily enough, it's what he wants right now too. His eyebrows lift slightly when she looks away and he removes his lips off of her skin with a light, distinctive pop. ]}

Aa? And who wouldn't want a memento?

_{[ Though, he's not one to keep doing something that his partner doesn't like even if she's just letting her denial side show itself. Sadist or not, consent is important. His hands do squeeze as if to bid their farewell and then travel elsewhere, one smoothing over her stomach and over her pelvis, fingertips soon splaying over the outside of her underwear. He presses his fingers against her through her undergarment, aiming to tease with firm, rhythmic strokes. ]}

Can't help it. Your body is beautiful and it matches your soul.

_{[ Oh, oh. What. Before she has a moment to question him, he cuts her short by pressing their lips together again, mouth open and his tongue ready to meet hers.

Giving a person compliments is embarrassing. He really has a hard time looking someone in the eye and sayng stuff like that. ]}

[ He's not the only one thought he'd never see this happen. Tsukuyo doesn't have much time to dwell on that, nor on any disgruntled retort she might have had for that memento response. Because his hands are on the move again and he's touching her exactly where she most wants to be touched right now.

Then he goes and opens his mouth again, completely taking her aback. Even if she had a chance to respond, she'd be hard pushed to do so. If Gintoki finds it embarrassing, what the hell does he think saying something like that so suddenly is doing to her of all people? She never thinks of herself as beautiful, yet whenever he says it, she can maybe believe it for just a little while.

Why does he always have to make her feel things that she shouldn't?

She moans quietly against his mouth, half embarrassed by the sound she's making and half much too absorbed in getting her Cordis-addled fix to care. Her tongue meets his and she's roughly tangling the fingers of one hand in his hair again, only breaking the kiss momentarily to murmur to him. ]

Don't tease me. [ She's never going to ask him nicely, but it's pretty damn obvious that she wants his hand in her underwear. ]

_{[ Come on, Tsukki. Surely you expected some teasing. It's sort of his thing, sexual and not.

He's keenly aware that she's not someone who finds herself beautiful, but that's precisely why he feels the need to compliment her and remind her that she is. She's beautiful when she's like this, when she's fully dressed and smoking her pipe, when she's fighting alongside the people that matter to her.

His hair is thick, wiry, and.. kind of hard for someone to grab a hold of, but she manages just find and his response is a low hum against her mouth. It's not really hard for his partners to find out he does like having his hair tugged. ]}

As you wish.

_{[ Gintoki mutters against her lips, slipping that one teasing hand underneath her elastic band and stroking her; up and down over her clit before making small circles. There's not much else he can say, though, so he seals another kiss over her mouth. He keeps this pace for awhile, halfway waiting on instruction but also halfway enjoying himself. ]}

[ Of course she expects teasing. It's just this particular kind of teasing of his has more of a chance of driving her even crazier than usual.

Tsukuyo curses softly against his lips as he touches her, trying and failing to stop herself making a sound. Any amount of denial on her part isn't going to disguise that he should feel her growing wetter against his fingers the longer this goes on.

She responds in kind with another tug in his hair, while her other hand moves down his torso, sliding down his abs until she finds the front of those ridiculous star print underwear of his - although, probably not surprisingly, she's kind of forgotten about the print at this point. She presses her palm against him, gauging for a reaction while she gently squeezes him through the fabric.

...See, she can be gentle. Which is good, because if he's not going to protest then it's not long before he's going to find himself with her hand in his underwear returning the favour. She breaks their kiss, stroking his cock as she kisses his neck and lets him feel just the barest hint of her teeth. It feels good, just to let a little of that newly acquired side of herself show a little. ]

I want ya to lay down. [ She's not going to ask him nicely either. ]

_{[ Something is just delightful hearing her curse like that. His pointed ears perk forward, as if expecting more. Both of his tails are at it again, thumping lightly against the flooring behind him as they wag. He does feel how damp she is now, fingertips rubbing along the folds of her skin. His breath hitches when he's groped. You know, a proper grope that feels nice for his budding erection. He's about average sized, Tsukki will probably find out.

The little bit of teeth is nice, but he's not one to be too noisy during sex. She does receive a good moan out of him for that though. At her command, his eyebrows raise and he begins to move away from her. ]}

Say no more. I was just on my way there, actually.

_{[ It's not like he had an issue not being in control in this situation. Actually, it was less work for him, so he's fine with it, especially with someone he trusts. He complies, finding himself on his back in no time, his own hands finding her hips and encouraging her on top of him. ]}

[ Of course he was on his way there, she knows what he's like... Even if it's not necessarily in this of all situations. And at least if he's lying back on them his tails might calm down a bit.

Tsukuyo hesitates when Gintoki starts to guide her on top of him, keeping herself where she is. ]

Hold on.

[ She stays kneeling for a moment, reaching up to pluck the two kunai from her hair- Gintoki's a sitting duck like this it's true, but it will become clear enough pretty quick that stabbing him with them isn't her intention though (right now anyway...) when she simply places them on the floor. She then frees the rest of her hair from it's ties - it was kind of obvious that it was on it's way to getting messed up anyway. Tsukuyo brushes a few of the blonde strands out of her face when she does settle herself on top of him, straddling his lap and acutely aware that he's going to get quite an eyeful like this.

She hurriedly tries to brush such thoughts aside as her lips find his neck again, teeth lightly grazing his collar bone as one hand reaches to down between them to return to his underwear. Apparently he didn't get enough of a grope earlier and well, if he wants to be a lazy ass she evidently doesn't mind taking the lead in return. She strokes him rhythmically and it's... kind of obvious she knows what she's doing with her hands. ]

_{[ Gintoki's pupils shrink when he sees her hand going for those kunai, but he remains calm, stifling a small chuckle once he sees she's merely taking her hair down. It's a nice look. Gintoki isn't too surprised, though. What else do you expect from someone who belongs to Yoshiwara.

He takes in a sharp inhale when he feels that delightful sting of her teeth. ]}

Didn't know I'd also be getting a show with this.

_{[ He says cheekily, but it shut up quickly when he finds very shortly after that her hands know exactly what they're doing. Gintoki is fairly certain he's never been with a woman who has handled him like that, and the noises he makes pretty much make that obvious. It doesn't take long before Tsukuyo will feels her fingers damp as well. ]}

Oi, you sure we didn't recruit you from the hentai industry to be in our anime?

_{[ Gintoki, shut up. ]}

[ She's inwardly flailing at that. It's not a damn show, it's just practical! Practical.

She can just about ignore that first comment but then he goes and opens his mouth again when he should really, really be keeping it shut. Especially when she was just starting to enjoy the noises he's making...

Tsukuyo looks up, slowly removing her mouth from his neck so she can look him in the eye. Then ever so casually: ]

...Would ya rather I snapped it off instead?

[ HE SHOULD REALLY BE CAREFUL WHAT HE SAYS WHEN HIS DICK IS IN HER HANDS...

And on that delightful note, she releases him (lucky for him) and is kind of shimmying to take her underwear off. If he's kept his boner after that then he's a trooper. She's left her fishnets on, mostly because they're annoying to remove but the pervert might appreciate it.

If he's too lazy to take his own underwear off then she'll quite happily slice them off for him... ]

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