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[ She doesn't think she's ever heard him go so long without mouthing off and saying something.

Tsukuyo lets herself be pulled close, although for some reason, even though he can stare at her less from this angle, it's almost more embarrassing. It's almost too intimate to her - not that this whole thing isn't anyway but she doesn't want to acknowledge how good it feels being pressed against him like this or how good his lips feel.

She can tell he's close already... Honestly she hadn't exactly come into this expecting a marathon. But she can at least get something out of this for herself before he decides to collapse in a heap then wander off and go get a pudding cup from the fridge or whatever the hell he usually does after this...

This position is good for friction but at this point she knows how to move herself to get more out of it. The way she presses her hips more flush against his and grinds herself harder against him probably isn't going to do anything whatsoever to help him last longer, even if he had the motivation to do that but hey, once she can feel that tell-tale heat building between her legs then she doesn't really care if he's about to blow his load and collapse already. Even if she's doing most of the work to get herself there.

Tsukuyo lets herself moan, eventually - something that sounds vaguely like the word "Fuck" as she digs her fingers into one of his shoulders and lets that heat wash over her. ]

_{[ It's a pretty effective way to get him to shut up. He really doesn't get the opportunity to sleep around like he used to in his younger days now that he's got a business to run, a city to protect, and a found family to care for. Ever since he was brought here, though, he's here where intimacy is encouraged and he has no further distractions that he can occupy his time with.

Gintoki is one to give more friction and speed when he's close, but it's rather sudden when he finally comes, one of his hands curling into her flaxen hair as he releases several hot spurts inside of her, also cursing under his breath. His whole body is still shaking but he doesn't stop his pace no matter how breathless he is, unaware of the dull marks his other hand has left on the small of her back. Thank God he trimmed those claws down before they did anything.

His movement does eventually slow, his body pleasantly flushed and doused in a sheet of sweat, a glow still lingering in his eyes. ]}

H—Hey, you done yet?

_{[ WOW. Of course he would ask something like that..!! It's just like a guy to not know if his female partner has had an orgasm yet or not, jfc. ]}

[ It feels good, feeling him come undone like this. The way Gintoki's fingers curl into her hair makes her shudder and she's trying way too hard not to think about how much she really likes the way he looks right now.

And-- Of course he doesn't know - they never know unless the woman makes a big damn song and dance announcement out of it like in porn. Tsukuyo sighs, those spotted ears of hers twitching in irritation while she slowly withdraws herself from him. ]

Yes, I'm... "done".

[ Maybe it's the fact that she just got her "fix" and that her Cordis urges have been temporarily sated but the moment her backside hits the futon again you can see the gears in her head starting to spin off into overdrive as she lays there staring at the ceiling for a moment. What the hell did she just do?

Smoke. She needs to smoke. And not in a sexy post-coital way.

When Tsukuyo finally speak again she just carries right on keeping her eyes trained on the ceiling. No eye contact. Looking at him is bad. Bad. She's trying to keep her voice as calm and neutral as possible. ]

I'm goin' to stand up now. And ya ain't goin' to look at my ass when I do it.

Edited 2020-05-23 23:50 (UTC)

_{[ Okay, great. She's done. But is she just done or is she done-done? Did she do and now she's done? Anyway, Gintoki can't help but feel a nudging desire to whine (thankfully, he doesn't actually do that) when she's removes herself, but why? He, too, typically likes things casual and not intimate whatsoever. You know, not as intimate as you can be when you're having sex. Glory holes? Those things are great. He really needs to find an outlet like that instead of.. this. Instead of trying to casually fuck someone very important to him. The childish part of him wants to blame this on her; he did tell her to stay away, but he had every chance to escort her out.

It's true. He wanted this, and maybe, just maybe, he still wants this.

Gintoki is also joining her in gazing at the ceiling wordlessly. Wow, such an interesting ceiling.

When she announces what she's going to do, he speaks softly, though he's trying to make it sound like a joke, it doesn't sound anything like that: ]}

That's going to be hard to do.

[ Tsukuyo is... really quite reluctant to get up honestly. But what else is she supposed to do? She can't just stay here and fuck him all day. Unless-- No. Do not even go there. That's just Cordis talking. ]

Would it be any easier if I poked yer eyes out?

[ She's retrieving the kunai that she wears in her hair as she says that, just to make it that little bit more unsettling.

Fortunately she doesn't seem like she's going to follow through with the threat just yet though, as she slowly gets to her feet and makes her way over to where her kimono was discarded. It's obviously her pipe that she's really after here and once she's got her hands on it she's quick to light up.

It's perfectly normal to be standing in his bedroom, totally butt naked part from her stockings, having a smoke, right? Priorities. Tsukuyo has a plan: smoke first, then she can make a totally smooth and not awkward at all exit. ]

Please don't poke my eyes out.

_{[ It's a quiet plea, but a plea nonetheless, as said eyes are keeping keen contact with where that kunai is going. It goes in her hair and he lets out an exhale of relief. He can't look away, though. He meant it when he said she's beautiful on the outside and on the inside.

He sits up slowly. ]}

You leaving?

[ There’s a good minute or so before Tsukuyo answers that question. She’s got smoking as an excuse right now, sort of. She slowly exhales a long plume of smoke, deciding to try and ignore the fact that she can feel his eyes on her again. ]

Ain’t that what I should be doing?

[ It’s what she should have done at the start of this whole thing if she’s being honest with herself. ]

If it's what you really should be doing, you would have been gone by now.

_{[ Gintoki knows there might be a reason for her lingering here. Maybe it's because she doesn't really wanna leave, but who knows. Apart of him wants to go to her, but he knows better. He probably shouldn't give her too much flack right now. ]}

Make sure the door is shut on your way out, then.

_{[ So demanding. ]}

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