sotsugyou;;

[derepressed]

Yukimura Residence.
Tokyo, Japan, March 2014.

Graduation. A time for growing up, moving on, and... getting really drunk, apparently.

Chizuru appreciates that her friends have come to celebrate her graduation - especially since, strictly speaking, they didn't really have to. Heisuke is two years older than her, already twenty to her eighteen years, and Sen graduated last year; Kosuzu, meanwhile, still has another year to go. Surely they had other things they could be doing - but they've chosen to be here with her. For that, she is incredibly grateful.

But... she does wish "becoming an adult" wasn't synonymous with "drinking alcohol" in some people's minds. Her father had left them to their own devices, and that means he trusts them not to get up to any trouble - but Heisuke is the only one here who's old enough to drink and yet all of them (except for Chizuru, who is politely abstaining) have been doing so. Kosuzu, at least, is only taking polite sips; Sen is a little more tipsy, and Heisuke...

Well, she loves him, but Heisuke has had so much to drink already that he's sleeping it off with his head in her lap even though it's only a little after eight in the evening. It's cute - endearing, even, the way he has his arms wrapped around her waist and he looks so comfortable in his slumber - but she feels a little embarrassed, mostly because Kosuzu and Sen are both here. She thinks she would mind it less if there wasn't anyone else around to see it.

At least Sen's teasing is relatively minimal. Of course, the three of them who are still awake are neck-deep in girltalk - that's only interrupted when the doorbell rings. Chizuru looks down at Heisuke's head in her lap, but Sen tells her not to worry and trots off to answer the door herself.

A few moments later there's a delighted giggle and an "Oh, my!" before Sen calls back to them - "Ah, come here! You have to see your father's taste in graduation gifts!"

Chizuru exchanges a puzzled glance with Kosuzu before gently shifting Heisuke's arms from around her waist and settling his head on the couch, and then she's on her feet and heading for the entranceway -

...that's a man, not a gift. She pauses and stares at the man in the doorway for a few moments. "Um..."

Kosuzu, evidently more tipsy than she's been letting on, tugs on Chizuru's sleeve. "Your father got you a military man for your graduation?" It sounds as though it's meant to be a whisper, but it's loud enough for all of them to hear. Chizuru blushes crimson.

"N-no, that's... um...!"

Poor Hijikata. His timing is atrocious, really.

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[demarcates]

He won't deny her now, but goddamn if he isn't starting to feel some terrible impatience here and impatience for a world of images filling his head of having her in the most lewd situations for him. And while he knows on some level it's over the top, then unintentionally entering his head makes him want them to be more than just imagination.

He wants to taste every inch of her, drink in the liquid heat between her legs and penetrate her with his tongue seeking more. He wants that mouth of hers saying such inticing dirty things and taking him in and glancing shyly up at him as her head bobs and her lips suck him off and her tongue provides that over the top final pleasure needed. He wants to slide his erection between her breasts as she makes noises of lustful insatiable desire and presses them tight against his erection as he moves in a similar fashion as he will inside of her when they can't bother with foreplay, anymore.

And her wants to taking his swollen hot cock and slide it right into her soft wet pussy and sheath himself fully before thrusting in and out of her as she cries his name in repeated pleasure. He wants to hear her scream for him to do it more, that she loves how he feels moving inside of her and that she's never felt so good and never wants this from anyone else again.

Pulling one hand from holding her legs now that she's tightened herself around him, he reaches to move it to slide palm up underneath her before shifting to moving a finger to press up against her folds and penetrate straight into her to get a better sense of just how soaked she is and how much preparing he should bother with before feeling he can actually fuck her without hurting her.

"I won't keep you wanting for much longer." As nice as it is to hear her begging for him he'd rather hear her screaming for more than making her wait.