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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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"Why not?"

Her lips curve into a pout; she shifts, just a little, so that she can look up at him again with half-lidded eyes without sacrificing any of their closeness, so that her arms can stay around him and his arms can stay around her even as she adjusts the angle she's looking at him with.

Chizuru isn't normally this shameless, that much is true, but... none of her inhibitions seem to matter in the slightest. "Does Hijikata-san dislike the idea of being with me...?"

"Because you're drugged and I'd be taking advantage of you," he replies, his words clipped and they're as much for him as they are for her. Shit, it's not like he's oblivious—at least, to himself—and sometimes he catches himself watching her in less than innocent fashion, the way he really shouldn't because she's practically a kid and he has a fiancée that he can do that sort of thing with and not sacrifice a girl's dignity and what the hell, anyway? What is it that's so irresistible attractive to him about her that he can barely stand her looking at him like that (he doesn't need her take on giving him bedroom eyes), anyway?

"You'll regret it when you wake up tomorrow."

...But, there's a part of him nagging that if he doesn't do it she's going to have to find release somewhere and that it would be worse to let her throw herself at someone else again.

That answer makes her shake her head. She could be denying that he would be taking advantage of her, or that she would regret it - but it's most likely that Chizuru is denying both those statements.

She brings up her hand to press two fingers to his lips to silence him; only then does she give voice to her denial.

"It wouldn't be taking advantage... I want you, Hijikata-san." And just in case there was any ambiguity about what she meant by "want," she brings her other hand to rest on his chest before slowly running it down. "It isn't something I would regret... I would regret it if I ended up with someone else tonight."

I want you.

It's enough to make him feel weak in the knees and he does lack the ability to protest further when her fingers touch his lips to quiet him. And Hijikata doesn't look away from her as he hand trails down, but and he feels his pulse start to heighten a little and he feels both a thrill and something disgusting chastising him for the other sensation. There's a flush to his face just acknowledging that he's well aware of what she wants from him, but is he going to be able to live with himself after this?

Something tells him yes because in the back of his mind she's his is already known like it's been something predetermined from the start. It's like he had his chance once upon a time and he missed it and he would be an idiot to not take the opportunity to express this, regardless of circumstances.

Regardless that he's supposed to get married and that she has a boyfriend.

He adjusts his hold on her, hands sliding lower as he slips them to her grasp at her lower ass and picks her to turn them around and press her up against the eaton knee up to support weight and he sighs as he presses his forehead against hers.

Shifting as he uses his torso to keep her up, his words are a whisper even as he runs a hand up he thigh, with deliberate action to ride her dress up so he can easily part her legs to either side of him and he can be flush against her.

"Don't forgive me for this when you wake up tomorrow."

Chizuru keeps her eyes locked on his as her fingers trail further and further down - she wants to see the look in his eyes when she reaches the hem of his shirt and tugs it up so that she can brush her fingertips against the skin underneath, just above his tips, so close to dipping past the waistline of his pants but not quite there.

As his own hands slide lower and he adjusts his hold on her, her lips twitch into a smile, because it means she's getting what she wants from him. His sigh is not met with a sigh in return, just a small noise of contentment as he presses his forehead to hers.

She shivers in anticipation at the touch of his hand on her thigh and doesn't make any move to keep him from hiking up the skirt of her dress or to keep him from parting her legs; if anything, she shifts to make it easier on him and then leans in to press herself against him, to feel him more fully now that he seems to be giving in and there's the chance of feeling his body against hers more completely.

"Don't tell me what to do," She whispers back. "I'm an adult... I can make my own decisions about whether or not to forgive you for giving me what I want."

Now she slips her fingers into the waistline of his pants, teasing at the top button and at his skin. "And I want you so much right now... more than anything. Please, don't try and tell me that wanting you is wrong."

Goddamn if he didn't feel this jump of further desire when her fingers touch the skin underneath the top of his pants. Despite the circumstances he can't help but smile somewhat bitterly as he leans in to brush his lips against the underline of her jaw.

"Is that so? I didn't realize you still were so bold these days." Thea assertiveness reminds him of the insistence she had as a child and while he obviously never considered it then, he can see that he did subconsciously concern himself with how much trouble she might end up being in her late teens and early twenties. If he let's himself drift too much from his thoughts of condemning his weakness for this girl (why her, what did she promise him physically that everyone else automatically wasn't worth the time)?

"Have you ever even done this before?" he asks, moving one of his legs up to slide up in between her legs, not quiet ready to explore there with his hands just yet. "I feel like you have some big fantasies to have a desire such as doing this with me."

He can't tell her she's wrong and Hijikata isn't sure because she simply told him not to or if he the fact he has no authority to tell her what to do of what she'll feel when push comes to shove. Perhaps she won't regret it... but she'll be unable to tell him that without the assistance of substance to loosen her self-inflicted control on her mannerisms.

"You are quite beautiful," he muses, pushing her into the wall just a little more. Maybe he can scare her out of this, he doesn't know but he'd rather not succumb to his real desires of touching her all night. "I don't think I can really hold myself back from taking you as my own."

Please scare her out of this, he pleas mentally ( but he's also all too aware of the darker protest consisting of 'no, don't ever let her stop at all ).

She sighs lightly at the brush of his lips against her jaw - now they're getting somewhere. Even just the lightest touch makes her feel as though she wants more and more. And Chizuru can't just blame this on whatever drugs are in her system right now - she didn't long to be touched this badly when she had been speaking with the other man.

But with Hijikata, she wants all of this and more.

"I can still be bold when there's someone I want." And that someone is him. Part of her thinks it has always been him, but that's crazy, because she didn't always know him. Still, what had he said at his engagement party? That he'd spent so long chasing after a girl in his dreams...? Maybe the reason it's so easy for her to crave his touch is because she was dreaming of him before she even knew he existed.

Her breath hitches as he moves his leg between hers, and she trembles with anticipation but leans in to whisper into his ear again, rather than making a motion to take this any further. Still, the intent is so obviously there; her words will hammer it home.

"Once," Is the soft reply, followed up with, "And I thought of you during the parts that felt best. I even almost said your name, at the end..." It had made her feel so guilty - that she had been imagining Hijikata when she was with Heisuke, that she couldn't get her mind off of him even when Heisuke was trying to give her some sort of a present for her graduation (a few days late, because how much he'd had to drink had put a stop to that before they could even begin). "I think imagining you made it even better. So I've been wondering... wondering and wondering... how much better it must be with the real thing."

He presses her into the wall and maybe she should be frightened. Maybe normally, she would be - but every inch of her is practically crying out for his touch and she isn't afraid in the slightest. She just wants to feel him against her.

"I don't want you to hold back, not even a little bit." She leans in, then, her lips a hair's breadth away from his. "I don't think I can hold back at all. If you don't take me, maybe I should just take you...? Would Hijikata-san like that?"

If his heart wasn't pounding before it sure is now with he words. A part of him wonders if that's really true, that it either has to be or she's a really good dirty talker without any practice. Shit, is this how far things have come? That he's ensnared by a woman that isn barely legal to be in sections of this club as it is.

But what really sparks his insides, that makes him start to really be unable to ignore that he is excited and his body is starting to reveal that, is her last set of words. He wants to on his initial thought just brush her off but so far she's done very little of what he's expected and that isn't being translated into a bad thing.

It's not because he's never been much able to do this with his fiancé, that his best sexual experiences were not past random sexual and meaningless encounters. But, even though they have nothing between them, it feels like there is something irresistibly strong here. It's what he's have hoped to feel with the woman he'd spend his life with.

It's no use to try and hide the color in his cheeks, that she's definitely amazed to catch him off guard enough with her words that he is the in embarrassed before her but it doesn't make him think twice about whether he should do this with her.

No, he's already contemplating when he will be able to do it again. That horror lurching in his head is still raging for attention and to set him straight to not be seduced by her and let him do this to her but he already can't help it and the lust is burying is smothering that protest.

"I..." He swallows, inhaling slowly even as he starts to explore her with one hand on top of the dress. He doesn't go too low or high, but he does eventually slip his fingers onto her skin at the collar bone and trace down until he meets the neckline of her dress right at the furthest dip between her breasts and hooks his finger there to give an experiential tug. "I think I'd like it very much if that's how it played out." And he realizes this is going to play out however the hell she wants it because he's already wrapped around her finger and he'll be a stupid typical lustful son of a bitch that he'll do anything so long as he gets to hear her pleasure and keep witnessing it through his own.

At least for now, though, he's going to pretend that isn't the case and he moves his hand to one of her breasts and squeezes it through her clothing and starts massaging it even as he seeks to arouse her body enough there to be able to feel her nipples erect through the outfit and undergarments. "And if I take you right here against this wall, everyone's going to be potentially able to hear and see if they get close enough to walk by. Does that turn you on now rather than embarrass you ?"

For him, he's pretty sure he's feeling both. Shameless semi-public sex in a place like this does have its highs.

"Really..."

He would like that, huh. Then that means she doesn't have to worry about scaring him off - that she has more leeway to tell him (but more importantly, show him) all the things she wants to do to him and all the things she wants him to do to her.

But Hijikata is already getting started on that part, and her lips begin to curve into a smile at the touch of his hand - when he slips his fingers onto her skin and traces down to the neckline of her dress, she smiles fully. Good. This is right. There is absolutely nothing at all to her that feels wrong about the way he tugs at the fabric, nothing wrong about the way he moves his hand to start toying with her through her clothes.

(Maybe there should be. If she were clearheaded, would this feel wrong? Her guilt over betraying Heisuke like this is here, it's present, but it's overshadowed by the way she craves Hijikata's touch. But so much of that craving isn't because of the drugs... there's no way of knowing for sure.

Unless they did this again. Without the drugs. Then she would know. The thought isn't the slightest bit abhorrent to her; she likes the possibility of this not being the only time she can hold Hijikata's attention in this way.)

It won't take a whole lot of effort to arouse her; soon enough, neither the fabric of her dress nor her bra will be enough to hide her erect nipples, not when he's got his hand all over her. She makes a soft noise of pleasure and starts to reach for his other hand.

"Does it turn me on...?"

She repeats the question breathlessly, as if she's considering it. Her cheeks are flushed with pleasure - that's an undeniable fact. But she doesn't want to just use words to communicate how she's feeling, not when her body could do it for her.

She guides his hand to between her legs, shifting the skirt of her dress just a little further so that he'll be able to feel the damp of her arousal there. Then she looks up at him with half-lidded eyes.

"You tell me..."

He's technically not married yet and technically western culture has shown to have a different take on being faithful to someone you are engaged to, between bachelor party customs followed.

But he already doesn't want to excuse her as a last stand, as a random fuck he's going to discard as nothing once vows kick in. He'll contemplate later; for now he's too caught up in her execution, hooked on her mannerisms almost as much as her entirely because she has been so shy and made every effort to be a perfect Japanese woman and he found it cute. But, for her to be white on the surface and then change black when in the bedroom? Even the possibility has him craving her more than he thought possible and he's a little more than feeling guilty of how dirty he wants to be to her right now. What he wants to say and do to her and he's never particularly been aroused by using or receiving dirty talk.

Totally different story now.

That sultry and dissolute look as she replies while keeping his hand against her to feel the heat and the dampness is only moreso encouraging and now it's almost a game to see which one of them is going to win. He leans forward to whisper in her ear in turn now, even as his fingers push a little more between her legs to feel that moisture despite the layer of fabric.

"Convincing enough. More than enough for me to want to do so many awful things to you, at least. Is that what you want?"

She sucks in a breath when he leans in to whisper in her ear - his breath tickling against it sends an intense thrill through her and she is struck by the realization that yes, the real thing is so much better than any fantasy she could ever dream up. Just the possibility of him doing anything she's fantasized about makes her heart pound and her breathing quicken.

And that possibility is becoming more and more likely with each passing moment. Her hips shift a little so that she can press herself forward, into his hand; her own hand, meanwhile, finally stops teasing at the button of his pants and undoes it entirely, and then she slips her fingers in to gently ease his zipper about halfway open.

When she speaks, she sounds breathless again. Breathless and pleading and desperate, because she is.

"I want you to do all those things that you want to do to me and more." She trails her fingers down just a little bit lower. "Teach me what it is to really be with someone like this... Hijikata-san."

He feels himself shudder at the combination of her words and her fingers slipping slowly down his pants in such a teasing manner, but fuck if he doesn't want her more than anything he's ever wanted. It's enough that when he moves from her ear to her lips ( "I'll make it so no one else can ever satisfy you if you aren't careful" ) to kiss her that his hands tremble slightly in anticipation as he let's up his weight pressing her to the wall just enough to wrap an arm around and bring her away from it to unhook the close of her dress. Proceeding to pull down the zipper down with a slow and consistent speed to pay her back for her teasing fingers, Hijikata pushes his tongue to part her lips, wanting access for a deeper kiss. It's hungry and desperate, like he's had to hold back for so long and only now is getting the chance to have his fill and he has no plans to waste the opportunity.

Maneuvering his fingers of the hand holding Chizuru against him, he makes sure to undo the fastening to her bra, as well, before finally finishing and slamming her back against the wall now that she's undone, using his once again free hands to start at her hips and run over her body upward towards her shoulders. He makes sure to linger only long enough at her breasts to tease them with a few seconds of fondling through her clothing before finally reaching her shoulders and proceeding to push the dress off of them along with her bra straps. They are pushed further down until it temporarily restricts some of the movability of Chizuru's arms and make the body fabric of the dress gather and bunch up just short of slipping low enough to expose her breasts to the open air.

"Last chance," he says against her mouth after dissipating the kiss before pulling away and lowering his head to kiss the skin on an upper exposed part of the breasts and the cleavage between them. "Tell me 'no'."

But even he knows by now he's also a little too far gone to even pretend he wants her to change her mind. Which is probably why he runs his tongue along the soft flesh and down dangerously close to the fabric and to 'accidentally' pushing it down to expose the nipples he wants his tongue around and suck on so badly.

If being careful is going to make Hijikata stop this or tone it down even the slightest bit, then she doesn't want to be careful. She wants to be reckless - so reckless that he'll ruin the thought of other men for her completely. Logically, she knows it's impossible for her to be able to stay with him, but right now she wants him so badly that logic has absolutely no place in this.

( - even if she weren't this turned on already, she would still want him. But that's a desire she doesn't know how to address just yet.)

She parts her lips at the first touch of his tongue and returns the kiss. It's just as hungry, just as desperate, because if he's been waiting she has, too. Only she's not sure if she's making up for lost time or simply taking up as much time as she possibly can because she isn't sure if this will be possible in the future or not. He keeps trying to give her an out - keeps trying to put a stop to this in spite of the desire they both so obviously feel... if he's ever allowed to come down from this haze of pleasure, she worries he'll never let her close enough to do something like this ever again. She needs to drink her fill of him while she still can, and that is exactly what Chizuru does, allowing him to make the kiss as deep as he wants and then trying to deepen it even further herself, her hands fisted in the fabric of his jacket, holding onto him as tightly as she can possibly manage.

She never wants to let him go. When the clasp of her dress comes undone, that's fine. When he pulls the zipper down - that's fine, too, but it's agonizingly slow and she makes a low, impatient noise into the kiss, yearning to feel the touch of his skin on hers. When her bra comes undone, that's more than fine, because it's followed by being slammed firmly into the wall. She gasps, and it's hard to tell whether the gasp is from how firmly he has her pinned or the way his hands are wandering all over her body. Chances are, it's both.

She gasps her breath as he pushes her dress and bra straps down before breaking the kiss. His lips are on her skin now and she shivers with anticipation as they trail lower, as she feels the air as well as his breath on her skin. There's nothing cool about it. Everything about this encounter is searing heat and she doesn't want it to end, ever.

"I don't - want to say no..." She manages to gasp out as he runs his tongue down further, as he pushes the fabric of her dress down more to leave her bare. "I want you to... do all these things to me, and... teach me which you like best."

Hijikata isn't sure how he feels about her not saying no, but he does know that he feels nothing physically other than his need to have her. While he said he'd ruin other men for her, it's at least equally so if not even truer that Chizuru will most certainly ruin women for him. Because until now he accepted what was and whether it was from chasing a girl in his dreams or something else didn't matter, it just wasn't nearly as lusty and satisfying that he could bother to crave it.

She, on the other hand, has already shown him how much he's lacked and they haven't even really done anything, yet. She's better than perfect—everything about her is something he can't get enough of and quickly everything from their months of being in one another's company is pulling something together that makes it all flow in sense to him. Even his fights with his fiancée seem to make sense now; did she see it, already?

With the way he feels right now for the woman he has trapped against the wall, the one whose dress he is ridding her of, the one whose breasts he squeezes with one hand and runs his tongue over the nipple of the other before biting gently to pull on it ever so slightly before settling to sucking on the flesh and losing to the taste and heat of her skin and her body's surrender to his advances.

"I'm going to guess no one's told you how sexy you are like this," he murmurs when he hikes her up a little higher against the wall, leaving her teased nipple with a final lick before kiss her throat and speaking just shy of her ear this time.

"Ahh..!"

She lets out a cry when his teeth graze against and tug on her nipple - that's not something Heisuke had attempted on the night they spent together, but oh, it feels good. Intense, but good, and Hijikata can do that over and over again if he wants to. Or he can do other things, all the things that will ruin other men for her - all the things that will make it so she craves him over anyone else... she's okay with that.

Chizuru's breath comes out in pants and gasps as he acquaints himself with the taste and heat of her skin. She had thought that she knew what pleasure was after the night with Heisuke, the night she had imagined Hijikata in his place. This is something entirely different. It's all-consuming and it feels so much more than she could ever have imagined it feeling, and she wants to give this pleasure back to Hijikata tenfold - but she's not sure where to start. For all her talk of taking him beforehand... she had mostly been trying to goad him into doing exactly what he's doing now.

"Umm." Her breath hitches as his lips come to her throat. "I haven't really - been like this..." She tightens her grip on him, and then brings her hands to wherever she can touch - to rid him of his clothing, if she can. To finish undoing the zipper she had been teasing at before, to unbutton his shirt, to push at his jacket - she's too caught up in all of this to care about the fact that anyone could see or hear them in their half-dressed states. "It's never... felt this good before. This is... it's, it's because of you."

"Is that so?" He asks idly if only because it was the answer he expected. Without pause in his efforts, Hijikata let's her pull and push and part and unzip anything needing to be undone to expose him to her. It's fine, she can have whatever she wants of his and see and experience or all the same if she wishes to seek it out. "I didn't like the idea of someone else having the pleasure of seeing you like this."

When his chest is exposed in full, he only lingers should she want to run her fingers along any part of it before this time pulling her forward flush against him, letting out a held breath as he feels her breasts pressing to his skin. Just the smooth softness of her bare flesh, the heat emanating from her is almost overwhelming to his senses and makes him never want to let go of her.

"You do know how to say all the right things to make me want you even more, don't you?" he asks in response to her saying he's the reason it feels so good. he can't imagine her having only one experience has given her much to go by, but he does know he himself has had his fair share and something about her is definitely naming this feel better than anyone else has made him feel.

Finally, he slides both hands down her sides to trace over her hips ( and the crumpled form of her dress still half on her ) to take hold under both her legs and lift to guide them up and wrap them around his lower torso before leaning in to press her once again to the wall with him up against her to go for her neck again. He's not sure why, exactly, but the taste of her there, the feel of her pulse, the way he can sense her moans as they escape her—just everything, somehow; it all makes his desire to have his mouth occupy her skin there, if not on her lips, more than anywhere else.

"Ah..."

She lets out a breath, too, as he pulls her close to him; the feel of skin on skin is overwhelming, and she finds herself wishing that they could stay like this forever. Who cares that there are other people around? That at some point, they'll have to cover up and make their way out of this place? All that matters to her right now is Hijikata and if she can think of any way to draw this out, to make it last just a little longer, she'll do it.

"All the things I'm saying... they're true," She says with a slight whimper as Hijikata adjusts her legs. She tightens them around him as he presses her into the wall and makes a soft noise as his lips return to her neck. "They're - you're..."

She's trembling with desire in his arms. They've barely even started and she's already wholly lost in him, so far gone that she can't even really think straight. She swallows, tracing her fingertips over the skin of his back as she holds onto him tightly, and shifts her hips against him as she tries to pull herself even closer. "I want you, Hijikata-san... So, so much..."

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.

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