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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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."

[demarcates]

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.

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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."

[demarcates]

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.

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"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."

[demarcates]

"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.

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"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..."

[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.