[ Easily led by the tender touch coaxing her in, Denji sinks into the embrace with one last shaky exhale, still twitching and jolting with the residual high of her release. Before, as their limbs pressed and squirmed together, she could barely cognate anything other than her own profound need. But now it's difficult not to be overly conscious of everything. The wet tack layering her thighs, viscid, as she adjusts to sitting in her lap. The dark hair-tips stuck to her cheek as she shapes herself into the crook of Aki's neck. How naked she is, naked they both are.
Denji hoarsely mumbles in answer to the question, but it's nothing audible. Nothing that would have made sense, had she the brain activity to raise her speaking volume a little, either.
Whether she's good or bad — is that even for her to decide?
After a few minutes listening to her heartbeat, feeling it break from its racing gait, she sighs. Wills herself to stay awake, shifting her position slightly to nuzzle directly into Aki's neck, kissing at her pulse point one more time, like it's the last chance she'll get. Then, slowly, her face slides from her jugular, the protrusion of her clavicle, past even the puncture mark that landed them in this situation. She finally stalls between Aki's breasts, seems to take a brief second to consider her next action, before plunging into them with a happy hum as her hands knead the fatty rolls — gentle. Circling at her areolas. Denji, again, playing the monkey.
Truthfully, it's not even a sexual act for her right now; she just wants to keep touching her. Keep exploring. ]
This… is a normal thing for girls to do, right? Right, Aki?
[ This time, her voice rises around part of Aki's pale flesh dragged between her lips, just barely avoiding the more sensitive skin of her nipple. ]
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Denji hoarsely mumbles in answer to the question, but it's nothing audible. Nothing that would have made sense, had she the brain activity to raise her speaking volume a little, either.
Whether she's good or bad — is that even for her to decide?
After a few minutes listening to her heartbeat, feeling it break from its racing gait, she sighs. Wills herself to stay awake, shifting her position slightly to nuzzle directly into Aki's neck, kissing at her pulse point one more time, like it's the last chance she'll get. Then, slowly, her face slides from her jugular, the protrusion of her clavicle, past even the puncture mark that landed them in this situation. She finally stalls between Aki's breasts, seems to take a brief second to consider her next action, before plunging into them with a happy hum as her hands knead the fatty rolls — gentle. Circling at her areolas. Denji, again, playing the monkey.
Truthfully, it's not even a sexual act for her right now; she just wants to keep touching her. Keep exploring. ]
This… is a normal thing for girls to do, right? Right, Aki?
[ This time, her voice rises around part of Aki's pale flesh dragged between her lips, just barely avoiding the more sensitive skin of her nipple. ]