[ Aki would have her rules, even in sex. Neuroses, inhibitions, even while she's rolling in bed with someone just trying to slow-pump her full of warmth, trying to pollinate the feeling. Is that really so shameless of her? Is that what makes Denji a horny brat in need of punishment? She's half-tempted to ask, but any further debate isn't worth the breath. She's using that air for something else already. ]

Aah, nnn… Shut up…

[ It's a relief the curtains are pulled, the lights switched off. When her legs spread to accommodate the leg, she's so wet, her pussy spreads easy around Aki's knee, blooming pink — hungry and carnivorous. Slipping and sliding against that solid bend, welcoming the intrusion. If she thinks too hard about the view Aki has of her whole frame shivering, how she's skating her fingers up and down, from hole to hole, she'll lose it. She's losing it right now, technically, but at least she still feels in control enough to be patient.

Once when Aki was in the kitchen roasting fish in the toaster oven, she told her the timing of when you pull out the tray is important. That you have to wait, make sure it's given enough time to rest in its juices and spices and herbs, so that the meat pulls apart from the bone without resistance, and she'd be been right. The fish was supple, delicate, and buttery. She could have it again and again without getting tired.

There's a part of her that thinks, maybe, the same principle, the same method, could be applied here. That if she bakes in her own sweat and mess, what happens next will be so perfect, this won't be the last time they dine together. ]

I just thought, [ she stops there, teeth clenched. Unable to explain herself. Not wanting to. ] Fine — ugh, fine! You're in charge, Aki —

[ Her hips twitch, the rim of her asshole shining. Puckered almost into a pout. ]

Won't be annoying from now on, promise, I promise…