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homura (DarkMudkip/Jikkah)

“Like you’re any better.” He responded, putting his hands on her hips and holding her close. He didn’t care about the wound on his arm, he would ignore the pain, as for his nose, well it wasn’t broken, so it didn’t matter to him.
 
She became embarrassed, she had never imagined going this far with Sanemi before. But, if he was ok with it, then so was she. She pet his chest slowly, fingers moving over the skin under his uniform as he held her close against him.
 
With his chest exposed, there was plenty of skin to touch, his scarred chest warm against her fingers. His eyes were closed as he kissed her hungrily, his hands roaming lower and giving her rear a firm squeeze, holding her flush against him.
 
Sanemi was careful of her injured leg, holding her up by the waist so she could situate herself at her own pace. He was surprisingly patient, only his kisses greedy, a slight roughness to them like he was desperate to have her.
 
She was grateful for hos patience, and once she was comfortable she allowed her fingers to move through his snowy hair as the other hand moved down his back under his uniform.
 
She felt more scars down his back, firm and muscular. He moved his hands up her sides, following her curves to lightly grope her breasts over her clothes.
 
Yuko’s moan seemed to excite Sanemi, pushing his hands into her uniform to grope her bare breasts, hands rough against her soft skin.
 
She felt something hard press against her thigh, Sanemi pulling back to kiss her neck, rubbing his thumb over her nipple slowly.
 
She felt his breath hitch against her neck when she squirmed against his lap, obeying and moving to open her uniform shirt. Once it was unbuttoned, he leaned down to kiss her chest, moving his kisses down slowly to her breast. He licked her nipple before kissing her breast; he wanted nothing more than to pin her to the floor and move at the pace he desperately ached for, but he had to be patient.
 
She whined and moaned, muttering a weak thank you, shifting against him as a sort of reward. She could feel how bad he wanted her, and felt a little bad he was holding back for her sake.
 
His breathing became heavy against her flesh, kissing at her breasts and licking the sensitive buds, holding her firmly against his lap. His need swelled and ached, throbbing more every time Yuko rubbed against his cock.
 
Sanemi had enough of her teasing him on top, bracing her carefully and pinning her on her back, making sure not to jerk her leg while doing so. He tugged off the top of his Slayer uniform, tossing it aside before moving to hover over her, pressing himself against her heat firmly.
 
She gasped and shifted again, hooking her leg around his waist to keep it stable, before reaching to try and help him get the rest of their clothes off.
 
Sanemi struggled a bit to get her pants off without hurting her leg, but got them off regardless. Once her pants were done away with, he leaned down to kiss her neck, rubbing himself against her again.
 
She sighed and moaned in delight, holding onto him weakly as he rubbed against her. She shook gently against him, trembling with excitement.
 
Sanemi sat back to undo his belt, pushing his pants down past his hips and tugging his fundoshi loose, freeing his cock. He moved over Yuko again, pulling her underwear to the side so her could rub himself at her entrance, biting back a groan.
 
She watched him through half lidded eyes, almost embarrassed to be doing this with him. "Y-You don't...have to hold back..." She said quietly, "I'll be ok... promise..."
 
“You’re too careless with yourself..” He scolded softly, slowly pushing into her, one arm propped by the side of her head as he pushed into her until he was completely buried inside her.
 
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