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homura (DarkMudkip/Jikkah)

He shifted so he could pull her hood leg over his hip, putting a hand firmly on her hip as he slowly pulled partway out of her, then pushed back in. “I’ll have to punish you for that..” He said lowly; was that his attempt at a joke? He was rather poor at it, and when it came out in a husky growl, brow knitted as he slowly thrust his hips, it almost seemed like he was talking dirty. He leaned down to kiss her roughly, keeping his thrusts at a decent pace to start, moving his hand to groping her breast again.
 
She moaned lowly and squeezed her leg firmly around his hip, or at least as best as she could, her stomach twisting at his words. She really liked that, maybe a bit too much.
 
The noises she made were like a reward, one coaxing him to move a bit faster with his movements, even if it meant he was sloppy. His own soft grunts told her that he also felt good, his strokes deep and rough.
 
She tried not to be too loud, but she wanted him to know how good he made her feel. She wanted more, wanted all he could give her, it made her wetter around him just thinking about it.
 
Sanemi didn’t so much hate the noise she made, as he hated the idea of being caught in the middle of sex. “Bite me.” He practically ordered, gripping her hip tightly as he offered up his shoulder to her, hoping it would help muffle their noises slightly. He rested his own face into her neck, uttering curses and breathing heavily, the feeling of her wrapped around him was bliss.
 
She obeyed, biting into his shoulder to try and muffle her noises, getting off on his soft swears and heavy breathing. She felt almost dizzy from the pleasure.
 
Sweat was forming on Sanemi’s forehead, eyes half-lidded as he kissed her shoulder between gentle bites, leaning behind small bruises. He felt his cock throbbing more, his climax building steadily.
 
Every time her wet heat trembled around him, he growled lowly, thrusting his hips a bit rougher each time, like he was growing more desperate. He pressed into her more, holding her hip firmly as he gave short quick thrusts.
 
She gasped sharply and her teeth dug into him harder to keep from crying out as she came, her walls hot and tight around him, begging for him to finish.
 
He thrust into her once more with a grunt, pressed firmly against her as he came inside her, hissing more curses as he did so.
 
Her teeth left a mark in his shoulder, but Sanemi didn’t care much at all, pulling himself out of Yuko, but not letting her go.
 
Would it be stupid to confess to him right now? He'd probably call her an idiot for such a thing. So she just kept quiet, nuzzling into his neck gently to try and convey her feelings to him.
 
He didn’t pull away immediately, holding onto her, staying with his body against hers, like he understood the message she was trying to show. He pet her hair silently, caressing her head and smelling her hair.
 
This was so nice, and she thought that if this was a dream she didn't want to wake up.
"You aren't needed for anything, are you...?" She asked softly.
 
“I have to depart soon.” He said, speaking quietly. “There is much to do, and I’ve already received my orders.” Of course it was too good to be true, only able to spend such a short time alone with Sanemi.
 
"Ah," she muttered sadly, "I see." She had hoped that maybe after calling everyone together, they would be able to stay for a little while. It was never that simple.
 
“You should leave.” He said, letting go of her to stand and dress himself. “Things are only becoming more complicated. You shouldn’t stay here.”
 
“Retire.” He said, fixing his fundoshi before securing his belt. “Take the money you’ve earned and start a new life far from here.” with his back to her, his voice almost sounded like a soft plea, but she had to have been hearing wrong.
 
"Wh-Wh..." Her voice cracked, her turquoise eyes filling with new tears. She didn't understand him at all; wasn't he happy to see her, to be with her? Why keep pushing her away? "I won't..." She said quietly, gripping her shirt closed tight.
 
Sanemi scowled at her answer, not happy that she wouldn’t remove herself from harms way, but there was no way to force her. He silently pulled on his uniform shirt and coat, straightening himself out to the best that he could before heading for the door.
 
"Come with me then!" She said quickly, before she even realized she said it, "Retire with me...w-we could get married and grow old together...! D-Don't you...wouldn't you want that, Sanemi...?"
 
He stopped, hand over the handle of the door, staring at it for a moment as if he was actually considering such an option. “Don’t ever say something like that again.” He said lowly, looking over his shoulder at her, his black eyes full of rage. He turned sharply, leaving and closing the door behind him, leaving Yuko alone in the room.
 
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