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ʀᴇɴᴇɢᴀᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ (1x1 w/ Jikkah)

It was clear that Yukimura’s own drink was starting to affect him, face starting to turn a bit red, and his expression looking rather relaxed. Was he afraid of Akihime? She was powerful, and she was also his boss- power was to be feared and respected. “Admittedly yes.” He said with a careful nod. “You’re a powerful person.”
 
Her expression saddened at that, "I see..." She muttered, "so then you don't like me for it...? We could never..." she stopped and her head lobbed to the side as her eyes shut, "shuddup, Akihime..." she slurred under her breath.
 
The faint noise of the chair could be heard as Yukimura stood from it, closing the distance between the two with a single step. He carefully set his glass down on the desk before reaching to take her chin with his thumb and index finger, tilting her head up to face him before leaning down to kiss her. It was gentle, but it was clear he was holding back, like he was desperate for something more. “I never said I didn’t like you for it..” He said after pulling away a bit.
 
Her eyes scanned his face sluggishly before she pulled him down by his collar, kissing him with a desperate moan, "You didn'hafta do that...I was gonna do that..." She slurred against his lips.
 
Yukimura felt his face and neck heat up as she kissed him more, bracing himself against the chair as he loomed over her. He made a low noise and kissed back, cupping her cheek with one hand.
 
Yukimura didn’t try to move away, rather he wanted to move closer but the chair Akihime sat in only had room for one. He pulled Akihime up pushing her against the desk beside her as he kissed her again.
 
She moaned and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, nails biting into his back through his shirt as her legs moved over his hips.
 
Yukimura made a low noise of enjoyment, picking her up and placing her on the desk as his hands moved to her thighs, fingertips digging into her skin as he pressed himself between her legs.
 
She reached to help push her pencil skirt up over her thighs, wanting to give him more to grab, getting excited from his touches and his kisses, the gin already making her ache for attention.
 
His hands moved further up her thighs when she pulled up her skirt, groping her and pulling her close as he pressed himself into her, his need pressing firmly into her as he leaned her back over the desk. He broke the kiss to give attention to her neck, moving to unbutton her blouse to better access her neck and shoulders, his breathing heavy from his own excitement.
 
"W-Wait..." She grabbed his hand gently, "Don't...don't feel like you...you have to...cuz I came on to you..." she slurred, "we can stop...if you don't want this..."
 
Yukimura stopped, looking a little confused when she stopped him. “I want to.. do you not want to?” Had he misread the situation again?
 
Yukimura leaned down to kiss her again, his kiss firm and desperate. “I want you.” He confirmed, breathing heavily against her lips.
 
She moaned, kissing back hard, before reaching to start unbutton his dress shirt, slurring something under her breath that sounded like relief.
 
Yukimura unbuttoned her shirt and pushed it off her shoulders, trailing his kisses along her neck down to her shoulders. The alcohol made his head buzz, but it felt good in the moment, his hands moving to her sides.
 
He gave her room to work on his belt, hooking her stockings and panties with his fingers and pulling them down to her knees to get better access to her. His own need was apparent now, pressing firmly against his suit pants, throbbing at the thought of her touching him.
 
Yukimura pulled Akihime a bit closer to the edge of the desk, reaching a hand between them to touch her, gently at first before finding a steady rhythm with his thumb rubbing her clit to make sure she was ready to take him. His cock throbbed, wanting to be inside her already, but he knew he had to be patient.
 
She moaned weakly, her hips shaking and grinding against his hand as she reached to stroke him. She already felt ready for him, hot and wet against his fingers.
 
Yukimura let out a low groan of satisfaction when she started to stroke him, leaning in to kiss her again, pushing her legs open and positioning himself at her entrance. She was probably the first woman he had been with that he had actually chosen and wanted to be with. He pressed close to her as he pushed into her, holding the kiss as he buried himself completely inside her.
 
Her breath hitched as he stretched her, legs tightening around his waist as he pushed into her, "F...Fuck..." She gasped weakly.
 
Yukimura braced himself against the desk, holding her close by the waist as he gave her a moment to adjust to his size before proceeding to pull out of her then push back in at a slow pace to start. He kissed her neck and shoulder, lightly biting her soft skin to leave marks on her as his speed slowly increased.
 
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