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ʀᴇɴᴇɢᴀᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ (1x1 w/ Jikkah)

"Thank you, Megohime." Kojurou called before he left to go check on the servants. Masamune stopped a bit in the hall, mulling something over in his head before turning on his heel.

She nodded slowly, locking his gaze gently.
"You've been a great help these last couple weeks...~ and I do enjoy the fact that if ordered, you'd take on even Matsunaga himself in my honor...~"
 
Megohime closed her door and pulled off the heels she had exclusively for meetings, putting them into her closet and working on unbuttoning her shirt, trying to busy her mind with her patrol route.

Yukimura held her gaze, his breath a bit heavy as she praised him more. “Of course.. Anything you want, Akihime..”
 
The doorknob turned and the door opened gently, Masamune stepping in and shutting the door behind him.

"Anything...~?" She repeated, eyes going half lidded.
 
Megohime turned when she heard the door close, eyes sharp until she saw who it was, holding her shirt closed. “Masamune? Is something wrong?” She asked, brows furrowed.

Yukimura nodded firmly, holding her gaze. “Anything you ask of me..” He said lowly. “Just say the word and I’ll do it..”
 
He shook his head gently, "I noticed you get real quiet when Aki is around.." he said, "real distant, too.."

"Careful writing me checks like that...~" she said, "It's bad for your health...~" she kissed him again, enjoying this rather dangerous talk way too much.
 
Megohime immediately found it hard to hold his gaze, shifting uneasily and holding her shirt closed tightly. “I’m only trying to keep things professional- I didn’t realize it was a problem.” She said softly.

Yukimura kissed back, almost too excited to himself back when he did. “I don’t mind the danger..” He said against her lips.
 
Megohime raised a brow, looking at him skeptically. “Aren’t you?” She asked, looking a bit confused.

“Good.” He nodded, kissing her softly hands wandering to her lower back and pressing her body against his.
 
He shook his head, smiling a bit, "Not at all. Sure, she's good looking, but she's not my type."

"Do you want to take me here, against the table? Or in my room?" She asked, naiks dragging down his back through his jacket.
 
Megohime studied his face as if trying to see if he was lying, her expression growing soft. “And what is your type?” She asked softly.

“Here.” He growled out, wishing his jacket hadn’t been in the way of her nails as she scraped them down his back.
 
"Soft but mean. Stubborn but kind. Bratty but in the fun way." He explained.

She nodded, pushing her hands under his jacket to try and get it off him.
 
Megohime made a soft noise, lowering her gaze again. “It could fit Kojurou if you get him drunk..” She teased.

Yukimura quickly shrugged his jacket off, tossing it across one of the chairs and moving to help unbutton her blouse, leaning down to kiss her firmly.
 
He laughed softly and moved closer, "As charming as he is, he's more of a father."

She kissed back, running her nails down his back more effectively this time, moaning lowly as she moved to give him more room.
 
“Oh? That’s a real shame then, maybe we can find someone that fits that criteria for you.” She said softly, glancing up when he approached her.

Yukimura could feel her nails much better this time, letting out a soft growl and biting her lip lightly in response, getting her shirt open and pushing it off.
 
"Actually," he stopped in front of her, "I've had a girl in mind for a while...fits the bill pretty well.."

She removed his tie easily and tossed it aside, moving to push herself up to be on the table for him.
 
Megohime looked up at him, and somehow him standing so close felt different. She had spent years with him, and this was far from the first time he had stood so close to her- so what was different this time? “Yeah? Who?” She asked.

Yukimura helped her up onto the table, pushing the files back so they wouldn’t ruin them, reaching between them once more to unzip her slacks. He leaned forward to kiss her, pushing one hand down the front of her pants and into her underwear, stepping closer and pushing her legs open with his other hand.
 
"You..." He said gently, his eye soft, "Always has been.."

She melted under his touch, reaching to get his slacks open so she could touch him as well, wanting to feel how hard he was for her.
 
Megohime let go of her shirt to reach up, gently caressing his face and slipping her fingers under the string of his eyepatch. Carefully she pulled the eye patch from his face, holding it gently like it was something delicate. “And if I say yes?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, studying the scar over his eye that she had left.

His breath hitched in his throat when her hand found his cock, already hard against her hand. He used the pads of his fingers to rub gentle circles around her clit, eager to please her.
 
He kept his dead eye shut as he looked down at her, "I'll be better to you than I already am...I won't flirt with anyone but you...I'll do anything you want.."

She cursed under her breath, stroking him slowly as he pleasured her, "So good to me, Yukimura...~" She moaned lowly.
 
Megohime’s fingers gently fidgeted with the strings of his eyepatch, a soft expression on her face that she had never shown before. “Even if I asked you to kiss me?”

Yukimura’s ears flushed at the praise, moving his kisses down her neck, keeping his pace steady with his fingers. The way Akihime’s fingers felt wrapped around his cock always brought on a sort of buzz.
 
"Until you tell me to stop.." He replied, "I mean it, Mego...I've always wanted you...since day one.."

Her free hand moved to his hair, combing through the ponytail affectionately as she mewled for him, "D-Don't make me beg...~"
 
“Then do it.” She said, holding his eyepatch firmly in her hand. “I want you to kiss me.”

He nodded breathlessly against her neck, moving to help her out of her slacks and underwear before pushing her back onto the table. He moved over her, pulling her hips to the edge of the table, pulling his cock free from his pants and positioning himself at her entrance.
 
He moved and placed his hand under her jaw, pulling her close and kissing her deeply, grateful that he wasn't too much taller than her.

She laid against the table, legs loose around his waist as she held onto his arms gently, "F-Fuck me ragged, Yukimura...~ just use me up...~"
 
Megohime leaned up to meet him, making a weak noise as she kissed back, reaching out to hold the front of his dress shirt.

Yukimura leaned over her as he pushed into her, moving his hand so he was pinning her by the throat, still careful to not press too hard. “Be careful what you ask for..” He spoke lowly into her ear.
 
He held her gently around her waist and pulled her closer, holding her securely against him as he held the kiss.

She arched into him, her loud moan catching in her throat as her stomach twisted into knots, "Not asking...~" She moaned lowly.
 
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