jigokulogs | [SEMI-CLOSED] wretched and wild, all glory and trash.

[ Maybe she won't be so casual about this afterward. She has a bad habit of acting recklessly, then overthinking it once she's already done something irreversible. But there's plenty of time to agonize over whether this is a mistake or not later — right now, in this moment, Kamui is asking her where they go from here, and the answer seems obvious enough.

Andy shrugs a little. ]

Your place?

[Maybe this is a bad idea; maybe Andy's recklessness is rubbing off on him. He really should be the voice of reason here, put a stop to it all before one of them regrets it or gets hurt. But Kamui simply can't find the will to say anything either.

So he does want her after all. Where the hell did this come from?]

Yeah. That's fine.

[He inclines his head slightly, towards the direction they should be heading, and moves to lead the way. The night's quiet and still as they walk over, and although he can't really find the words to say, for some reason, the silence of Andy coming home with him still feels comfortable.

The walk's less than 15 minutes, all in all. He's digging his keys out of his pocket when he remembers at last that, apparently, he's still capable of speech.]

I... think you might be the first person I've had over.

[ Her cigarette is gone by the time they make it to his front door, which leaves her hands idle in her jacket pockets as she stands just a bit behind him and she waits for him to let her in. Some part of her is a bit absently curious - what does the inside look like? How does Kamui Uehara live? And maybe it wouldn’t be a thing worth talking about if it were someone else, but when he says that to her - when he tells her she’s the first - it somehow feels as if he’s being vulnerable with her by letting her be here with him.

Probably better not to dwell on that too long right now.

Instead, after a moment, she moves in closer, pushing him up against his door with insistent hands. Rather than answering him, Andy kisses him, still tasting like her cigarettes as her mouth presses against his, giving him a hint of teeth. It’ll be a task to get his keys into the lock like this - but fuck it, he’ll manage. ]

Andy--

[Oh, there's the voice of reason, trying to at least get them inside the apartment, but Kamui's back collides with his front door with a dull thump, keys dangling loosely off the fingers of his right hand as Andy kisses him again. His head's gone all light and airy. He should, again, probably say something, but her teeth graze his lower lip now, and he can already tell that her body fits up so neatly against his own. His fingers wind in the tangle of her dark hair as his lips part for hers, and-- oh, fucking hell, the keys. The door.

It's a feat, putting the key in the lock backwards and one-handed. But he does manage it, eventually. Kamui even somehow succeeds in pulling away long enough to get them inside and to shut and lock the door once more.

He'll get the lights in a second. Right now, he's just eager to kiss Andy again.]

[ She’s not so concerned with the lights - she can kiss him just as well in the dark. And she seems perfectly able to multitask while she does it, toeing off her boots and shrugging off her jacket to abandon it on the floor somewhere. She only gives him a moment to breathe so she can grab two handfuls of her shirt and tug it over her head to be tossed aside with the rest. If there was any lingering doubt about her intentions, it probably dies right then and there.

Only takes a heartbeat for her to press back in close again. If he’s not careful, they might never make it out of the entryway. ]

[At some point his head distantly reminds him to at least take his shoes off, so he kicks them off and shrugs out of his own coat-- both get left unceremoniously behind on the ground, near Andy's clothes.

And when Andy pulls away to strip off her shirt, his eyes are half-lidded, the left gleaming its faint silver in the low light. Suddenly, he has completely forgotten about the lights. His hands roam her body eagerly: hard lines of muscle, the remains of wounds he's always wondered about, the soft curve of her breasts. This is happening. All too quickly, but it's happening.]

Andy, [he breathes, somewhere around a hungry kiss pressed to her neck,] bed?

[ He doesn’t need much prompting - and she’s not sure she expected that, after their back and forth at the gas station. But his hands are on her as they kiss, and it feels good when he explores the planes of her body. It’s a strong motivator to get the rest of her clothes off, and she only pauses midway through shoving her pants down from her hips because he says her name. ]

You want to take me to bed? [ Wry, and just a little breathless: ] That’s fucking sweet.

[ Amazing how she still antagonizes him, even like this, half-naked with her lips flushed from kissing him. But even if she’d be just as amenable to just about any flat surface, she won’t say no to a mattress if he wants to introduce her to his. ]

[Kamui huffs out a laugh.] Would you prefer the ground? [Which, of course, is a joke, but... at this point, he's not in a position to deny Andy anything that she wants.

With his focus squarely on getting Andy to bed, Kamui hasn't even finished undressing himself-- his collar rumpled and messy, the button on his pants undone-- as he gets her back onto the mattress first. He's not wasting any time, though; carefully, his mouth travels from her nipple down to her abdomen, sucking open-mouthed kisses wherever it lands.

And then, at her navel, he stops. Kamui's eyes flicker up to Andy's face, expectant.]

Can I do this for you?

[ She likes the low sound of his laugh almost as much as she likes kissing him. That alone should probably give her pause because she knows that sentimental shit is dangerous in a situation like this, but then again, she’s already on her back in his bed, and he’s waiting for her answer, stalled two inches from eating her out.

It’s cute, that he asks like that. As if there were a possibility she might say no when she’s already stripped down to her panties, legs spread to make room for him between them. She meets his expectant gaze, her own eyes dark and heavy-lidded as she lets her thighs fall a little more open as an invitation.

It’s low and wry when she answers: ]

You that eager to know what I taste like?

[Carefully, Kamui rolls her panties down her hips and legs, pulling them all the way off and allowing them to fall away abandoned.

This is crazy. Andy is crazy. He was going to bed alone tonight, like he does every night. Instead, the woman's still teasing him, naked in his bed, and he's feeling the give of her inner thighs under his fingertips.

It's... normal to fuck your friends sometimes, right?

Kamui swallows. Andy is beautiful, in a wild and unkempt way, and he's always known it, but it's taken until now for it to stir him, his face hot, heat pooling in his lower abdomen. At last he leans in again.]

What gave it away?

[The reply's a murmur; he doesn't wait for the answer. He is that eager, and his mouth's clever, tongue rolling around her clit before it dips into the wetness of her pussy.]

[ Andy is probably at least a little crazy. And she almost certainly doesn't know a damn thing about what's normal when it comes to friends — or the etiquette around fucking them. Maybe that's the kind of thing that just gets a bit twisted when you've been alive as long as her. Platonic and romantic love stop being entirely separate things. There have been times where she could hardly tell the difference anymore.

But she isn't thinking about that. She isn't thinking about anything that isn't Kamui down there between her open legs. Hard to say what she expected — but when he tongues her clit without hesitating, it makes her legs tense up as if the little spark of pleasure catches her half off guard. Then he's licking his way inside her — and oh, fuck. Fuck. Yeah, okay.

One hand reaches down so she can tangle her fingers in his hair, gripping there just tight enough that there's a hint of tension at the roots. Propped up on her other arm, she watches him, giving him a second to get that taste and giving herself a second to enjoy it before she's pulling, urging him to look up at her. ]

Hey. [ Her grip relents, but only so she can lean to thumb away a glistening trace of her own wetness from his mouth. With the same wry teasing: ] Were you planning to fuck me with all your clothes on?

[He'd be lying if he weren't the tiniest bit smug about all this. Anything to finally catch Andy even a little off-guard. Kamui hums, the sound and vibration low in his throat, as he eats her out-- but as soon as he's thinking to move his hand to start actually fingering her? The tension of her grip in his hair suddenly tightens, and his lips pull off her clit as his head jerks backward. He gasps, the surprise and the coming up for air hitting him all at once.

For a second, he stalls. He's stuck on the realization that he felt himself twitch, cock steadily stiffening in his half-undone pants, the moment she'd pulled his hair.

Ohhhh, boy.] I-I mean, you were pretty eager. I didn't want to keep you waiting.

[He sounds sort of awkward, slightly guilty, but it's better late than never, here. Kamui straightens up (licking his lips, the taste and heat of her body still lingering) and undoes the last few buttons on his shirt. He shrugs it off entirely and lets it fall aside. He's lean, sure, but there's a tone there-- under the coat and long sleeves it'd been less than obvious.

Kamui casts a careful, expectant look her way as he raises himself up to his knees to start stripping off his pants. He's apparently already recovered, because without missing a beat, he asks:]

How do you want me?

[ There's that sly smile of hers again, playing around the corners of her mouth the second she hears him stammer, even just a little. Like a fucking shark with blood in the water, this one. Sitting there with her legs shamelessly open, she tilts her head at him in a considering way, those dark eyes blatantly following his motions as he starts to oblige her by undressing. He's got more muscle on him than she would've guessed, which earns a slight arch of her eyebrows as she watches him, both amused and maybe a bit impressed.

Her attention drifts visibly lower when he starts taking off his pants. Apparently the woman sees no need to make a secret of her interest. ]

That's charitable of you.

[ The usual wryness of her words is somehow different when her voice goes low like that, the syllables just a little more languid when she teases: ]

Bet you're the type that'll get off harder if I sit on top.

[...Yeah, she's right, but she doesn't have to be a bully about it.

He hadn't hit those lights, after all; Andy had been distracting enough that he'd forgotten completely. Even so, it's still just bright enough in the sparing light of Kamui's bedroom that she'll be able to see the way his face flushes with embarrassment.

But he can handle her by now: just like all the rest of the times she's teased him, all he's got to do is push Andy right back. His underwear comes off, freeing the erection that'd been pressing against the fabric-- he moves closer to Andy on the bed, sits down in front of her, and slides his hands down her hips.

His brows knit together, and he sounds just a little exasperated. And yet, his voice is lower, still wanting. Who knew Andy would be able to wring this out of him.]

Are you going to keep teasing me, or are you gonna fuck me?

[ But she's just the type that likes a little pushback. That's half the point, isn't it? That's the reason why predators prefer live prey. And when his hands find her hips, one of her hands is wrapping around his wrist, dragging him in towards her with gravity as her accomplice as she sinks back against the mattress, all that wild hair spread out over the covers. ]

It can be both. [ Her voice is low to match his, those dark eyes glinting with something between mischief and amusement as she looks up at him. ] Besides, I thought you were into the teasing.

[ It's unfair — how easy the movement is for her when she flips them both over so that she's on top. She's not even breathless from it when she goes on, looking down to give his now liberated dick a meaningful glance: ]

If you're not, then what's that thing nudging up against my fucking leg?

Hey--

[Before Kamui can protest any further, he's on top of Andy, blinking back his surprise; and again, before he can even reach out to touch her, she's rolled herself onto him. Now his hair's spread out on the pillowcase: the movement having pushed his bangs away from his forehead to reveal his face.]

Okay. You want to hear it, so I'll admit it... [His eyes go half-lidded as he looks up at her, the silver left eye just barely catching the moonlight creeping in through his window.] I like it when you tease me.

[One hand reaches up to tangle in her hair-- innocent enough if not for how Kamui's hips roll forward, his hardness rubbing impatiently against her thigh as if in in invitation.]

[ He’s entirely too honest. But she sort of likes that about him, doesn’t she? ]

Yeah? [ Her voice is a wry little murmur as she shifts her weight, straddling his lap with entirely too much ease. ] Is it because you like being teased? Or is it because you like me?

[ She’ll wait until he opens his mouth to answer her - that’s when she’ll dig her knees into the mattress, rubbing the soft, wet folds of her pussy up against his cock in a slow, purposeful grind of her hips. ]

I--

[Kamui's breath hitches as he feels her, hot and wet, teasing up against the head of his cock. But he's held out for this long-- what's just a little bit longer, if Andy's having this fun getting him more and more wound up?

The hand in Andy's hair skims all the way back down to her hip, fingers pressing hard into her skin. His other hand takes hold of the base of his cock, guiding it in steady strokes up and down her entrance.]

I like you.

[ It shouldn't surprise her. They're friends. They've fought together — ever since that first day. And she did ask. But some part of her wasn't expecting him to answer her like that — simple and sincere. Too sincere. To the point that it stirs a little something tender in her chest, something that softens her teasing just a bit when she finally answers him, wry as ever: ]

I guess you must. You're a good half-inch inside me already.

[ She leans down, her long dark hair slipping over her shoulders as she bows her head to kiss him again, her mouth seeking his as she rubs herself against him. It leaves the head of his cock glistening with her wetness, making the motion between them smooth and slick. Her entrance twitches every time he drags his dick past it — as if anticipating the moment he finally pushes into that tight heat. ]

I like you too.

[Kamui is simple. He's not impulsive; certainly not indulgent. None of this is like him at all. He never wanted more than Andy's time, at least until tonight, and distantly, he wonders whether it might be smarter to just call this whole thing off.

But it's been ages since he wanted. Lifetimes, maybe. Every day that goes by in this city he allows himself to be more selfish, to seize just a little more of the bit of light he's been granted. Her bare skin's warm, her body's solid in his arms, and she feels-- fucking good and he's not even really in her yet. He can have this. There's no reason to deny himself, not when she's rocking herself back and forth over him, licking into his mouth and she likes him.

There's nothing more to say. Kamui rolls his hips, pushing his cock slowly inside her. He sighs out an uneven breath, body alight with pleasure-- she's hot, she's so damn wet, fuck, she's tight. He fucks up into her, hands squeezing the curve of her ass.]

You feel, [he manages,] so good, Andy.

[ It probably would have been smarter to just call the whole thing off. She would have understood. They would have stayed friends. His late night shifts at the gas station would still have been interrupted now and then by her presence. It's hard to say how all that may or may not change now — but in the heat of the moment, Andy isn't thinking about it. Because she is impulsive — she is indulgent, when she wants to be — and she likes the way it feels when his fingers dig in, the dull bite of nails juxtaposed to the slow press of his cock as he eases it into her. She likes the strain in his voice — the way he says her name. She likes all of it. And she wants to make this her own for a while.

She takes that last inch or two of him like it already belongs to her, sinking down a little too hard and too fast for how tight she still is. That rock of her hips brings them flush together with no where else to go, and the next exhale that escapes her is just faintly unsteady. ]

That's how it usually is with these things. [ Her low wryness is rough around the edges. ] Or is it just that you've never imagined what it would feel like, being inside me?

[Kamui hisses air through his teeth as Andy takes him all the way to the hilt; halfway through, it turns into a chuckle of disbelief. His dick's fully inside of her, and yet she's still going. Incredible.]

I didn't even think you'd kiss me. [Somehow, he manages those words just fine. There's only a bit of strain in his voice, just the beginnings of sweat beading on his brow. But his body betrays him-- he's achingly stiff, so eager for more of her.] Much less get on top of me.

[If she can be this bold with him, he'll get bolder, too. In time with how Andy grinds herself down, he thrusts into her harder, too, urging her body down onto his cock by the hips with insistent hands.]

[ Maybe some part of her hadn't thought she would kiss him either. There hadn't really been much thought involved in what happened at all. It had been an impulse born from a fondness that's grown steadily by inches since that first day — the day they fought and bled together, even though they barely knew each other's names. And maybe it's a little against her usual rules, doing something like this with someone she already considers her friend — but she doesn't want to stop either.

Might turn out to be a bad idea. But that's a problem for later. Right now, she's got him hard inside her, his hands gripping her hips as he moves against her, thrusting up into her. It makes her breath audibly hitch. He's more insistent than she expected — and that gets her going too. Makes it hard to decide if she should withhold from him, just to be mean, or take more, because she's just as eager for it as he is. ]

What else was I supposed to do? [ It's a low murmur, her dark hair pooling against his skin as she leans down towards him again. Without even needing to look back, she catches his arms by the wrist, pulling them from her waist and pinning them above his head. ] You were the one standing there, looking so fucking obvious when I asked if I was your type.

But I also said that you-- h-hey--

[There's about a million things that either of them could've done differently, but they're all shoved wholly aside when she pins him down by the wrists and leans in close. Kamui only tries feebly to wrest himself out of Andy's grip, because, well... Once again, his body's betraying him, isn't it?

Kamui shudders, hips bucking up into her again. Letting go, for once, feels good Even more that he's handing himself over to Andy in the process-- someone who would, and has, put herself in harm's way for his sake with no hesitation.]

Oh, fuck. [he sighs, his previous thought forgotten.]

[What else is he supposed to say? Of course he likes her. Of course she's his type-- dark-haired and rude and totally unrepentant-- no matter that he'd put all that out of his mind until now. Kamui opens his mouth, but only manages a half-stifled groan as the rhythm of his thrusts grows more desperate.]

Fuck, Andy...

Say it again.

[ She gives his wrists a little squeeze before letting go — just so she can sit back, really digging her knees in and bracing her palms against his chest as she starts riding him in earnest. Each flex of her thighs has him nearly slipping out of her before she's rocking back down onto him, taking what she wants without any mercy. There's something almost dangerous about her when she's like this — something dark and wanting in her eyes as she looks down at him, her attention heavy and singular. ]

Say my name like you fucking mean it.

[ It's in her voice too, that dangerous something — low and intimate, meant in that moment for him and him alone. ]

Call me Andromache.

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