HOTARU
The extra pair of hands makes her slip - makes her mind fuzzy, makes everything soft at the edges that even the heat of the water cannot achieve. If she just closes her eyes...tilts her head and imagines...
A deep chuckle, hands that are calloused instead of electric where they pinch and pull. Warmth that comes from a body, not the water at her back. She arches into the pressure against her nipples, lips parting on a gasp and -
"Sun-"
Her voice snaps halfway, eyes flying back open. No. No. The sensations might be similar enough to be confusing, but she can't let them fool her. Can't make this any more painful than it already is, if she expects to survive it. Before her mind can spiral further than the stab of pain that half-choked name inflicts, pleasure is washing it away. Making it duller at the edges where it pierces into her, numbing the raw entry points.
A hand skirts down her spine and the fingers that sink into her and press against her walls are just as good as the real thing, and her thighs just barely clamp shy of strangling Nate between them as the emptiness - at least here - is finally chased away. Her breath hiccups as he sucks at her clit, skin jumping instinctively at the tease of fangs that do not pierce. Hotaru's mind is a frenetic collage of reactions and feelings, the jump between sensations and unfulfilled promises of others getting her to the edge faster than she'd expected. The motion of the fingers inside her has her rocking her hips down in tandem, water sloshing over her navel and across her breasts. Even that feels like too much when he won't give her a break, so much as a moment to breathe.
She doesn't want it. Gods, she's grateful for it, for the way everything reduces back to white noise and the climb of pleasure as fingers thrust in approximation of something she's never been able to have from him. Hotaru feels weightless in the water, toes curling and breath panting across her reddened lips until - finally - she has to reach for something. Hands going to the dark hair like a cloud of ink beneath the water and tangling hard as her hips arch and her orgasm slams into her with no further preamble. "Nate!" she cries helplessly, one last call of his name even if he will only hear it in muted and distorted forms. Hotaru's thighs tremble where they encase him, still rocking down against him to chase her own oversensitive shudders until it verges on painful. Only then does she slow, dreading the clarity that too much pain will bring.
A deep chuckle, hands that are calloused instead of electric where they pinch and pull. Warmth that comes from a body, not the water at her back. She arches into the pressure against her nipples, lips parting on a gasp and -
"Sun-"
Her voice snaps halfway, eyes flying back open. No. No. The sensations might be similar enough to be confusing, but she can't let them fool her. Can't make this any more painful than it already is, if she expects to survive it. Before her mind can spiral further than the stab of pain that half-choked name inflicts, pleasure is washing it away. Making it duller at the edges where it pierces into her, numbing the raw entry points.
A hand skirts down her spine and the fingers that sink into her and press against her walls are just as good as the real thing, and her thighs just barely clamp shy of strangling Nate between them as the emptiness - at least here - is finally chased away. Her breath hiccups as he sucks at her clit, skin jumping instinctively at the tease of fangs that do not pierce. Hotaru's mind is a frenetic collage of reactions and feelings, the jump between sensations and unfulfilled promises of others getting her to the edge faster than she'd expected. The motion of the fingers inside her has her rocking her hips down in tandem, water sloshing over her navel and across her breasts. Even that feels like too much when he won't give her a break, so much as a moment to breathe.
She doesn't want it. Gods, she's grateful for it, for the way everything reduces back to white noise and the climb of pleasure as fingers thrust in approximation of something she's never been able to have from him. Hotaru feels weightless in the water, toes curling and breath panting across her reddened lips until - finally - she has to reach for something. Hands going to the dark hair like a cloud of ink beneath the water and tangling hard as her hips arch and her orgasm slams into her with no further preamble. "Nate!" she cries helplessly, one last call of his name even if he will only hear it in muted and distorted forms. Hotaru's thighs tremble where they encase him, still rocking down against him to chase her own oversensitive shudders until it verges on painful. Only then does she slow, dreading the clarity that too much pain will bring.
Pull you in, but don't you get too close
Love you now, but not tomorrow
Love you now, but not tomorrow
