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[He doesn't like dwelling on the fact he's been here for months. It's a stretch of time that's turned in days to weeks and now months. Yet he isn't angry. It's a damn anomaly he's not become some embodiment of fury given what this place puts him through, but here he is sleeping sound as he can spooning one of the few people who can keep him anchored; not to mention the only person here who isn't a occasional fling.

The's the strangest part and often the one he finds himself circling back to. Vorona went from underling to a constant in the chaos of things and a bedfellow. They've tangled up more than he can recount and ventured into acts he'd once been to embarrassed to imagine. He might have been a hell of a brawler, but he was prude as they come.

Nowadays Shizuo longs and lust, with or without the push of the city. Tonight is one such night under the influence of some gnawing need that doesn't yet have a name. He's keen to itch and heat that stirs. Same heat that stirs him awake and shifting to see if Vorona is awake or in any mood herself.]

Hey, you awake? [It's not too dim with some rude outside lighting peeking in. He can make details out in the almost blueish hue and snuggled closer slipping a hand lower about her abdomen.] Can't sleep, I need some relief... [He admits, eyes narrow and chin brushing on her shoulder.] What about you?

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[ Her fingers falter in their stroking and she squirms, briefly pressing her thighs closed around Shizuo’s hand, effectively trapping him there for a moment. Even through the barrier of her panties, the way he strokes at her clit makes her feel like there’s electricity crackling all throughout her limbs. He’s only just started to touch her, but her body is already beginning to respond in ways that are all-too-familiar. Shallower breaths and a tell-tale flush across her cheeks, plus a damp spot on her underwear that’s just about impossible to miss.

Vorona exhales shakily, letting her eyes flutter shut for a moment. She never got worked up like this back home, so her increased sensitivity is something she’ll attribute to this place’s influence. ]

Shizuo-senpai... [ She shivers, squeezing him through his boxers with an obvious sort of intent. ] Let’s move.

[ She wants him on top of her, or under her, or - anything, really. Any position that will facilitate more than him rubbing her through her panties, because there’s a feeling twisting in the pit of her stomach that tells her that won’t be enough to satisfy her tonight. ]

[t_n_t]

[Pleasure is a sense all its own around there, somehow sharper and more frequent than it ought to have been. Sometimes it's instant, a feverish heat and pawing hands to find some sort of relief. This isn't quite so fast or frantic. More so he's in the mood more than it overtaking him.

His hand does stop caught between her thighs feeling the built up dampness. He grumbles incoherent and leans forward annoyed briefly he's this riled up already. It's a short lived frustration when she speaks again and something he agrees in full, the hard weight figurative and tugging at him.]

Yea. You top this time. [It's a favored angle if he's to pick, to see her unravel above him and digging her nails into his shoulders. Shizuo reels back from her body and positions himself on his elbows, eyes gold and sharp in watching her move about in the dim blue light. She's gorgeous he thinks, bites his lip, and reconsiders even mentioning such a thing.

Actions after all spoke louder.]