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Sivir sighed heavily as she lifted the brim of her snapback, using her other hand to attempt to fix her messy hair that had begun to stick out wildly from underneath it. It was late in the evening and today had been a long and busy workday. She wasn't even sure if she could count how many close calls she had while weaving through traffic today, but could easily count the meager tips she had received for her troubles. Luckily it was almost time to clock out and head home. She just needed to finish cleaning up her work station, take out the trash, and count the tips, though that last one would probably take her all of thirty seconds. She sighed again before pushing open the door to the little pizza shop she worked at. Well, it was a pizza and fried chicken hybrid place, which was a little odd, but there must be some solid reasoning behind it because it had been around for a while now and had no catastrophic end in sight. The place was empty, with the overhead fluorescent lights filling the room of booth seats and four tops with their harsh light and faint buzzing sounds.
Sivir made a beeline straight behind the counter into the kitchen. The ovens and stoves had long since been shut off, but the heat still permeated the air, making her uniform feel too tight and itchy. As much as she enjoyed the warmth of these bright summer days she was glad she didn't have to work in that oppressive heat for hours every week. The chaotic freedom of the expansive city streets was also preferable to being cooped up inside all day, anyway.
"Hey! You're back!"
Speaking of being cooped up inside all day. Sivir turned to see a very large man squeezing his way into the kitchen through the door that led to the storage room. He finished drying his hands on a dish towel and slung it over his broad shoulders to hang around his neck before shooting her one of his huge genuine smiles. With his messy hair and impressive muscles that could even be seen underneath his loose apron he looked like he could take on nine opponents at once and easily come out of it victorious. After working for him for years though, Sivir knew he was the kindest man she had ever met, and wasn't sure if he could even make a rude comment towards someone, no matter how rude they were.
"Hey Galio. Yeah, I just got back," she replied, giving him a smile of her own that reflected just how tired she was. "I'm just gonna wrap up my stuff and help you close before heading home-"
"Nonsense!" his deep timbre voice cut her off. He waved her off in an exaggerated gesture, another thing he was known for. He crossed the room with more speed and elegance than you'd expect from such a large man and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, crouching down a bit so he could be eye level with her. "I know it's been a rough week for you. I want you to head home early and get some rest. I'll even let you have tomorrow off if you want. Can't have my friend wearing herself out, now can I?"
Sivir blinked in surprise, staring into that big dumb smiling face.
"But the trash and-"
"Ah ah ah! Not another word. I'll take care of it tonight. Don't you worry." Galio moved away, turning around to pick up something from a nearby countertop. When he spun back around he was holding a couple of pizza boxes with some smaller boxes on top that Sivir knew were used for their smaller dessert items. "And do me a favor and take these with you. Some bloke called it in but he never popped in to pick 'em up." He punctuated that sentence with a wink and a sly smile.
She hesitated for a moment before grabbing the offered food and shifting it to rest between her hip and arm, stepping closer and snaking her other arm around Galio to give him a one armed side hug.
"Thank you Galio. You're a great friend and source of delicious greasy food."
"It's no problem, love. Go have a nice relaxing afternoon."
Galio patted her on the shoulder before she broke away and crossed the room to the time clock to punch out for the day. After that she made her way back towards the door and turned around to wave goodbye to her boss.
"Thanks again Galio. I'll see you in a couple of days then!"
He waved back and called out to her from behind the counter, "Have a nice time off! And say hello to your girlfriend for me!"
"She's not my girlfriend!" she replied as the door was closing behind her, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. She could still hear his full bellied laugh as the door clicked shut behind her.
Sivir made her way over to her bright blue moped, illuminated by a single dingy street lamp in the parking lot. Her delivery bag was still clipped to the back seat and she unzipped it and slid the food inside to keep it safe and warm. As she finished zipping it closed again and went to mount the bike her ass started vibrating. This was quickly followed by a shrill default ringtone that pierced the relatively quiet night.
Sivir reached into her pocket to fish out the source of the ringing noise. When she looked at the screen, which was cracked beyond belief, the caller ID proudly displayed "Bad Bitch" with its bright display screen. The picture for the contact was of an asian girl with a wild ponytail in a snapback and cheeks full of food as she stuffed her face with a cup of instant ramen. Sivir's favorite part of the picture though was the noodles escaping her nose as she tried to suppress a laugh. Sivir remembered that being due to an inappropriate joke she had told her as she was scarfing down her food, with Sivir's phone at the ready to capture the reaction.
She slid her thumb across the screen to answer the call before putting it up to her ear.
"What's up, bitch?"
"Hey, fuck you hoe," she heard from the phone speaker, "You coming home soon? I got the newest copy of Rayman Legends if you feel up to it."
"Yeah, I just got off. I'm about to start heading that way. Also, Galio hooked us up, so you better not have filled up on those shitty noodles."
A snicker filtered through the speaker. "Getting yourself off at work, huh? Didn't know you were a freak like that, Siv."
"Shut the fuck up or I'm not sharing any of this bomb ass cookie with you."
"Damn, ok, keep your secrets then. I'll just have to kinkshame you later."
Sivir pushed her moped, disengaging the center stand, and sat down on it. Balancing the bike with her legs she dug out her keys and jammed them in the ignition. The moped reluctantly sputtered to life, but the engine purred confidentially after a few moments.
"I'll let you go so you can drive then. Be safe bro. No homo."
Sivir huffed out a laugh that sounded more like a scoff. "Whatever. I'll see you soon, 'Kali."
Sivir moved to hang up the phone, cutting off the cry of 'Bro, you have to say it ba-' and shoved her phone back into her rear pocket.
The ride back home was rather uneventful. Just Sivir's usual reckless driving and only a few honks and swears exchanged with other drivers. Her experience and wit kept her alive though as she weaved through traffic. She knew this city's streets better than the back of her hand. It wasn't long before she pulled onto a very familiar street, traveling only a few hundred feet before pulling into a parking garage and heading up the first few floors. She spotted a nice sports bike in one of the parking spots and pulled in next to it. Quickly setting up the center stand and locking up her moped, she glanced at the bike she had parked next to. It was sleek and clean, looking well maintained, but if you looked close enough you could see some wear and tear of usage and age. She brushed her fingers along the gas tank fondly and smiled. Maybe Akali would take her on a ride with it tomorrow. She always enjoyed riding with Akali, ever since they were much younger. The loud revs as Akali slammed through the gears. The wind whipping around them and making it hard to focus on anything for very long. The way she'd shield herself by tucking her face into the back of Akali's neck and wrap her arms tightly around her waist, bringing their bodies closer together and feeling the warmth through the few layers of fabric and leather between them. The intoxicating smell of all those things blended together into one. All those smells that were just so Akali.
Sivir snatched her hand away as if it had been burned. She felt a blush burning on her cheeks and shook her head to clear her mind. It's just been a long day and she's just tired. A little bit of R&R with her best bro would help her feel better. Maybe later when she was alone in her room she might take care of some other business, too.
She growled in frustration. God she needed to get laid. She snatched the canvas carrying bag of food off the back of her bike and walked briskly through the parking garage. She entered the code at the door that led into the apartment building proper and threw it open, causing it to bang against the wall like she usually did. She continued her pace, ignoring all the doors she passed until she stopped in front of the one at the end. It took her a few seconds to dig out her keys again while holding the food, but eventually the door was unlocked and she slipped inside.
The living room that the apartment door led into was dimly lit by a small lamp beside the couch and the large flat screen TV on the wall that was playing some video Akali must've been streaming from her phone. The room was a bit messy, with personal items scattered around seemingly haphazardly, but it was devoid of any take out boxes or candy wrappers, so she must've done some actual cleaning for once while Sivir was gone. Sivir kicked the door closed behind her and turned the lock before heading into the small kitchen. She flipped on the light and set the food down on the counter. As she was doing that she noticed that the dishes had been done as well. Now she was suspicious. She'd have to figure out what trouble Akali had gotten into.
Speaking of Akali, she suddenly felt two strong arms wrap around her waist from behind. A breath ghosted across her ear and tickled her skin, followed by a whisper like a bad ASMR video.
"Guess who?"
Sivir half-heartedly elbowed her assailant in the ribs. That earned her a pained whine and the arms released her from their hold.
"Santa Claus?" Sivir replied sarcastically, turning around to see Akali standing there pouting while rubbing the spot where she had been struck through her t-shirt. "You shouldn't sneak up on people like that Chris Cringle, or you might jingle your last bell."
"That's it. You're on the naughty list. Coal in your stockings for the next thousand years."
"Thanks, I'll use it to warm up my cold, dead heart."
"That's a lie! You're full of warm, gooey happiness. You can't fool me with that sarcastic attitude. I know you're really a big softy."
Sivir turned away to hide a small smile, shaking her head and dropping the argument. As she started unpacking the food Akali jumped up and sat on the counter next to her.
"So what's the haul look like today, captain?"
Sivir opened the boxes to check the contents. Galio had been very generous, giving them two large pizzas, one of them pepperoni and the other one, unfortunately, hawaiian. There were also cheesy bread sticks with dip and a large cookie cut into eight slices for dessert. Sivir watched as Akali reached over and snatched a bread stick and dipped it in the sauce after opening it. She went to take a bite and ended up dripping sauce all over the lap of her sweat pants. That earned her a raised eyebrow and another incredulous head shake from Sivir as she quietly muttered an expletive and tried to wipe it off. Sivir turned around to grab some beers from the fridge, and when she turned back around Akali had already shoved the rest of the bread into her mouth.
"Yknow," Akali said, her voice muffled by the food in her mouth, "we should send Galio and his husband a thank you card. Maybe even a nice gift basket. That's what adults do, right? Send each other wicker baskets full of assorted meats and cheeses?"
"Don't talk with your mouth full," Sivir said, setting the bottles down next to Akali and turning to grab some plates from the cupboard. She handed one to Akali, who had already popped the top off of one of the beers and taken a swig, and started loading up her own plate with food. After she got her food she headed back into the living room and plopped down on the couch, placing her plate on the armrest and sticking her drink between the cushions like a cup holder. She grabbed the remote and kicked her feet up on the coffee table while browsing through the channels. Akali joined her a minute later, her own plate similarly piled high with delicious artery clogging goodness. She sat on the opposite side of the couch, kicking her feet up as well and placing her plate precariously in her lap. Some kid's cartoon about witches was chosen as their dinner entertainment for the evening and they both sat there watching it and enjoying their pizza. Akali would occasionally make some joke about the show like how the green haired girl was a disaster lesbian, but Sivir was hardly paying attention, content to simply zone out and listen to Akali poke fun. When they had finished eating, Sivir took their plates and empty bottles to the kitchen to dispose of them, the former into the sink and the later into the trash. When she came back it was to the sight of the Xbox booting up on the TV and Akali waving one of the controllers in her hands towards her.
"Wow, you don't waste any time, do you?" she said, taking the offered controller and flopping back down onto the couch. Akali grabbed her own controller and got into a comfortable position next to Sivir.
"Nope. We've got a new game to beat, bro, and I'm gonna have the high score again. Just like Fear 3."
Sivir rolled her eyes at the smug look Akali was giving her.
"Whatever. That game was fucking rigged."
"Someone's still salty I see."
"You're gonna be the one in the salt mines tonight."
Akali shot her a cocky grin.
"Oh you're on, bitch."
They played for a while, making friendly jabs at each other about the other's performance and skills. It was something they used to do often but hadn't had the time recently to enjoy, with Sivir's job and school work taking up most of her time and Akali's diligent efforts towards starting her music career taking up hers. Her fingers worked quickly across the buttons and joysticks, making her little character throw punches and jump through obstacles. She may have been rusty, but the muscle memory was still there. As fun and nostalgic as it was, though, Sivir couldn't really get into it like she used to. Her mind was wandering elsewhere and her in game character's deaths became more frequent, causing her to huff with frustration. The couch was shaking slightly as her leg bounced up and down with irritation. She didn't even notice when Akali had fallen silent next to her, nor the concerned look she was shooting her way. After yet another frustrated sigh escaped her due to one more untimely demise for her character, she was surprised by the menu screen as the game was suddenly paused. A moment later a hand was gently resting on her forearm, and she turned to see Akali sitting up and leaning towards her, her brow scrunched and face filled with concern.
"Hey, are you ok? Is something wrong?"
Sivir sighed again, softer and slower, trying to calm and center herself.
"It's just…been a long day. A long week, actually. I've been so busy. I'm sorry for ruining the fun."
The hand that was resting on her arm slid down her wrist and wiggled into her open palm, lacing their fingers together. It began tugging her gently towards its owner, who was holding her other arm out in a gesture as if she was about to give her a hug.
"Come here, bro."
Sivir hesitated, but soon shifted over into Akali's embrace. Akali wrapped her arms around her as she pulled them both down onto the cushions and settled down together on their beat up old couch. Sivir's head ended up resting on Akali's shoulder as she found herself resting between her friend and the couch, wrapped up in her embrace. She enjoyed the feeling of Akali's warm body so close to her own, and she let out a deep, shuddering breath as she relaxed into it. A few seconds later she felt her hat being tugged off of her head, the snapback momentarily taking her ponytail with it since she had stuck her hair through the hole in the back. Soon she felt the fingers that had made off with her hat return for her hair tie, assuming it met the same fate as her hat as her hair was left splayed about her shoulders. With her hair now liberated, Akali's fingers began gently combing through it in a calm and soothing gesture. Sivir let out a muffled groan and snuggled up closer to her best friend. They stayed like this for a while, neither speaking, with only the sound of distant traffic outside, the game's pause menu music playing quietly from the TV, and the soft, almost imperceptible sound of Akali's nails gently scratching Sivir's scalp as she played with her hair heard over their soft breathing. Sivir found herself beginning to doze off, shifting into a more comfortable position that ended with her nose buried into Akali's shirt. Breathing in deeply, her senses were filled with everything about the girl next to her, from the softness of her skin where Sivir's fingers found it peeking out from her clothes, to the appealing scent of her soap, laundry detergent, and natural odor. It was more comforting than anything she had ever known and it was all she could think about.
That smell underneath the soaps and shampoos, though. She couldn't describe it, not like how they do it in the movies and books, but it was exhilarating to her. It reminded her of exciting bike rides, playful wrestling matches and afternoons spent watching the sun go down. All the evenings where they lost track of time playing games or watching shows, sharing jokes and drinks and escaping their woes in the comfort of their own little home. It was a part of some of the absolute best times of her life.
…and it was also a part of some of the worst. Those nights when it seemed like too much, and sleep wasn't coming any time soon. The anxiety and stress that built up and threatened to suffocate her. Stumbling into the dark living room in a desperate attempt to escape those feelings and seeing her in a similar bout of insomnia. Laying together on the couch, holding each other's body close and finding the safety and support they need to let those tears and fears go. Sometimes they shared their thoughts. Sometimes no words needed to be spoken to understand. Finally waking up much earlier than they ever wanted and reluctantly disentangling their limbs from the comforting embrace. Looking at each other and sharing a chaste smile, their resolve bolstered by their mutual understanding and support they shared as the sunrise peaked through the curtains, bathing their faces in rays of golden light.
- - - - - - - -
Sivir woke up with a start. When had she fallen asleep? The room was dark, meaning the sun had already gone down, but they were bathed in the dim glow from the TV, the pause menu still prominently displayed on the screen. Dammit, Akali. Can't she ever remember to turn things off when she was done with them? Though, it seems she's partially to blame this time, too.
Speaking of Akali, Sivir took a moment to observe her impromptu bedfellow. Akali was also fast asleep, her chest rising and falling with slow, deep breaths. She noticed that her sleeping companion had also let her hair down, the mismatch of dark and blonde tresses falling over her shoulders with a handful spilling over the armrest as well. It was a beautiful sight, only slightly ruined by the trail of drool from the corner of her slightly parted lips and down her cheek. A soft snoring could also be heard escaping Akali's lips as well, somehow tying the whole visage together.
Sivir felt the corner of her lips being tugged into a soft smile. She decided to settle back down and maybe get a few more hours of rest. Idly wondering if Akali's arm had started to go numb after being trapped underneath her for so long, she went to wrap her own arms around the sleeping girl, snaking one under Akali and getting only a soft mumble in response. As her other hand slid across her friend's waist, though, grazing the strip of skin that had been exposed by Akali's shirt riding up a bit, it was interrupted when her fingers bumped into something hard resting underneath the waistband of Akali's sweatpants. She froze, her hand still lightly pressed up against the lump. Having been Akali's closest friend for many years, she of course knew that she had transitioned, but never underwent any sort of bottom surgery. This wasn't even the first time she had been acutely reminded of what Akali was packing down there either, since they had become so comfortable and casual with each other that seeing Akali in various states of undress as they got ready for parties, feeling it pressed against her thigh or stomach when they were cuddling, or the mornings when Akali would come stumbling out of her room half asleep and making a beeline for the bathroom with a tent pitched in her shorts were just a normal part of Sivir's life. It was just another part of her best friend and she didn't really think much about it.
Something was different this evening though. There was a hunger, a burning desire deep inside her that made her hesitate. A tightness in her chest and a tingling of electricity danced across her skin as she let some sultry thoughts slip into her mind. Of course she tried to deny them, to beat them back into the corners of her mind where they had begun lingering a long time ago. The thoughts that she laughed off with a bit of embarrassment and tried to explain away as just random intrusive thoughts. Today, though, they were stronger than ever, and she could feel them starting to win the battle for her mind as her hand began applying a little more pressure at Akali's waist. She didn't have a perfect view from the angle she was at, but what she couldn't see was made up for by her hand as her it began lightly rubbing back and forth across the fabric of Akali's sweatpants, her fingers tracing the shape of her friend's dick and getting a feel for its size. She had a good idea of it from what she had seen over the years, but getting so hands on and personal made the size and girth of it much more substantial and it sent another wave of burning excitement through her chest. She could feel her heart racing and hear her blood pounding in her ears as she fought to keep her breath slow and steady. Glancing up at Akali's face and seeing her still sleeping soundly, she grew a little bolder and placed her hand palm down on her dick and wrapped her fingers around it as best as she could through the fabric. It filled her hand in a way that filled her with even more excitement and she gave it a few short, gentle strokes, spurred on by the dirty thoughts that had begun racing through her mind. She spent a few minutes enjoying the feeling, occasionally gently stroking or squeezing her dick, the adrenaline making it feel like hours. Feeling emboldened, the thought of taking it a little bit further finally won over her better senses, and she reluctantly let go of her prize. She moved on quickly, though, as she began to slowly snake her fingers underneath the waistband that had been an annoying barrier for just a little too long. She wanted to see it. Sivir could tell she had begun to prop herself up on her elbow to get a better view, completely invested in her task. Perhaps that's the reason why the snoring had ceased, and why she had failed to notice. Pushing down carefully on the waistband, more and more of Akali's skin was revealed, a small treasure trail of hair leading into a neatly groomed patch of pubes along with it, but the natural stiffness of her cock made it difficult to slide the pants down smoothly without her dick being pulled down to the side. Putting a little more effort into it while lifting up a little, Akali's pants finally released their prisoner as her dick sprang free from them, landing on her abdomen with a soft slap of skin on skin.
Sivir took a moment to really take in the sight of it. It was big, jutting up proudly from the hairy base of Akali's crotch, with a slight curve to one side. The veins were prominent underneath the skin that led up to the tip, the skin becoming a darker color near the top where she could see about half of the dark red of her cock head peeking out of the skin. Health class in school had taught her enough to know that this meant Akali was uncircumcised. That small snippet of information was stored away in her mind for later use, whatever that may be. She could feel the heat of it where her hand that was still holding onto the sweatpants made contact, with a faint rhythmic throbbing also noticeable against her skin. That little contact felt delicious, and she wanted more. She eased up on the waistband, and it slid back up a bit, but Sivir still had full access to Akali's schmeat. Once again gently wrapping her hand around Akali's dick, she began stroking it slowly, feeling the skin move momentarily under her fingers with each stroke before it grew taught and her fingers slid onto yet undiscovered flesh. As Sivir continued her strokes became longer and more languid until eventually she was moving from the base to the tip and back again. On one of these down strokes the skin slid away from Akali's tip, exposing the entire head to her. When she reached the tip again she impulsively swiped across the head of her cock with her thumb, the sticky fluid that had begun gathering there coating the tip of her thumb. That went unnoticed quickly, however, as the gesture had also been met with a loud moan and a hand grasping her wrist loosely, halting its movement.
Sivir froze once again, but this time it was an icy shock of fear and shame that pierced her to the core. Oh fuck. Oh shit oh fuck oh no oh no oh no. She fucked up. She ruined everything just because she couldn't keep it in her pants. Or, more accurately, keep herself out of someone else's pants. A few seconds went by where her whole face felt like a wildfire as it burned with embarrassment and her stomach felt like it dropped into her feet in a way that made her feel nauseous. Eventually deciding that it would be better to face the music and deal with this train wreck she had caused with what dignity she had left, she turned to look Akali in the eyes. Instead of the anger and betrayal she exacted , though, Sivir was shocked to find Akali looking at her in a way that one might find in one of those "Find Someone Who Looks at You Like This" memes or a cheesy fanfiction someone wrote about their favorite characters. Sivir might describe her as looking relaxed and open, with the hint of a smile tagging at the corners of her mouth, leaving her uncertain if the next words out of Akali's mouth were going to be a smart ass comment or 'I love you'. She could only stare like a deer in headlights as she endured the tense few seconds before Akali finally spoke.
"Bro… " Akali said, the softly spoken whisper sounding deafening in the silence of the living room, "...you forgot to say no homo…"
A beat. Another. Suddenly a sharp laugh slipped through Sivir's lips as she dissolved into a fit of snorting laughter, throwing herself back into the cushions. Somehow Akali had managed to wash all her worries with one shitty joke. After Sivir had calmed down and composed herself a bit she looked over to see Akali with that cocky smirk plastered on her face again. When they made eye contact Akali wiggled her eyebrows up and down in an obvious taunt. Sivir fell for it hook, line, and sinker, and it spurred her into her next reckless action. Leaning in towards Akali, she brushed her loose hair over her shoulder and then gently cupped Akali's cheek as she brought their lips together.
Kissing Akali felt like coming home. Like a great roaring turmoil inside her had been silenced and all that remained was a calm tranquility. There was no hurry as their lips moved against each other, exploring this exciting new territory of their relationship. When Akali's arm that had been trapped underneath Sivir moved and her hand wriggled under Sivir's shirt to rest at the small of her back, and her lips parted to allow her to slip her tongue into Sivir's mouth, it felt almost as if they had already done this a thousand times before. Every touch sent more electric sparks across Sivir's skin, compounding her desire to new heights she'd never felt before, yet they maintained their relaxed pace, savouring the moment.
When they finally broke apart, Akali was looking up at her with a lazy, half-asleep smile that still beamed like she had just won a million dollars and a lifetime's supply of ramen. Extra spicy. Sivir gave her a smile of her own, a little scoff escaping her lips as she grabbed Akali's shirt collar and used it to wipe off the drool that was still sticking to her face. Akali's smile turned sheepish as the now stretched out collar settled back into place.
"Thanks." she said, her voice sounding deeper and rough from disuse, "You always take care of me."
"Yeah, because if I didn't I'm not sure how you'd survive some days."
Akali grinned at her again before glancing down for a moment. Sivir felt her shifting her hips beside her as if she was trying to get more comfortable. When she looked back up at her, a blush was starting to warm Akali's cheeks and her confident smile had turned into a look between nervous and desperate. She couldn't seem to decide where to look as she cleared her throat before speaking again.
"Hey, uh…do you think you could, uh… finish…what you were doing? No pressure, though! I'm just, uh…"
As her sentence trailed off, Sivir couldn't help but feel a strong surge of emotion at the sight of this vulnerable side of her best friend. Girlfriend? She would figure that out later. The more pressing issue was that surge of emotion had also sent another jolt of desire straight between her thighs. With a cocky smirk of her own, she caught Akali's chin and made eye contact with her.
"I'll do you one better."
Sivir gave her another peck on the lips before she started to move. Careful as to not accidentally elbow or knee Akali somewhere sensitive, Sivir propped herself up on her hands and knees and slowly shimmied her way backwards until she was hovering over Akali's legs, with her head just above the exposed skin of Akali's abdomen. Placing her hands on Akali's thighs, she pushed them apart and settled in between sweatpant covered legs, laying on her stomach. It was a bit awkward, and Sivir had to bend her own legs at the knee and rest her shins against the armrest, but she made it work. Luckily Akali was short enough, otherwise this position wouldn't be feasible, but she would say that out loud. The last time she had commented on Akali's height had earned her a death glare and a not so gentle kick in the shin. It wasn't her fault that Akali was a short king.
Having gotten settled, Sivir glanced up at Akali, who was staring at her intently, and reached up towards the waistband of the sweatpants once more. It had slipped back up to cover Akali's pride while they had been making out, and with Akali's assistance she shimmied them down past her ass, stopping at the top of her thighs as her spread thighs prevented them from going any further. This didn't matter, though, since everything that Sivir really wanted was exposed for her. Akali's skin was smooth and soft, with a smattering of freckles and moles,and right in the middle, surrounded by a thick but groomed patch of hair was her cock, hard and bouncing slightly with each throb of Akali's heartbeat. While she was tempted to go straight for it, Sivir moved past it and started placing small kisses along the skin peeking out from the hem of her shirt. Making her way down and around the exposed skin, Sivir placed gentle kisses, sometimes stopping for a moment to leave a hickey or a love bite. The effect was almost immediate, and Sivir could feel Akali's hips bucking underneath her, searching for stimulation. The tip of her dick brushed against the front of her shirt, and when Akali would occasionally thrust far enough she could feel the short brush of Akali's skin against her collarbone or neck. This made her smile into Akali's soft flesh as she pressed her lips against it, but she didn't move any faster as she made her way down to the main prize. When she finally got there she saw that a few drops of precum had collected at the tip and began trailing down Akali's shaft. She would get to that in a second. She instead moved her lips down to the base of her cock and placed a gentle but firm kiss on the underside of it. A groan of appreciation was given in response. Sivir wasn't finished there, though, and began placing kisses up and down Akali's shaft, much like she had just previously done to her stomach. More groans followed and a few more impulsive thrusts had Sivir putting her hands on Akali's hips to stop her from getting out of control. Once she thought Akali would behave, she took one hand and ran it lovingling through the hair on her groin before wrapping her fingers around the base of her cock. Placing one last kiss on the tip, Sivir looked up at Akali's face, whose blush had spread over her whole face and neck, and was staring back down at her with rapture. Then, while maintaining eye contact with Akali, Sivir used her hand to guide her shaft as her lips slid past the tip, slowly taking Akali's dick into her mouth.
Sivir's ears were treated to the sound of a cacophony of moans as she started bobbing her head up and down, gradually taking Akali deeper and deeper into her mouth. She savoured every inch of her, enjoying the smell, taste, and feel of the girl beneath her that was helpless to the power Sivir's lips had on her. Eventually she managed to get half of Akali's length into her mouth, slowly dragging her lips up her shaft until she reached the tip, feeling the skin shifting underneath her ministrations as she flicked her tongue against the foreskin covered tip, before getting it reacquainted with the warm, wet comfort of her mouth. What she couldn't fit past her lips was wrapped firmly by her thumb and forefingers as she languidly massaged the flesh in rhythm with her mouth. It was very effective, if the increase in volume of the moans, paired with breathy exclamations of her name, was a good indicator. As much as she enjoyed it, though, Sivir wanted more. She wanted all of it.
Akali's dick left her mouth with a wet pop and a few strands of saliva were connected between the two for a few moments more. Sivir had looked away while focusing on her task, but she was sure Akali looked even more flustered and desperate than she had been what seemed like moments before. She watched all sorts of emotions flash across her face as she began to sit up and move. First, disappointment as Sivir left her little buddy behind, already missing the comfort of its new best friend. Second, a flash of desire and hope as Sivir sat up on her knees and began to slide off the bed, not missing the quick glance downwards towards her own waistband. This harshly reminded her of her own burning arousal between her thighs, but she pushed that aside for now. She had a goal in mind and she wasn't going to give up on her prize. Finally, Akali's face was twisted in confusion as Sivir, now standing next to the couch, grabbed her hands and pulled her up into a sitting position. It wasn't the most graceful movement, with Akali being plagued by grogginess and horny thoughts, but eventually Akali was sitting comfortably before her, with Sivir standing between her spread legs. She wasn't standing for long, though. Lowering herself until she was kneeling in front of Akali, Sivir shot her a cocky smirk.
"Sorry," Sivir said, her hands sliding up Akali's thighs to grasp at that obnoxious waistband that had now thrice been in the way. She pulled on them, with Akali quickly getting the hint and helping her slide them down her legs to her ankles, where Akali frantically kicked them off to the side. Hands on her thighs and making eye contact with her again, Sivir attempted a sultry voice as she spoke once more. "I need a better angle to get all of it."
The whispered, "Oh, fuck yes," and violent twitch of Akali's cock proved that her words had the desired effect. Moving in close again, Sivir grasped the base of her dick with one hand to guide it to her lips once more. She quickly picked up the rhythm she had before, only taking her friend about halfway deep. This was not enough, though, and she steeled her nerves. Sivir had never had a strong gag reflex, but that didn't mean it wasn't there. She started pushing further, taking her cock deeper and deeper into her mouth, moving cautiously as it began reaching the top of her throat. After a few false starts and brief gags, she felt like she had enough control and minimal discomfort as she focused on conquering those last few inches. There was a cry of victory in her mind as her lips finally kissed Akali's fuzzy crotch, her nose lightly tickled by the short, curly patch of hair it was now buried in. Akali was kind enough to vocalize said victory cry for her through a loud moan as her cock was fully engulfed by Sivir's mouth.
Satisfied with her ability to take the entire length without any unfortunate mishaps, Sivir once again started bobbing her head up and down, taking it all the way down to the base this time. Akali quickly dissolved into a mess of moaning and heavy breathing again. She reached out with one hand and laced it into Sivir's hair, idly running her fingers through it as Sivir's head moved. Whenever Sivir would hit the right spots he fingers would tighten, clenching a fistfull of hair as her hips bucked off the couch. Sivir placed one of her hands on Akali's thigh to stop her from moving so much while she took Akali's free hand into her other, lacing their fingers together. That's how they stayed as Sivir brought her closer to the end.
"Sivir, baby, I'm close"
Sivir's only response was to look up, making eye contact with Akali as she gently sucked on the head of her dick while her hand worked up and down the base. She stared right into her best friend's half lidded eyes as she brought her closer to orgasm. Akali's hold on their joined hands tightened as her moans and breathing became louder and more frequent. It wasn't long before Akali said those words she was waiting for.
"Oh fuck, Sivirrr," she moaned, dragging her name out deliciously with that beautiful voice of hers, "I'm cumming!"
Sivir released her dick from her mouth with a wet pop. Opening her mouth and placing her tongue on the underside of her tip, she began stroking Akali faster, waiting for her release. Akali's dick tensed and jumped in her hand, sending the first warm spurt high, covering her from her brow, across the bridge of her nose, and down her cheek. She quickly closed her eyes after that, and a good thing she did, too, as Akali's dick twitched again and sent another load across her face, landing over her closed eyes and down her cheek. The next few spurts burst forth in a similar fashion, painting Sivir's face from her forehead to her lips with Akali's cum. It was thick and warm against her flushed skin and the salty taste was strong against her tongue as the last few weak pulses of Akali's dick dribbled some more cum right into her waiting mouth. She gently sucked on the head of her dick one last time, collecting the rest of the cum her in her mouth, before sitting back on her calves and letting Akali enjoy the afterglow as she licked her lips. A moment went by with them just sitting there, listening to each other's heavy breathing, contemplating what had just transpired. It was interrupted as Sivir heard the sound of fabric rustling. Akali sitting up she assumed, since she couldn't open her eyes to confirm as they had been practically glued shut.
"Ah, shit, sorry! Let me help you with that." Akali said as Sivir felt her disentangling their hands.
There was a bit of an awkward shuffle between them as Akali tried to extract herself from between Sivir and the couch. She eventually made it, though the under the breath expletive made Sivir assume she almost slipped and fell on the hardwood floor, and Sivir heard her footsteps becoming distant as she left towards another room. There were distant sounds of activity as Akali did something in the other room while she sat there alone. She was just starting to feel a bit uncomfortable sitting on the floor with a face full of cum when she heard Akali re-enter the room with her usual thunderous footsteps that were sure to get a complaint from the neighbors later.
"Here, let me help," Akali said as she gently took Sivir by the chin and tilted her head.
There was a sudden feeling of a warm cloth against her skin, and she realized that Akali must have gotten a washcloth from the bathroom and had even been kind enough to soak it in warm water first. Her lips pulled into a small smile as Akali gently cleaned her face, meticulously wiping away all the evidence of the last few minutes. When Akali had finished with that she quickly used what Sivir assumed was another towel to dry her face. Once she was finally liberated from her impromptu facial, her eyes blinked open, enjoying their newfound freedom. The first thing she saw was Akali standing in front of her, her face flushed and smiling. She also had apparently been in such a hurry that she had forgotten her pants, and her half erect dick was hanging out for all to see. Sivir chuckled at the sight as she braced herself against the coffee table to stand up. Her knees were starting to hurt from her awkward kneeling position, and she let out a groan as she stretched her legs to release the tension. Akali was standing to the side looking awkward, which was understandable after your best friend suddenly gives you oral. Grabbing the front of her shirt, Sivir tried breaking the awkwardness by pulling her into another kiss, long and sweet. That seemed to do the trick as Akali wrapped her arms around her waist and melted into the kiss. When they finally broke apart Akali gave her a warm smile and looked her in the eyes as she spoke.
"I could really go for a nap."
Sivir laughed and shook her head. "Come on then. I promise not to wake you up this time.
It took only a few moments for them to settle back down on the couch like they had been before. As they laid there cuddling each other and falling asleep fast, Sivir mumbled into Akali's chest.
"Hey, Akali…."
"Yeah, Sivir?" came the hushed reply.
".....were those my towels?"
Her question was only met with guilty silence.
"You're doing the laundry tomorrow."