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“Come on,” Keigo croaks, breath hot and damp against the healthy skin of Touya’s cheek, palm sticky and sweaty where it’s braced against her shoulder. “Fill me up, baby girl, come on.”
Touya moans, tucking her face into Keigo’s throat. “Please,” she whispers, rolling up in the slippery sleeve of Keigo’s cunt. Her tits are hot and damp against the scarred skin of Keigo’s back, holding weight where Keigo’s wings used to be. “Please, Mommy.”
“I got you, baby,” Keigo tells her. Touya fucks up, prosthetic arm wrapped tight around her waist. Keigo moans, short and sharp; the fingers of Touya’s opposite hand fumble awkwardly at her nipple, too slick to get a grip on, drip drip dripping down the subtle curve of her breast. “Oh, my angel,” Keigo says, mouths a feathery kiss to the bridge of Touya’s nose when Touya peaks up at her, pulls her into a proper kiss after.
“Mommy,” she slurs when they break apart, chasing Keigo’s lips. Keigo wraps a curl around her knuckle, tugs gently, strokes her nail along the shell of Touya’s blushing ear. She kisses her again, and then again, just in case. Touya’s flesh-and bone-fingers pinch at her nipple, stroke through the liquid that beads from it; she cups her breast entirely, kneads the fat in the scarred-over ridges of her palm, coaxing more forward. “Mommy,” she says again, eyes cloudy and imploring.
Touya’s pretty clit throbs hot in Keigo’s cunt, pulses. Keigo reaches between her thighs and traces up the vein that stretches the underside with a manicured nail, circles her own clit when she gets to it. Touya garbles a sob against the arc of her jaw. “Already, sweet thing?”
“Yeah,” Touya says, warbles. She buries the flush of her cheeks back into Keigo’s throat as if embarrassed, like Keigo hasn’t been begging her to cum inside all morning. Keigo pets along the side of her face, feels the heat that steams from her grafts. She sighs, chin tilted up.
“So pretty,” she says, grinding her hips back into Touya’s stomach. The balls of her feet rock over the tatami. The armchair creaks. Her joints pinch, knees hooked over Touya’s. “So good for me, so good for Mommy. Always fill me up so good.” Touya whines, moans, grazes her teeth over the jut of Keigo’s collarbone; the metal of her prosthetic digs into her ribcage. Keigo moans, too, arches and knocks her head back onto Touya’s shoulder. “Yes,” she says, gasps, tongue thick in her mouth. “Oh, fuck. Come on, baby, come on.”
“Wanna see you,” Touya says, begs, lips against the bare skin of her shoulder. “Can I see you, Mommy, please?”
“Oh, angel,” Keigo says, plants her heels on the ground without a second thought. She rises; Touya’s clit slips from her hole with a sick, squelching pop, barely catching on her rim. “Of course you can. So sweet for me.” Keigo stands, drops back into Touya’s lap, traps her clit between their stomachs. She can feel her own wetness smear beneath her navel, feel the twitching head of Touya’s clit pearl and dribble. She cups Touya’s jaw and kisses her, warm and tingling.
“Thank you,” Touya says, nearly whispered. Her hands settle lightly over her waist, fingertips hot enough to burn little marks into her skin. Keigo moans and kisses her, again and again, thumbs resting snug on either side of her long, bird-beak nose. Touya’s pulses against her mound. Her wrist steams. Keigo only lets her go when she starts to whimper, lets her tuck her pink cheeks into the valley of her breasts and stare up at her with big, beautiful eyes framed by thick white lashes.
She cants her hips, reaches between them to wrap her fist around the too-hot length of Touya’s clit, gives it several quick strokes before guiding it back to her hole. She rocks back and forth over the head a few times, tucks her nose into Touya’s hair with a soft, pleasured sight, and finally pops the head back through her drooling opening. Touya moans, nuzzles into the side of her breast.
Keigo sinks, slowly; Touya’s mouth finds her areola, suckles the nipple into the gentle curl of her tongue, blinks up at her through fluttering lashes. Her eyes are glossy, shining with tears. She fucks up, once, and Keigo gasps, cradling the back of her pretty head in both hands.
“Just like that,” Keigo says, tosses her head back to nothing. The ends of her hair, a little grown out, tickle the space between her shoulder blades. The press of Touya’s five-fingered grip slides around, moves to her back instead to hold her closer; it burns, just right, makes Keigo moan a little too loud, a little too high. She rolls her hips in the little room she has, meets Touya half-thrust for half-thrust. Her clit bumps Touya’s pelvis with every grind. Her cunt squelches, clicks, slick with lube and her own arousal, wet wet wet.
Louder, even, is the way Touya swallows, gulps her milk as if starved, throat bobbing, teeth and tongue working at her breast. Keigo gives her hair a little tug, and that’s all it takes for Touya to switch sides, latching obediently onto her other nipple. She looks blissed; her clit throbs, swells.
“Cum inside me, my pretty girl,” Keigo says, gasped. Her walls clench, spasm; her nipple leaks in the open air, breast jiggling against the supple flush of Touya’s cheek. Touya shudders against her, wraps both arms around her now in a crushing hug that’s sure to bruise. Keigo moans again. Her knees drag the fabric of the armchair. The springs of the cushion squeak. “My pussy wants you so bad,” she says, “wants you to fill it, mark me up.”
Touya’s responding moan bubbles up from her belly, rumbles through Keigo’s nipple right to her core. Keigo moans with her, arches, tightens her grip in her hair. Her cunt flutters.
“I’m so close,” she says. Touya sobs a wet noise into her breast, tongue still flickering in pointed circles around her areola. Tears drip over her waterline. “Gonna make Mommy cum?”
Touya pulls back with a gasp, mouth painted white; a string of pearly spittle connects her bottom lip to Keigo’s darkened nipple. “Mommy,” she chokes, voice wet. “Gonna cum.” She sounds wrecked, panting, tits heaving against Keigo’s stomach. She doesn’t answer Keigo’s question.
Keigo coos, brings her close to kiss her, taste herself on her tongue. She licks over Touya’s lips, swollen and pink, seats herself entirely and rocks with urgency. Touya cums first, so hot it almost burns. Keigo cums right after with a shuddering sigh, fucks the both of them through it on bent and trembling thighs. She aches, by the time she’s done. Her clit still throbs in her mound; she ignores it in favor of smattering kisses along the bridge of Touya’s nose and eyelids.
Touya, still down low, begins to suckle at her breast again, eyelids drooped. Keigo lets her, sits with her and pets her pretty head until Touya starts to thicken again inside of her. Touya, then, blinks up at her, flutters her tear-tacky lashes, and Keigo, after pressing a kiss to her sweat-slick, over-hot forehead, begins to rock her hips.