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“The moon really gives the sea a radiant glow, don’t you think?”
Stars sparkled in an overwhelming glitter, competing with the obnoxious glow of the Tres Spades. It was almost like they were saying “fuck you” to Eisuke, challenging him, telling him “we won’t let you excel at this.” It was a noteworthy brilliance that Junko couldn’t ignore, the moon the brightest in that excellence. The rebellion, you could call it, was courageous and a gesture most welcomed. For if he were to be beaten by anything, then pigs were to fly.
And she waited for that day so terribly.
It was also partly because of a sick fantasy, and enjoyment, of and at the fact something held power over him.
“The stars too. They’re most grandiose.” Her voice floated away, the embodiment of white rain lilies carried by the air, as her eyes were captured by the stars. They twinkled with them, for them only.
Lips painted with gloss, wet and pink, they were upturned in a smile. It was small and almost non-existent but nonetheless beautiful. Truthfully, it was a grin more fitting of a child who’d discovered something new. Dandelions which become fairies once you blow on them or that little bug you’ve never seen before. Yet, here she was, a grown woman with a look that blew away the wonders of the most curious brat.
Deciding to ditch all of the many pairs of lingerie, negligee, and whatever else have you, Junko wore one of his shirts. It was slightly too big for her, which was her point, and lavender. The soft colour the opposite of what typically persuaded her. It was thrown on lazily, creased and bunched as it tumbled off her perky shoulders pink and lively, and was liberally buttoned, if at all. Such a decision to ditch half of her wardrobe was made a week or so ago. Eisuke’d awoken, sun a blistering killer, to her having stolen it. The lavender slipping off her arms for the first time as she made breakfast.
The act alone was surprising. Junko seldom cooked. Her old apartment made it obvious that takeaways were on speed dial and cooker retired.
Nevertheless, if the right mood visited her, she’d make something. But only then was it for the sake of himself.
That morning was one of those days, her voice an imitation of a hummingbird as all she wore was his tossed shirt from the night before and a pair of panties.
His blood ran south; her pitch raised, smile narrow and wolf-like.
Since then she’d been nabbing his shirts.
In fact, it was hard to tell whether it was the same shirt from that week ago or a different one she nabbed, it right out of the dryer.
Inching to her, Eisuke planted both knees beside her as he leaned over Junko. The bed dipped, creaked ever so slightly, his shadow over-fallen the girl. Junko, however, did not notice, paid no heed.
And that would not do.
Shoving away part of his shirt, Eisuke began kissing at her shoulder. They were heavy as dark chocolate, the sound of lips leaving her skin with a pop. It a storm in a dry desert. He planted those kisses, again and again, not leaving any mark but not light as a feather either. They painted colours onto her shoulders, blooming a dusted pink with each smooch.
Now, Junko took notice. Back arched subtly, she leaned into his teasing kisses. Concentration stolen from her precious night.
“Su..ki...”she whispered.
“So now you’ve decided to pay attention to me?”
“...You’re even jealous of the night sky? How depraved. You’d fight with a child if it took my attention away from you.”
“It should be on me.”
“Now you’re the child. Demanding my attention lik-hrrk” Promptly, snaking his arm around her, he groped her breast. Shirt wide open, leaving nothing between himself and her body. It was like she was asking for him, begging like a mutt desperate for food. No doubt she was.
His palm, colder than Junko who nested herself in duvets, latched on. Squeezing her breast, massaging it. It was nothing but clay to mold as it made her throb. Cunt aching as she pressed her thighs together.
From over her shoulder, Eisuke could easily watch every little movement of her face. Moving from her breast, he tugged, pulled, twisted on her bud. Her nose scrunched. Breath elevated from the pain. They were sensitive, a slight nudge would bring a fever that drew drool from her mouth pouring. It wasn’t enough to tip her over the edge, of course, it wouldn’t be, but that ever-present persuasions of his fingers left delight.
“You act like a child with how you cheat Suke. Pout like one too.” It was like teasing a lion, so proud and so fierce, and Junko was the mistress of it. The best of the best. What every circus wanted. Come one, Come all to witness the marvel of the lion temptress Ushiromiya.
“It’s like you want to be punished.” He replied, tugging harder, sucking on a particular dip in her neck. One that was quite soft and easy to manipulate. A spot for lavishing and latching onto.
He tugged harder at Junko’s buds, them almost numb. Then, her breath hitched and only shuttered when he let go. It was sudden, like the bang of a gun, and her breast slightly jiggled from the force. Eisuke let out a slight hm, it just as abrupt, as his eyes were trained on its movements, her face, everything. The rabbit ready, accepting of the kill.
The fox licked his lips. Them glistening with moisture.
Then.
In an act not too fitting of its description, he flipped her over. Back touching the lush covers of a promise of purity. Locks dyed a yellow that fit more for a Sukeban than some rich man's arm candy, splayed around her. It her nest, outfit, as it adorned her neck and body.
His shirt teased, hiding the most important parts. Her way of denying.
Junko’s eyes were slightly wide, mouth agape. Hands in weak fists beside her, she stared back at him. Eisuke, you could say was the opposite. He face was overtaken by a smirk, it stitched by confidence and made out of a fabric known as arrogance. His eyes told a story, that outfit its makeup. What he would do to her, what he thought of it, what he felt for her, the sun in its naked beauty. The blazing heat and dazzling brightness to burn her to a crisp.
She was his pray, you could say. He was going to destroy her, you could say. Make it so the only thing that would be escaping Junko’s lips was his name. That all she would want was him and that he could only ever please her.
Complete submission.
Utter dominance.
And that couldn’t happen.
Oh no.
It couldn’t.
Fangs out in a crooked smile-
It was cute, absolutely adorably, seeing Eisuke think he had the upper hand.
Another flip.
The world was upside down.
No.
He was.
The world had remained the same but Eisuke had moved. Changed. Now, that delicate duvet was underneath him. A piece of cloud on earth. And on top of him was a heavyweight like that of a fat cat or cinder blocks. It just above his crotch but so aware of it.
A hum.
There was a hum.
“Luckily for you Ichinomiya, children have to be punished.” Admittedly, mentioning children wasn’t the hottest thing nor was what she said particularly her own style. Yet, it was similar to the words of Ichinomiya, and it was too fun to not borrow them. The way his face looked at her little charade brewing a delicious concoction.
His lips were parted now, ready to unleash frivolous phrases.
Junko rejoined the two lovers, telling them it would be safer to be together. Alone they would only wreak havoc and she couldn’t have that.
She traced her index along his lips then dipped inside. A grin from ear to ear. She toyed with his tongue and when he went to stop her, arm gripping her wrist, her free hand pulled him off. Keeping it far away, her nimble fingers wrapping tightly around Eisuke’s wrist like handcuffs. She would possibly leave a mark, and even if not by her own will then of the cuffs she would sure make use of later. Now however, his arm was spread out to the side like a mock of a crucifixion.
“There we go, finally complying Ichi, hmm? My, my, you do seem to be enjoying it,” his chest was heaving. Fingers inching furthers, toying more fervently. Drool seeping out his mouth, eyes lidded.
Perfect.
And then she lowered herself, kissing the man who lacked stars in his eyes.