disclaimer: disclaimed.
dedication: [REDACTED]
notes: ahahahaha someone kill me
title: this is how i show my love
summary: Syo pressed her fingers up and in, Touko gasped and hated, hated, hated. — Syo/Touko.
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I wonder what people would say about you, if they saw you like this! Ha!
Touko's throat contracted around a sound, one hand clenched tight in the sheets. Skirt rucked up around her hips, knees pressed together, her other hand slotted in between her thighs. She wasn't—this wasn't—"Stop!"
Awwwww, c'mon Gloomy, don't be like that! You like it, right?
"I—I, no, I don't, I—Syo, stop—"
But it feels good, doesn't it? Feels like, mmm, killing. Hot an' wet an' just like it, just like when I'm wrist-deep in—
Touko thrashed the words away, heaving like she'd just been sick. Her braids had come undone, sticky with sweat, loose and loopy across the pillow. She wiped a hand across her mouth (and her fingers were still damp, oh God, she actually was gonna be sick, she was gonna be sick all over the place), and stared at the ceiling until the pounding at the pack of her skull shivered away into emptiness.
Could you be any more boring?
Normally the silences lasted longer, but tonight was dark and cold and Hope's Peak wasn't exactly the most ordinary place in the world. Syo was louder here, and stronger, and Touko—
Touko flipped over, pressed her face down hard into the pillow. Her tongue felt thick in her mouth.
God, I have to do all the work. Say thank you, Gloomy, you're about to see the stars. Only chance you'll get!
Her hips stuttered once, twice.
"Uh—unh—Syo—!"
Syo pressed her fingers up and in, and Touko hated, hated, hated.
fin.