"Izumi, Izumi no, we can't do this here!"Hikaru moaned as Izumi Kido attacked her neck, while they were in the dressing room for one of their new photo shoots together. Both were becoming more popular, and they were always in demand meaning that they never got enough "personal time"
Izumi turned and locked the door, and turned out the lights so no one would know they were there. The setting sun was coming through the window and he looked at his prize, his prey, his lover. Hikaru was dressed in street clothes- designer jeans that hugged those hips and thighs like a second skin, a sequined bubble top that slipped slightly off one shoulder, black heeled boots. Her hair now was longer, just below her shoulder blades, layered and cut very flatteringly. Around her left ring finger was a Christmas present from Izumi, a small Tiffany ring set with aquamarine, easily missed if you weren't looking at it. The ring was just a "cheap" place holder for the ring on the middle finger of her left hand, that ring was to be her engagement ring ( a purple pink diamond in a Tiffany's Legend setting with a white diamond pave.)
Izumi smiled when he saw the sun glinting off of the purplish diamond, her hand on her chest. Her perfect breasts moving with her breath. "Hikaru. You are now going to be mine." He pounced on her, pulling her into his arms and then pulling them down to the floor. He started to kiss her neck again, being sure to leave a dark mark there showing his possessiveness of his girl. He slipped his hands under her shirt finding that lacy bra underneath. Izumi unclipped it and pulled it out from under her shirt. Lacy and dark purple. He smirked.
"Let's see if you are a matching type of girl" Izumi murmured into Hikaru's collarbone. He pulled off her shirt, and then kissed his way down to her jean tops. Hikaru giggled and took off her boots and shimmied out of her jeans for him. She wasn't a matching type of girl. She was the type of girl who went without.
Izumi hardened as he watched her lie down again, with her legs spread just for him, the delicate layers dripping with want. Izumi looked at her face once, and then dove into the sweet damp, licking and nipping and biting, kissing and sucking. Hikaru moaned as he worked his magic on her. Izumi slipped out of the skirt he was wearing and the shorts underneath.
He moved back up to her mouth as Hikaru tried to pull off his shirt and fake bra. He fingered her until she came, squirting and squishing all over his fingers. Hikaru reached down and started stroking him in time to his fingers in her.
"Hikaru, ha…ahh stop. I won't be able to hold ahhh" Izumi moaned and gasped as she ignored him. His opalescent cum spurted out in a stream onto the carpet and their clothes. Izumi finished her off again and then rolled to the side, gasping for air.
"You know Hikaru, we got our clothes all dirty."
"Yeah,"
"We should borrow some from here. No one will notice, clothes go missing from shoots all the time."
Hikaru just nodded in agreement as she tried to catch her breath.
Later after they had cleaned up their mess, changed clothes and were back at their dormintory, Hikaru started to giggle hysterically. Izumi gave her a weird look.
"Ok, I couldn't say this in front of Yasukuni, but listen. They need to change the name of that room."
Izumi gave her another look, "Why?"
"It WAS the green room, but after what you did on the floor, it needs to be called the white room!"
