For the insatiable ReisPinkOveralls
May it bring joy to your lovely black heart on your special day.
This is why he didn't drink.
Sober Mamoru was a normal human being. He could function properly (almost) in society. He made pleasant small talk or stood politely in the corner when he had nothing to say. Sober Mamoru knew how to keep his eyes on a face and his hands to himself.
Apparently, Tipsy Mamoru was a different human.
Tipsy Mamoru didn't function at all. Or at least, not with his upstairs brain. He made lewd jokes and suggestive comments. He openly stared at girls' (one specific girl's) chest and ass. Tipsy Mamoru had practically begged to be taken home and fucked.
He didn't ever want to meet Drunk Mamoru.
The cool, night breeze rustled through his hair and worked futilely to sooth his flush as he leaned against the exterior brick wall of the arcade. His left cheek (and not the one on his face) was still tingling where her hand had smacked him, and both cheeks (on his face) were red and burning from the experience of being frisked by one very sexy Officer Tsukino. The hammering in his chest was forcing adrenaline through his body and the alcohol was quickly evaporating from his system.
Meanwhile, Officer Tsukino was finishing her second who-knows-whats-in-it drink of the night, and getting rather well acquainted with Tipsy Usagi.
Tipsy Usagi loved to dance. She was confident in her skin. She loved the boys (one boy) and the attention they (he) gave her tonight. And, as unexpected as it was, she was discovering that Tipsy Usagi absolutely loved dominating Mamoru.
So much, in fact, that the image of him pressed against the wall under her arm was still tickling her mind and making it impossible to concentrate on the guy currently dancing opposite her. It had always been Mamoru that teased her relentlessly, that won every argument, that loomed over her with his big, intimidating body. The fact that she could make him squirm was…titillating. The alcohol in her blood was making her skin feel hot and the air thick, pressing down on her and driving her toward the exit. She needed some air.
When she stepped out onto the sidewalk and found Mamoru hunched against the wall there, she learned something else about Tipsy Usagi:
Tipsy Usagi was brave.
"I thought I told you to move along and be a good boy."
Mamoru's spine snapped to attention at the sound of her voice and his head slowly turned toward her. He made eye contact and held it, still clutching the wall for emotional support. This absolute vixen had followed him out here for another scolding. Which he deserved. Embarrassment twisted in his gut and he struggled to compose an apology, his tongue drunk with shame.
Usagi looped her thumb through her hand cuffs and took two steps towards him, her hips swaying perhaps a little too exaggeratedly as she did, but by some miracle kept her balance.
"Loitering is a class one misdemeanor, you know." Hands on her hips. "Someone really ought to teach you a lesson."
He blinked furiously. Was this really happening? Was sweet, little Odango-Atama hitting on him? It couldn't be. It was just the alcohol-right? He was a brainless statue, his face stupid and his mouth mute.
She was moving ever closer, her lips now grazing his ear as she whispered mischievously, "You certainly are a naughty boy, aren't you?"
Mamoru was eternally grateful for the wall supporting his weight, seeing as how he could no longer feel his legs. He was done for.
"I have half a mind to cuff you and take you downtown-right now."
Despite the wall, Mamoru stumbled. His knees buckled and it took all of what little strength he had left to right himself. Air had ceased to flow through his lungs and the world was spinning. There was a lump in his throat that he was pretty sure was his unbeating heart. He definitely hadn't had that much to drink. He was intoxicated with something else.
Usagi was pleased with herself. Seeing him react so strongly to her words was empowering, exciting. The warmth in her cheeks was working its way through her body, stretching out to her toes and fingertips, pulsating deep in her core, and egging her on.
"Take me to your apartment, Mamoru."
She had expected to feel instant regret when the words jumped from her lips. Instead, it was quite the opposite. A thrill rushed through her, like something vibrating against her spine from the inside, and she swelled with pride. Mamoru's jaw, practically dragging on the sidewalk, was reason enough to be proud. But it was when he clutched her hand and took off running, Usagi straining to keep up, that she truly surged with glee.
Usagi's giggles floated up to the stars as the pair sprinted the few short blocks to Mamoru's apartment. Each pump of her legs drove the mystery beverages from the party out of her limbs and her senses were slowly returning, reality settling into her bones. This years-long game of cat and mouse was about to end. And, to her utter shock and delight, she was playing the cat tonight.
The moment the elevator doors closed behind them, Usagi sprang. She lunged at Mamoru, connecting their lips for the very first time. He collided with the wall and she pressed her entire body against him. She was everywhere. Fingers in his hair, lips crushed to his, breasts slammed into his chest and one leg wrapped around his hip. This was definitely not the timid, tender first kiss with Usagi that he had always imagined, but he was more than happy to be under her control. He let her lead, tasting the grenadine and vodka that lingered on her tongue when she ventured into his mouth. Then he mimicked her boldness, grabbing handfuls of her ass and eliciting a little squeal from the blonde.
But she immediately retreated and for a split second, he wondered if he had read this situation completely wrong.
"You are a bad boy," she chided, a tantalizing smirk tugging up one corner of her mouth. She gripped his jaw so tightly that his lips puckered against her fingers. "I might just have to-"
The ding of the elevator conjured miles of space between them. As the door opened, Mamoru peered out through the opening and looked around sheepishly.
"The coast is clear."
It was the first thing he had said to her since fleeing the arcade and the reappearance of his handsome smile returned the previously extinguished magic. He held his hand out to her and waited. Waited for her to sign off on their unspoken agreement to change the nature of their relationship. She was smitten, always had been, and took his hand eagerly.
Mamoru couldn't unlock his door fast enough. The keys jingled in his fingers as he fumbled and eventually let his female guest enter his home for the first time. Should he offer her a drink? Did she want to sit around and chat first? How did normal people do this kind of thing?
"So…" he cleared his throat. "Do you, uh…"
"I suggest you keep your mouth shut."
He paused. Blinked.
"So you don't-I mean, we're not-"
Usagi cupped one hand around her mouth and whispered, "I'm trying to stay in character." Winked. "I'm going to take you back to intake and do a more thorough body search."
Usagi took hold of Mamoru's hand and he followed, obedient, as she led him confidently toward the linen closet.
"Oh," she mumbled. "Where, uh…"
"This way."
It was his turn again to lead her through his bedroom door. The room was dark and quiet, the only sounds to be heard coming from the city below and the drum solo beating aggressively in his chest. It was so loud, he was almost certain she could hear it, too. Before he could switch on the lights, Usagi found his wrists and gathered them behind his back. Her lips were at his ear again and he shivered.
"Is it ok if I…?"
"Yes, yes, please do." He practically choked on the words as they raced out, his heart stubbornly out of its place again.
She swallowed down the lump in her own throat. Her liquid courage was quickly fading, but Mamoru's eagerness was encouraging. Drawing in a steadying breath, she took her keyless handcuffs from her belt loop and fastened them around his weirdly sexy wrists. They snapped into place and the sound tugged at something behind her navel. This was really happening.
"On your back, soldier."
"Soldier?"
"I don't know, I'm improvising here!"
She gave him one hard shove toward the bed and he stumbled slightly before falling onto his back on the mattress, his arms trapped beneath him and his long legs hanging a bit awkwardly off the bed. The sight of his dream girl advancing on him with those hungry eyes, licking her lips, her skin playing peekaboo with him from beneath her shirt… It was almost too much. He wasn't sure he was going to be able to make it last. That is, if his traveling heart didn't explode out of his eyeballs before they even started.
Usagi climbed on top of him, one delicious leg on either side of his hips, pressing into the hard bulge in his jeans. She was warm and captivating. Long curtains of moonlit hair shimmered as they fell around his head, her lips inching towards his once again. He was undeniably entranced, putty in her hands. Her lips explored his jaw, traveling down his neck and raising goosebumps along his skin. His breath hitched in his throat when she nipped at his earlobe with her teeth, and the movement caused him to jerk, and then the cuffs were digging into his wrists and his back and the magic was fading again.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I-"
"No, no it's fine, I just-"
"Are you oka-"
"Yes, yes. No, it's just-"
In an instant, she was gone. Usagi sat on the bed beside Mamoru's wriggling body, her legs folded neatly under herself. He was struggling to sit up on his own, but she didn't dare touch him again. Instead, she watched him with wide eyes and red cheeks, humiliation rapidly replacing her lust.
Eventually, he sat up and, holding his bound hands out to her, he asked, "I'm so sorry, Usagi, but do you mind taking these off?"
"Oh, right, of course."
The play cuffs snapped off easily and in the same moment, Mamoru's hands were on her face with gentle urgency, begging her to look at him.
"Usako."
A wetness began to gather in her eyelashes. It was a much sweeter nickname than the one he had previously given her. A beautiful, romantic grown up nickname to replace the childhood one. After a few furious blinks, she finally looked up into those impossibly deep eyes.
"I want to do this with you. I do-"
"You do?"
"Yes. But! Can we… can we just go back to you and me for a minute?"
There was an unfamiliar kindness in his eyes and a fluttering deep in her chest.
"Yes," she breathed.
And then he kissed her. This kiss was different. It was slow and sweet. Comfortable and familiar. Mamoru's lips molded to her own as his hands slid up into her hair. His timid fingers found their way to her buns and he broke the kiss.
"Is it okay if I take these down?"
She nodded and gripped his shirt, tugging his mouth back down to hers. He tasted wonderful. Like cherries and booze, like flannel pajamas by the fireplace, like sleeping in and Sunday morning cuddles and belonging. She shivered with pleasure as her hair came loose and fell around her shoulders.
"You are beautiful, Usako."
He kissed her forehead, her cheek, her jaw, and then laid her back on the bed before working his way down her neck, finding just that right spot to suck and nip. She mewled beneath him, warmth and wet beginning to gather between her legs. He kept kissing. Her collar bone, the swell above her breasts. He unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her pink lace bra, and spread his fingers out across her flat stomach.
"Absolutely stunning," he murmured into her flesh.
Almost frantic, Usagi tugged his own shirt off of his body and tossed it to the floor. Her tiny fingers traced the muscles of his chest, down his abdomen, down, down. Her breathing quickened and his jeans felt even tighter than before as he watched the rapid rising and falling of her breast. She was a goddess and he wanted to worship her.
He brought his face low, right to the button of her shorts, and paused, glancing up at her with a cocked eyebrow, awaiting her permission. She nodded, desperate. With torturous slowness, he undid the button and then the zipper, tugged her shorts all the way down her lithe legs before discarding them altogether. Hooking both thumbs under the strings of her underwear, he removed those, too. She was breathing hard and he was taking his time and it was making her crazy.
Suddenly, her hands were knotted in his hair and she pulled his face down to her slick core. He chuckled in surprise and pleasure, happy to see she was still in charge despite the change of character. He ran his tongue along her folds, exploring every inch of her, and noting which spots she reacted to. A loud moan ripped from her chest and she directed him slightly upwards with a tug to the hair. So that was where she wanted him. His tongue circled her clit, slowly at first and then with building speed as she bucked beneath him. This was even better than he had pictured it. Something about Usagi being in charge, giving him orders, directing the show, was thrilling for him. This way, with her showing him exactly what she liked and him happy to obey, it took no time at all. He sucked on her lightly and within just a few seconds, Usagi was shaking, thighs clamping on either side of his head when she came. He continued to lick, long and slow, as she rode out her orgasm.
"Oh my god, Mamo-chan," she panted.
He smirked, glad to have been of service. But he had no time to bask in her glow because almost immediately she was up. She shrugged off her shirt and unhooked her bra before shoving him back down to the bed.
"Hold still," she commanded.
He complied. She unfastened his belt as quickly as her trembling fingers would allow and then ripped off his jeans and underwear in one motion. His erection sprang free and the sight of his full length clenched her stomach with desire. She was nowhere near finished with him. How long had she fantasized about this moment? How many nights had she touched herself under her sheets imagining all the wonderfully terrible things she wanted to do to him?
Usagi hovered over him. She ran her tongue along the underside of him, up the length of his cock, swirling around his head. He bucked once and grunted.
"Do you like that?"
"Yes."
"Good."
She continued her work, taking him into her mouth and pumping up and down, feeling him twitch inside of her. She kept with the pattern. Up and down, swirl around, occasionally grazing with her teeth.
"Fuck, Usako. I'm going to come if you keep doing that." He wrapped her endless hair around one of his hands.
Her mouth popped off him with a wet smack.
"No." She was shaking her head as she stared him down. "You can't come until I say so."
His pupils flared and he growled.
"Now, are you going to be a good boy and keep your hands to yourself, or do I need to cuff you again?"
Mamoru released her hair and fisted the sheets beneath him. She was climbing on top of him now, confident and sensuous, holding his eye contact as she perched herself above him. Her glorious breasts were only inches from his face and it took all of his willpower not to touch them. Not to grab her hips and bring her crashing down onto him. He gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the sheets.
"I'll be good."
Her tongue danced across his lower lip and he gasped.
"Promise me you'll be a good boy if you want to get fucked."
"I promise. I promise I'll be a good boy if you fuck me."
She giggled mercilessly above him and it drove him absolutely wild. It was humiliating in the best way.
"Please," he begged. "Please fuck me, Usako."
And then she did it. She brought her core down on his cock and it was the most amazing feeling. She was wet and warm and tight around him and he had to bite his lip to control himself.
"Fuck, Mamo-chan," she sighed, taking a moment to let herself expand around his length.
And then she was riding him. Up and down, up and down, swirling her hips. Her breasts bounced as she did and he wanted so desperately to take a nipple into his mouth, to taste every inch of her and grab her perfect ass again like he had in the elevator. But he was being a good boy. He had to ask permission.
"Please. Please, can I touch you?"
"Not yet."
She was incredible. She was powerful and sexy and so absolutely fucking perfect. He was losing his mind. And beginning to lose control.
"Usako, please-"
She wrenched his hands away from the sheets and put one on her breast and brought the other to her clit, pressing his thumb against her. She held his hand as it kneaded her breast and began to ride him faster. He was quickly losing control. But he couldn't let go until she allowed it.
"Usako, I'm going to-"
"Come for me, Mamo-chan."
And that did it. He slipped over the edge and released into her, his orgasm so powerful that it clouded his vision. He only knew she had let go with him because she cried out his name and her walls pulsed around his cock. They moved easily together, both floating down from their highs, and then she fell against his chest, breathing heavily.
She was beaming stupidly, but so was he. She nuzzled into his neck while he fingered gentle patterns on her ribs. This had turned out even better than expected. But what did it mean? Tipsy Usagi was long gone and it was Sober Usagi now laying on Mamoru. Was he still drunk? Should she have asked him that before they had sex? Were they a couple now or was this just a party hookup?
The caress of his fingers came to a sudden stop.
"Oh, shit, Usako. I'm so sorry. We didn't use a condom."
That's what he was thinking about? At a time like this?
"It's fine, I'm on the pill."
He sighed with relief. "Oh good. I was feeling like a total dick for taking advantage."
She laughed. A big, belly laugh.
"You think you took advantage of me?"
She pulled away enough to look at his face. His beautiful face that was pink with embarrassment and the flush of sex. His obsidian hair was disheveled and charming and she completely loved him looking like a normal human and not the perfect, emotionless man she was used to seeing. He bit his lip and her heart did a jig.
He started rambling "Well, yes. I mean, I had thought about this a lot, you know? Where I would take you on our first date. How I would kiss you for the first time, date you for six months before I even tried to feel you up. Wait at least a year before I tried to have sex with you and-"
"You thought about this before?"
Her voice was small but her heartbeat was booming as she searched his eyes.
"Of course, I did. I guess I just never thought you would say yes."
The stupid smile stretched over her face again but he didn't see it. She was back in the crook of his neck. Mamoru ran his hands soothingly over the golden hair he had longed to touch since the first day he saw her. How badly had he ruined things?
"Are you okay?" he whispered.
"More than okay."
His heart leapt against her hand.
"Then… Can I ask if you want to have dinner with me tomorrow?"
Her head snapped up, the oceans of her eyes drawing him in.
"But what about breakfast?"
"Breakfast?" He blinked. "You mean you want to stay?"
This was real. It was going to continue being real.
"Of course I do." She sat up and fisted his hair, jerking his head to the side and lowering her lips to his ear once more, her other hand reaching for her cuffs. "But only if you call me Officer Tsukino."