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Kisuke's attention is fully on her now except she's not being teased. Kisuke appears willing to do whatever she requests, whatever she demands. Yuzu gives his shoulders a squeeze and nods her approval.
"Don't bother with slowing down this time," she orders. "I intend on finishing — here?"
He smirks but continues with the long slow strokes. "What's the matter? Have you forgotten what the name for this is?"
Well, she's just began referring to the penis as a cock. Legs haven't changed that much even when he thrusts his upward. Yuzu's grip on his shoulders tightens, panic seizing her chest as shes jostled.
"I remember the name," she says. "I am just overwhelmed with these new sensations."
Kisuke's smirk disappears and she's aware how much her fingers burn from gripping his shoulders. Her arousal bubbles down with the pain. Kisuke's smugness and excitement have been replaced with a new curious expression.
"You're not ready for this much," he murmurs, reaching up with his free hand to push her bangs away from her forehead. "I've no problems with slowing things down."
Arguing how she's definitely prepared seems the most logical. What other purposes do his questions, come-ons, and even purchasing inappropriate gifts have other than hurried seduction? Yuzu's stomach clenches, uncertain now as she tries to decipher his facial expression. Gone is the warm coil growing tighter and tighter in preparation for its finale. Her thighs have lost the tingling sensation and are becoming sore. Her knees ache from having crashed onto the ground. Kisuke's hand drops down to her hip with a careful squeeze.
"I appreciate the eagerness, but you should get dressed." Kisuke pushes her from his leg, ignoring the stain on his pants. "Don't worry about stashing the vibrator. Everyone else here has a full schedule and won't be coming into this room for anything. I have a spot for it."
Yuzu nods, numb, and reaches for her forgotten panties and skirt. Pajamas would be much better than returning to her uniform, especially when he exits the room, leaving her alone with aches and that obnoxiously pink vibrator sitting in the corner. There should be somewhere she can stash the vibrator. Kisuke has promised no one will discover it but she knows better coming from a home with such a nosy father and older siblings. For now, it goes into the corner. It might not camouflage with the items in here, but it gives her some reassurance until Kisuke begins calling her.
"Tessai usually manages everything to do with the kitchen." Kisuke gestures toward the mismatched cups. "Mismatched cups are okay, right? I can search for something else but Jinta organized things which mean things are scattered around. "Is there any allergies or food preferences I should know about? Again, Tessai tracks those things…"
"Mismatched things are fine," she promises. "I don't have any known food allergies."
Kisuke nods and overfills their mugs. Sitting down is the expectation, but watching him search open and close cupboards, mumbling under his breath is not productive toward calming her down. Boxes with expiration dates circled and mold creeping through the plastic begin stacking up on the counter. Yuzu sighs and joins him at the counter, rising up on her tiptoes to join him in the search. Her work is quicker and much more efficient than his with expired and spoiled food going directly into the garbage rather than resting on the counter.
"I've been working in the wrong areas," she grumbles. "Even Ichigo does a monthly deep clean in the house enough to prevent expired food piles. Tessai should've noticed this sooner, right?"
"Tessai manages his chores in the house and work as much as he can." He pushes his growing pile into the garbage. "I should be able to manage my own chores without assistance or constant reminders by others. I usually manage things, but my mind will shortcircuit and prevent things from being done."
Her father, brother, and sister were frequent complainers regarding their mental shortcircuiting. Karen would do excessive exercise until she was forced to give in and rest. Ichigo, an insomniac would deep clean the house how he saw fit. Her father would sit up with patients until someone forced him to go to bed.
"I've started preparing meals during the weekends." Yuzu wipes the dust from a box. "I know where my family's meals are coming from and am reassured that everyone will be eating rather than skipping meals. I can't skip the preparation otherwise my brain quits working. Does that make sense?"
Kisuke joins her in wiping the dust away. "Yeah, it makes sense."
Yuzu extends her pinky finger, almost but not quite touching his hand. "I have other tips should you be interested. I don't mean to imply that you aren't managing…"
"I'll take them."
Their pinkies link together.