A/N: Surprise Girls und Panzer fic~ Wasn't planning on this originally, but went with it regardless, good way to get back into the swing of things. I think my wording with this fic was better than the norm, too~
That said, do enjoy~
Let's Make This Night Memorable
It had been quite some time since Darjeeling was in Yokohama.
It was... profoundly nostalgic, if she was to put a word to it. To walk the streets she had so many times before, to see the stores she both knew and not, to even glimpse a few old faces among the store workers; adults when she was young and gaining greyer hair now.
In truth she'd wanted to come visit her home-town much sooner, but school being what it was she'd never really had the chance – even when she had vacations and breaks she evaded the city in favour of spending time with her crewmates, often visiting their homes instead. Initially it was planned that they'd cycle around, but due to some family stuff with the others that had gone to pot pretty quickly, not that she minded. It was a small price to pay for her friend's benefit, and her own family would visit her later anyway, so it's not as if she was deprived of the same familial love that they were.
That said, it was always a quiet shame when she wasn't able to visit Yokohama itself. The city where she'd spent a large portion of her childhood growing up, it held a special place in her heart – the city streets, the architecture, the fanfare over some local shops winning prizes for best culinary this or the best décor that – it was the little things that made Yokohama special, and she treasured them dearly.
'...hah, if only the others were here to see this.' Darjeeling thought morosely.
It was a shame indeed, but it couldn't be helped – all of them had unique family issues that required immediate attention. Orange Pekoe had a grandfather with a persistent illness that might take him any day now, Assam's cousin was getting married and Rosehip was invited to a family gathering where some long-lost relatives would be present. As such, she couldn't expect any of them to come with her given the importance of their own affairs.
Still, she wouldn't let their absence weigh on her. Though a shame it was it was one she bore; a little smile working its way onto Darjeeling's visage as she merrily meandered down Yokohama's familiar streets. It was still early afternoon but the angle of the sun was blocked by the buildings on her right, providing some ever-desired shade, though with it being winter the temperature was suitably mild regardless.
'Hm... I wonder if- oh!'
Darjeeling was shaken from her thoughts as she walked right into somebody. She stumbled but didn't fall, a reflexive apology passing her lips and earning one in return from the stranger – but there was something oddly familiar about the man's voice that caught her attention.
Looking up she found a young man around her age stood before her, equally as flustered from running into her but with a growing confusion in his eyes, as if he felt the same sense of familiarity that she did. His hair was black and his body was well-built, visibly fit even through the white shirt and black jacket he was wearing over it, giving him an almost rebellious aesthetic. It was that aesthetic, alongside the tight jeans, that triggered an old memory of hers. One of playing with a boy she fancied when she was young, of asking that same boy out – and of later, when she was due to head out on St. Gloria, regretfully parting ways with him.
Her first male friend, and also first boyfriend.
''Shū?'' Darjeeling inquired with surprise, eyes wide.
An expression mirrored by the dark-haired youth too. ''D-Darj? That you?''
His voice was much deeper than she last remembered but the rebellious attitude remained; the realisation coaxing a light laugh out of the blonde. ''I didn't expect to run into you here. It's been so long!''
''Same.'' Though he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets his expression remained bright. ''You still going to St. Gloria?''
''Mm, I just had a couple of days off so I thought I'd come back and visit. Been meaning to for some time now but, well, time sort of escaped me.'' Darjeeling confessed with a sheepish giggle, earning a light chuckle in return. ''Really though, it's nice to run into you again. I hope you've not gotten into trouble while I was gone?''
''Yeesh, you sound like my mother.'' He grumbled. ''But yeah, I've not joined the yakuza if that's what you're thinking. Did a stint with a biker gang though... but turns out they were more law-abiding than I thought, so I quit.''
''Tsk tsk, you should've stayed. At least they'd have kept you in line.'' Darjeeling waggled a finger playfully, giggling at his scowl.
One that didn't last more than a few seconds, his expression seeming to lighten reflexively at the sight of her. ''How long you in town for?''
''Not long.'' She admitted, a touch regretful. ''No later than tomorrow night – the ship will be leaving port soon, and I'd hate to have to catch up with it at sea.''
Shū seemed disappointed at that and she could commiserate – she wanted to spend more time in Yokohama too. Preferably a week, but with the next school year coming up shortly she wouldn't get a chance. Ideally if everything went to plan she might have time in April, but if her comrades had more familial troubles that required her to take over their duties, then that might well not come to fruition either.
Still, one could hope.
''How 'bout I show you around then?'' Shū offered, looking aside. ''Like old times.''
The 'old times' remark brought a light flush to her cheeks, vividly recalling their past interactions – the hand-holding during a date, the laying about on a hill after school, the teasing him over his rebel phase that turned into more of an identity than a phase... and of course, their first kiss. It was a memory she treasured even if it didn't live freely in her mind all the time; the slow handhold, the closing of their lips, the way he stroked her back during it... it was embarrassingly romantic, especially for a pair of star-crossed lovers.
Nonetheless that was in the past... for the most part. She wouldn't deny that Shū had grown to be quite handsome, and she hoped he thought she wasn't too bad looking as she was now – but she banished such thoughts. Rekindling an old romance shouldn't be in the cards, especially with her leaving within two days. Long distance relationships were hard enough as they were; throw in school work, and it'd be nigh-impossible.
Or so she told herself, at least.
''I think that would be lovely.'' Darjeeling gracefully assented, smiling warmly at the taller boy. ''Lead the way, Shū-kun~''
The blush she got in return left her giggling, as did his mumbled 'follow me'.
X-x-X
Though Yokohama was a bit too big to see in its entirety, the outskirts were a bit more sparse, allowing them to soak it all in without being overwhelmed by the crowds that flocked through the city centre.
She grew up here in the outer segments of the vast network of roads and houses – not rural, but not in the middle of the city either. The sort of place where there was frequent patches of greenery amidst the city streets and urban housing, where hills were green with roads on all sides, only a sparse smattering of trees and shrubbery present. Hardly a verdant paradise, but still plenty pretty for those in need of some lushness in their life.
Shū was kind enough to take her to all their old spots. The hill where they lounged about after school, the park where they hung out, the shops they used to buy tea and snacks at, even their old school, though they couldn't enter it freely understandably. In a way their tour was almost like a miniature date – not that she said that aloud – but it was oddly charming, like opening a scrapbook and revisiting old memories in order from oldest to newest.
By the time their trip neared its end it was already dinner-time, necessitating a light dinner at a noodle stand – hardly gourmet, but plenty filling – and a stroll around town, the city outskirts gradually dimming as the street-lights flickered on, illuminating their way.
Along with a building up a steep hill, one she vaguely recalled but never visited. An onsen-inn.
''Why don't we spend the night there? My treat.'' Darjeeling had offered.
Though initially skeptical Shū came around to the idea quickly enough, and with his hummed agreement they ascended the steep hill – traversing the stone brick steps up to the quaint inn at the very top. It was easily centuries old in design, the age of the wood and surrounding greenery telling that it might very well be, and when they ventured inside the grey-haired receptionist greeted them in a traditional kimono and spoke with a strong local accent, handing over their room key, two blue yukatas and giving a little brochure of what the inn offered.
''Huh, didn't know they did breakfast here...''
Darjeeling tittered at Shū's surprised visage, her eyes ahead as she carried her bag of purchased goodies towards their room. The sliding shoji door came into view and she stepped aside, giving Shū the room to slot the key in and open it up – the satisfying smack of the thin wood nostalgic of days gone by, when she would visit an onsen in Osaka with her family. She chased away such thoughts though, not allowing herself to be caught up in memories.
Meandering inside she swept her gaze around the room, finding it quite small but cosily so. Two futons were neatly arranged off to the right whilst to the left laid a kotatsu, a bowl of yuzu and other fruits present upon it with a knife for cutting off the skin or chopping them up if need be. Couple that with the warm beige aesthetic and welcoming temperature and she could just lay down and doze right about now.
But of course they didn't come here just for the beds; they came here for the onsen itself.
''Hey uh...'' Shū suddenly piped up, the young man shedding his jacket and hanging it up. ''I just realised something.''
''Mm? What's that?'' Darjeeling inquired as she slipped into the bathroom, keeping the door slightly ajar so they could talk and undressing.
''...this is a mixed bath onsen.''
'Oh.' A light pink flush coloured Darjeeling's cheeks, her motions slowing.
A brief silence fell over them, the awkwardness threatening to kill the levity they shared before – so she quickly responded; ''Well that's not a problem is it? Or are you afraid of seeing a little bit of skin, hm~?''
Her tease worked, riling him up. ''O-Of course not! I just, y'know, wanted to know in case it made you uncomfortable.''
''Hmhm, well thank you for being so considerate.'' Darjeeling teased daintily, reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra. ''I think it's about time you get changed too, hm? Or are you planning on leaving all your clothes in the changing room?''
A grumble was her answer but she soon heard cloth be shuffled about. With a little smile Darjeeling continued stripping too; her underwear coming off and neatly folded by the sink before she slipped her newfound yukata on, the fabric thin and pleasant against her bare skin. The fact she wasn't wearing any underwear left her cheeks warm, but she quenched it easily enough; the yukata was plenty conservative. Though due to her bust size, it showed a bit more cleavage than she'd like.
A fact made apparent when she slipped out of the bathroom at Shū's call, her ex's eyes drawn down to her bust. It was a quick glance, little more than a momentary thing before he looked aside, but it left her cheeks warm all the same. Though she wouldn't deny the spark of pride, knowing he was looking at her in such a way despite all the time that had passed.
''Now if you're quite done, shall we go?'' She merrily inquired.
With a grumbled agreement Shū complied, leading the way as the pair of them departed their new room.
It was just a short walk across the inn to the changing rooms, the pair parting ways into their respective rooms. Shū for his part was in no rush to get out into the water, enticing as its warmth may be at this time of year – the young man languidly stripping off his yukata almost as quickly as he'd put it on. Maybe it was just his build, but it was a bit tight on the shoulders, if he did say so himself. Probably why he tossed it so messily onto the shelf.
Not that there was anyone around to scold him over it anyway – the changing rooms were still aside from his own movements, and judging by the lack of noise throughout the inn itself he was willing to bet that most of the rooms were currently empty. Not surprising, really; he'd never really thought of coming to an onsen-inn until now, and that was only due to Darjeeling's suggestion. He doubted many others intended to visit at this time of year beyond some older folks, most of whom would probably either be in bed by now or out at dinner still.
Shaking off such a thought the dark-haired youth meandered over to the shower and rinsed himself off, cleaning himself before plucking a fresh towel out of the stack and winding it around his waist, fitting it comfortably to his hips. With that in mind he made his way over to the door and slid it open, instantly graced by a gust of warm humid air as he basked in the view of the hot springs.
It was quaint, just a small squared off section, but it was attractive – various ornate lights along the bamboo wall illuminating the grey rocks that surrounded the pool itself; a pool so hot steam emanated from it. Slowly he approached, his feet padding across the smooth stone flooring until he reached the edge. He glanced about before reluctantly untying his towel and letting it fall off; leaving it on the edge as he sunk down into the water, no towel or anything to preserve his modesty. It was embarrassing... but, oddly soothing too.
Such calm was short-lived, however, as he heard the distinct clack of a shoji door opening – the one leading to the female changing rooms. He tensed and kept his eyes ahead, his cheeks warmed as he wondered what Darjeeling would look like in a towel... and soon enough, he couldn't resist a peek.
Alas she wasn't wrapped up in a towel as he had hoped, but still dressed in her blue yukata. However unlike before her hair was down, letting those golden locks flow over her shoulders and down her back, giving her much more gentle appearance than she did normally. He also couldn't help but take note of the littler details too; the slight bit of cleavage shown when she bent forwards, adjusting the folded towel over her left arm. The beads of water running down her shoulders and under the cloth, his mind vividly envisioning how it travelled down the swell of her breast. The gentle heave of-
He was thinking about her chest more than anything else, admittedly.
''Mm? That's quite the intense stare there, Shū-kun~''
The dark-haired youth scowled and looked away, stubbornly refusing to acknowledge the blush on his cheeks. ''Shut it.''
''My, that's impolite~'' Darjeeling teased back – her musical voice joined by the subtle hiss of cloth, the material parting and easing down her extended arms.
Shū turned and made to gripe some more, to maybe throw a barb or two – but any such efforts dissipated as he stared at Darjeeling, her breasts barely covered... before with another, swifter hiss, her yukata slid down her arms. Her fingers curled but the yukata's motion was inevitable, dripping off of her fingertips and tugging them down with it, leaving nothing to halt it – and in turn leaving nothing to cover Darjeeling's beautiful form, one leg before the other and her cheeks a fair pink, yet her smile decidedly pleased.
With a confidence that could only be envied the blonde beauty strode towards him, dropping her neatly-folded towel down by the onsen's edge before easing down into the water herself – a relieved, and perhaps a touch erotic sigh escaping her as she sunk into the warm water. Naturally though, while the water was steamy and opaque, there was no ignoring how easily he could make her figure out through the water. Not least because her large, perky breasts were partially above water, her nipples barely hidden by the lapping liquid whilst her legs crossed over one another.
''Wow that uh...'' Shū struggled for words. ''Pretty bold of you, gotta admit...''
''Tankery requires boldness.'' Darjeeling replied prim and proper, though a little smile curled at her lips. ''Though since we're going to be naked together, I thought there'd be no issue just getting it out of the way first and foremost.''
Shū swallowed, wanting to agree, but there was something so erotic about how she'd undressed that refused to leave his mind. The drip of her yukata, the revelation of flesh, the curves that he'd envisioned but never seen unclothed – it got his blood rushing south. He raised his right leg to hide it, reclining into the stone behind him to feign it, but he caught Darjeeling's eyes glance south for a split second.
''See something you like?'' He sniped with a cocksure smirk.
Darjeeling glanced aside, her smile small but unfading. ''Perhaps.''
No further words were said. They lapsed into a comfortable sort of silence little by little, and for a moment Shū could trick himself into thinking the past two minutes hadn't been a thing – that she hadn't practically stripped naked right in front of him. Had it been to get a rise out of him, to make him a blushing mess like when they were young? Though they'd dated they'd never gone very far before she left. Sure they kissed, but intimacy-wise the most they'd done is that she'd given him a handjob and he'd awkwardly fingered her through her underwear. Hardly the height of rhapsody.
Just thinking about that old memory though was stirring his loins once more, and his leg was starting to ache from being raised at such a steep angle. He shifted, doing it subtly as he could, but of course with just the pair of them in the onsen it was hard to not notice.
''I've missed this. Spending time with you, that is.'' Darjeeling suddenly spoke, caught him off-guard. ''I've been so caught up with things in St. Gloria and with my teammates that I never had the chance to slow down and appreciate Yokohama again.''
''Hmph.'' Shū shifted, feigning disinterest. ''Guess you should come visit more often then.''
''I wish I could. Perhaps I will from now on, even.'' Darjeeling looked over at him. ''...though, I'll only be here for another day before leaving. I won't be back until around April at the earliest.''
Although he'd come to know that over the course of their day together, he still felt the lash of regret – regret that he couldn't follow her, nor make her stay. Starting a relationship wasn't in the cards, and while some part of him rationalised that maybe they could do it long-distance, he suspected she wasn't interested in it. He couldn't blame her; long-distance stuff was hard, from everything he'd heard. However...
''Well...'' He shuffled over slightly, bringing them closer. ''Why don't we... make some memories? Like old times?''
Darjeeling didn't answer immediately, and internally he cringed, wondering if he'd just killed the mood... but to his utmost relief when Darjeeling looked his way there was a teasing smile upon her lips.
''I was wondering if you'd ever ask that.'' Darjeeling reclined, fully aware that her bust came above the water level with the motion. ''As for my answer... I think that's quite obvious, no?''
A shiver of excitement raced up his spine and he uttered an agreement, daring to wind an arm around the small of Darjeeling's back. The blonde cooed softly and leaned in, the distance between them null – before at last their lips connected in a kiss. It was a slow thing yet ever so familiar from their younger days; their lips gently mashing and coaxing a hum out of Darjeeling herself. The tanker was the first one to pull back, her breath tickling his lips.
Before immediately she closed the distance once more, kissing him. Shū shivered and pulled her into his side more assertively, not-so-subtly running his hand along her side and just caressing it, feeling her soft skin under his fingertips. His hand grazed as low as her hip or as high as her ribs, cementing the feel of her figure into his mind, memorising every last detail of her lest he forget it by the night's end.
A sentiment Darjeeling shared, clearly; her own hands roaming over his chest. He took her right wrist in his hand and pulled, earning a silent blush from his partner as she gently rose up out of the water and swung one leg over his own, straddling him – the sudden closeness making both flustered. Darjeeling recovered her moxie quickly though, a confident smile curling at her lips as she cupped his cheeks, pulling him back into another kiss.
''Mn, Darj...'' Shū breathed out, running his hands down her back and over her ass.
He cupped it, kneading her cheeks before caressing her thighs, his hands wandering down to her knees before racing back up to her ass – unable to get enough of it, tracing the womanly curve to her figure or how nicely her hips fitted into his palms. Darjeeling pulled back from the kiss soon enough, a little moan escaping her as he ran his wet hands up out of the water and along her ribs, soon cupping her large, perky breasts. They were as soft as they looked and fitted into his waiting palms easily, enticing him to grope her.
''Ah~'' Darjeeling let out a gentle moan, her face flushing a shade redder. ''So bold...''
Shū said nothing in return, his own cheeks crimson as he leaned down – and another, huskier moan escaped Darjeeling as he took her left nipple into his mouth. He suckled on it, his tongue lashing out across the pretty pink nub when it could and teasing all sorts of moans out of Darjeeling, the sounds fluttery and faint before spiralling up into a truer moan as he tugged on it between his teeth, pulling it back until it bounced back against her breast, making it jiggle arousingly.
Her other breast got a similar treatment; her nipple licked and suckled briefly before his lips carried him along her tit, smooching and kissing with a quiet adoration rarely seen elsewhere in his life. With a body as beautiful as hers he couldn't bring himself to be rough, to just throw her down, stick his dick in and get off – he wanted to savour every inch of her, to map out every inch of skin, every curve, every weak spot.
Darjeeling told him how she felt about that; her moans low but flowing freely past her lips as his lips worked their way up her collarbone and along her neck, kissing her jugular and sending little spasms up her spine, her head lolling the other way as she mewled. Her fingers loosely ran through his hair but in truth she was putty in his hands, a fresh shiver lancing though her as he kneaded her breasts, fondling them with nimble fingers. Only when he had his fill did he give them a break, his digits grazing up her back instead, tracing her shoulder blades and along her biceps.
''Hng, S-Shū...'' Darjeeling breathed out, caressing his cheek.
One hand shifted to her nape and pulled her in, the kiss shared brief but ever so passionate. His hands were quick to slide down beneath the water once more though, caressing her sides and then her rear, a light tug hinting at his want. Though not entirely understanding Darjeeling obliged, her face growing a tint redder as she stood up in front of him, water droplets running down her figure as she bared herself to him.
Then a split-second later he was kissing her groin. Darjeeling squeaked, her expression one of rare embarrassment, but she couldn't hope to stop him before he went between her legs – her moan hurriedly muffled behind a palm as he licked her sex. It was just the first of many, his tongue hungry as it licked and lashed at her sex, two fingers opening her up more whilst his free hand held onto her ass, keeping her close as he ate her out.
''T-That...'' Darjeeling struggled to get even a word out; embarrassment and pleasure mixing into an intoxicating cocktail in her mind.
One that soon coaxed both of her hands onto his head, her fingers running through his hair and pulling him into her crotch. If anything it just made him more confident, his tongue lashes earnest if somewhat messy – but with her as inexperienced as he it felt wondrous all the same, her throat seizing as she tried and failed to hold back her moans.
Her legs quaked under her and she hurriedly gave him a little nudge but Shū was relentless – simply tugging her to one side and easing her down. The moment her butt was on the stone rim of the onsen he had her legs open wide and was eating her out with enthusiasm, his tongue tasting her nectar as it lashed up her sex uncountable times, making Darjeeling throw her head back with a soft cry, her toes curling.
''S-Shū, it feels- nn!''
Though words failed her Shū got the hint nonetheless, his tongue lapping at her entrance and sending spasms jolting through Darjeeling – her muscles coiling taut before another spasm rippled through her, moans both swift and strained escaping her. The risk of someone overhearing was an omnipresent worry in her mind but she couldn't stop herself, her voice betraying her as her ex-boyfriend ate her out, his nose brushing against her clit more than once – before his tongue soon graced the little nub too, lashing at it with a sudden lick.
It nearly made her come undone, her squeak embarrassingly girlish and graceless, but Shū didn't tease her over it. No, instead he went for her clit with renewed vigour – his tongue teasing the little bundle of nerves with licks and lashes, fuelling the bursts of pleasure that coursed through her taut muscles. On reflex she ran her fingers through his short hair and gripped it tight, holding him into her crotch as tense moans escaped her throat, her whole body seizing up.
''W-Wait a second, Shū, I-I'm- ah- nnyah~!''
With an embarrassingly-loud cry Darjeeling hit orgasm, her shoulders jerking inwards and her head pressing back against the stone underneath – breath held in her throat before she gasped it out. Her rapid short breaths filled the air as white-hot pleasure surged through her loins, sending spasms rippling up her open legs – feet high and toes curled as she rode out the single most intense orgasm of her life.
Shū withdrew his tongue from her sex, his fingers rubbing along her sticky, glistening petals and teasing Darjeeling out of cloud nine, her moan wobbly and weak as her legs came down to rest on either side of him. Shū soaked in the view greedy, be it her wet loins that quivered from his slow touch to the heave of her breasts as she breathed, to even her flushed visage that made her seem less graceful and more shy than the norm.
''Shū...'' Darjeeling breathed out, a breathy tremble to her voice. ''Don't stop now...''
The unspoken implication left the young man blushing, and with a murmured agreement he stood up. His erect cock stood at full attention but he paid his own embarrassment no mind; tugging Darjeeling's hips over the edge instead and bringing their loins together, his shaft sliding along her sex. The blonde shuddered and spread her legs a little wider, inviting him between them and coaxing him in, his tip pressing into her-
-and as one they moaned as he penetrated her. There was little pain on her part, the foreplay easing any such discomfort and leaving only rapturous pleasure – the pair of them groaning as he sunk his cock deep inside of her virgin tightness. He stayed there for only a moment before withdrawing, a gentle hiss escaping him as he felt how tightly she gripped him before pushing back in, parting the tight walls that smothered his cock.
''Mn...'' Darjeeling lolled her head to one side, panting. ''You needn't treat me as if I'm made of glass, you know...''
''Isn't it supposed to hurt the first time?''
''Not always.'' Darjeeling half-heartedly answered – a little too into the act to care about the details, in all honesty. ''Let's just enjoy ourselves, hm?''
Shū murmured an agreement, planting his hands on her creamy thighs and pulling back – before with a groan of primal delight he sunk back into her snug pussy. The hot envelopment left his nerves alight and coaxed his hips into moving even more, the friction addictive as he pumped in-and-out of the blonde; fucking moans both husky and hot free from her lips.
Naturally though he couldn't keep his hands idle for long. Even as he sheathed his shaft inside of Darjeeling his palms ran along her thighs, groping and kneading before making their way up her side; his left settling on her hip whilst his right groped at her left breast, kneading it about at his leisure. Darjeeling laid her hand over his and moaned, the slow slap of their flesh growing increasingly frequent as he got more confident, hilting himself in her tight womanhood with a passion.
One that only hastened his hips further. The ensuing slap of their flesh carried far in the otherwise empty onsen alongside their moans – his grunting and hers mewled as their loins connected, as his cock was stuffed inside of her tunnel like a key in a lock, albeit much more roughly than in comparison. The sticky wetness that his cock plunged into was borderline addictive, far better than his own hand ever could be and driving him wild; pounding Darjeeling like this was the last chance he'd ever get to fuck her.
''N-Nn~! Shū! Shū~!'' Darjeeling cried out his name.
Until Shū dove down and kissed her, muffling her voice. Darjeeling moaned sharply into the kiss and threw her arms around him, holding him down as he kept pounding her – his thrusts shorter but faster as he rutted himself into her clenching pussy. In response Darjeeling wrapped her legs around him and locked her ankles behind his back, the act done practically on instinct and just encouraging him to fuck her raw, his cock-head ramming deep inside of her as he hilted repeatedly in, the quivering of their loins foretelling of their coming ends.
Yet neither stopped nor slowed down, lost in their passion as their parts slotted together so easily, his shaft hilting in her tightening pussy with the fervour of a lust-driven beast. The sloppy sounds that escaped their colliding loins only fed their budding climaxes, the friction reaching new heights as they went at it, their muscles coiling tight, their peaks nearing-!
-and with a cry of ecstasy Darjeeling climaxed, throwing her head back as waves of rapture flooded her form. Shū didn't last another second inside of her before he busted his load too; shouting as he hilted in her and came unashamedly, her tightening tunnel squeezing the seed out of him. He pressed himself into her all the same, practically grinding himself on her as he rode out his high, every twitch of her insides making him throb in turn.
''Mm, o-oh goodness...'' Darjeeling breathily moaned, her taut form slowly relaxing as the tension sept out of her. ''It's... so hot...''
Shū shuddered at her words and pulled out, her limp legs offering little resistance. With them out of the way he could lean back fully, his gaze landing on her flushed visage and trailing down her front, from her heaving breasts to her drooling slit, his cum mixing with her juices as they dribbled down her ass. In the back of his mind he realised that he hadn't used a condom – not that he was carrying one on him – but since she didn't say anything he decided not to either, though the thought left his cheeks rosy all the same.
Sitting down next to her they sat in silence for nearly a minute, both too busy catching their breath to really speak – yet despite the pause, the break, his dick remained rock-hard.
Something that came in handy as Darjeeling sat up with a sexy groan and swung one leg over his, straddling him for the second time that night. The closeness darkened his blush and Darjeeling smirked at that – the sexy expression making his dick twitch with excitement. The blonde took notice of that, mirth twinkling in her eyes as she reached down and caressed his cock, gently guiding him back towards her entrance.
''Again?'' She murmured, lips nearing his.
Shū breathlessly agreed, anticipation welling within him as his cock-head nuzzled her opening – and as one they moaned as she lowered herself onto him. Her slick, sticky tunnel clamped around him easily and Darjeeling wasted no time in rising back up; slowly bouncing on her knees. The motion did wonders to her bust, the slight bounce entrancing him – when Darjeeling took his hands in hers and lifted them to her boobs, getting him to cup them and settling hers hands over the back of his.
Groaning wordlessly in response Shū darted in, claiming Darjeeling's lips in a kiss. The blonde tanker merely moaned back and reciprocated wholeheartedly, bouncing onto his cock with an enthusiasm that left them both trembling – her weight falling upon his lap and his tip nuzzling against her innermost parts. Sensitive as he was from his prior orgasm the risk of cumming too soon was embarrassingly high, his muscles growing taut as he held back the primal urge to nut inside his hot ex.
''Hn, Darj...'' Shū grunted out, releasing her tits and grabbing her ass instead – stealing a quick kiss. ''You're so damn hot.''
Anything Darjeeling wanted to say melted away as he kissed her once more, devouring her husky moan as they went at it like animals, bouncing and grinding to extract every last morsel of pleasure they could from their union – their sensitive parts rubbing together relentlessly as they worked in growing harmony, chasing their highs with moans abound.
Unable to get enough Shū put his hands behind him and bucked his hips up, fucking a startled moan out of his partner as they broke off the kiss – many more sounds spilling past Darjeeling's lips as he plunged his dick up into her. Their rhythm became disjointed and hurried, making up for their messiness by just working their hips as fast as they could, the pressure rapidly building as their orgasms neared.
''Darj.'' The dark-haired youth grunted out, bucking his hips like a horny beast. ''Gonna cum...!''
Darjeeling didn't deign to answer with words but merely did so with a kiss; throwing her arms around him as she ground herself down on him. Shū held her curvy rear and did his best to slam his cock up into his lover's dripping cunt, every twitch through her form making her tighten lovingly around him and bringing him closer to the edge, aided when she hurriedly bounced herself onto his pulsating shaft, taking him inside her constricting tunnel-!
Until with a breathless gasp Shū climaxed, an eruption of seed flooding Darjeeling's depths. The sudden creampie was enough to push the blonde tanker over the edge, her own strangled cry muffled by a hand as she spasmed on his lap – back arching and free hand holding onto his shoulder as she rode out her third orgasm of the night, her weak knees unable to bounce her any more and leaving her fruitlessly grinding herself onto his crotch, squeezing out every dollop of cum she could.
As her orgasm tapered off Darjeeling lost all the strength she had left; limply flopping against her lover with a moan. Shū held her close, panting just as heavily as she before slowly easing onto his back, groaning as his softening dick slipped out of her.
For a long minute they just stayed like that; catching their breaths.
Until with some effort Darjeeling managed to slide herself off to his side, cuddling into him with a dreamy hum, just savouring this moment for as long as it would last.
And though they would have to part ways come tomorrow, it would not be the last time they saw one another.
Of that, both would make sure, after this night shared together.
Their passion, rekindled.
[END]
