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Sweet tasting treat presses to her mouth and for a brief second, she’s uncertain as to exactly what type of setting is playing before her. Hadn’t he been threatening her life but a few seconds prior? And now she swears she can just about taste the light saltiness of skin as he continues to encourage the piece of candy once she accepts it into her mouth.
It didn’t stop there.
“ Your reward, Chizuru-chan~. “
The way her name dances off his tongue sparks a light flame in the pit of her stomach.
Mouth encases and nervously closes when the treat is swallowed and all that’s left is his digit in place, slowly easing in – exploring – observant glance locked in the form of his prideful smirk as she slowly starts to understand exactly what he’s after.
“ O-ki-ta-san… “
How she managed to get his name out while his finger paints the inside of her mouth astounds her but she cannot help but to feel her body burn more while her lips wrap around and tongue begins to perform a light dance around him, slow and soft, her eyes sliding shut as she doesn’t stop until he’s pulled it out and a curious gaze shifts right back towards him, seeing where one arm is now pinning her place while his hand rests against the wall – and if looks could kill, he’d long since carry out his threat – that she almost finds herself melting against that sharp gaze reflective in green eyes.
“ Good girl. “ He’s practically purring like a cat with praise.
The way his thumb replaces his finger and brushes against her jawline, venturing over his chin and eventually finding her lips, pressing down and reading her like a book.
Souji’s always enjoyed seeing the way her mind rushes through multiple thoughts in a single second from his actions alone, keeping her on her toes and being the one to summon specific reactions out of her was a pure adrenaline rush.
“ W-What are you doing, Okita-san? “
“ Hmmm~ “ he sings. “ What do you think I’m doing? “
He’s always enjoyed being able to paint it red in blood but this time he’s finding himself to have a new favorite shade of red. The way her blush spreads and darkens as thumb issues light pets and roams over those sweet spots near her jawline to her ear keeps his expression locked right onto her.
More reading, more seeing how far she’s willing to let him take this.
“ Are you planning on kissing me? “
Her question rings in his ears, is that a silent request or is she truly making an attempt at figuring out his moves? There’s power in his unpredictability and he fully intends to take advantage of such, especially if it means getting closer to her, hearing her say exactly how much she wants him.
She’s his after all.
“ Do you want me to kiss you? “
His teasing is rewarded with her stammering, Chizuru is failing hard to find her words at the moment when both hands now stake his claim against each side of her face, cupping her expression and holding her there, he swears he can see the longing he’s managed to spark and it’s a challenge to keep it there, for her eyes to remain on him and him alone. He’s never been one for sharing after all.
“ Chi-zu-ru-chan~ “
She can swear he’s like some child let loose to grab all the candy the markets have to offer. The way he’s looking at her is both like a blade ready to pierce and stake claim but also….hopeful? There’s a look she can’t quite place but knows it’s something begging to be noticed amongst his mischief and threats.
“ O-ki-ta-san ~ “
She eventually gets to mimic him, her own hands shift and rest against his, keeping him in place and responding with a nod. “ Kiss me, “ she whispers, inviting him closer.
“ Kiss you….what? I don’t think I quite heard you, do you not want Hijikata-san or anyone else to hear? Is that what you’re thinking? “
He’s like a cat playing with the mouse he’s captured by the tail, refusing to release after the smidge of light hope he’s given his prey, he’s waiting to hear the right words.
Say it and he’s all yours, he thinks to himself.
Is it even possible for her blush to darken by this point? Souji somehow makes such come true as she feels dizzy to the point that she’s about to melt against his touch. She hears the way that he hums and it’s practically music to her ears.
After all this time. When did he start having this effect on her?
“ I want you to kiss me, Okita-san, right here and now. “
“ Right here? Where anyone could walk over and catch us? “
Her heart skips a beat when he’s suddenly moved in closer, those eyes are piercing right through her and she swears she can feel him breathing with how close their faces are now. His lips – if she moved just right she could take what she wanted.
“ Right here. Yes. Kiss me. “
She can feel his lips twitch when his smirk returns. Her body is on fire and she’s craving contact, his contact. He did this after all. He knows what he’s doing to her.
“ If you insist ~ “
Right when she was about to respond, her words were stolen in the form of their lips slipping together for a heated kiss. She wants to melt in how deep it feels, in how she swears she can feel all of his emotions being poured right into her the longer their contact remains, hands dropping to his shoulders to grip at the blue fabric to his uniform just to give her something to do with her hands.
“ Oki– “
She’s shushed when he pushes more against her, their bodies now pressed firmly together as he maintains the action, refusing to break away. Not now. Not until both are completely winded and he’s forced to.
And once he does and is met with such a lovestruck gaze, he rewards her with another light kiss to the top of her head and gives her more praise.
“ That’s my girl. “