[ yukari notices when minako covers her eyes, of course. she's so tuned in to everything about in this moment--how she's gasping for breath, how her leg wraps around her waist, how she feels around her fingers--that it's impossible for the act to escape her attention.
she knows minako isn't hiding her face because she isn't enjoying it, but from the emotional rawness of it all. they really are more alike than people think. they're both outgoing, athletic, charming--and both of them know to play those traits up at a moment's notice, to be "on". to deflect to keep from being seen.
they've had sex more times than yukari can count, but this feels...different. there's no feigned annoyance or over the top charm or teasing. just love, plain and simple. it burns under her skin, makes it difficult for her to breathe. she feels exposed, although neither of them are wearing anything at all. if minako would look at her now, she'd see...well, everything.
for once, yukari feels okay with someone seeing all of her. so she doesn't stop, but forces herself to slow down her thrusts so she can focus. ]
Babe. [ the endearment is so soft, so enamored that yukari can hardly believe she's the one speaking. ] Before I use it, [ 'it' being the toy from the closet, ] I wanna see you.
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she knows minako isn't hiding her face because she isn't enjoying it, but from the emotional rawness of it all. they really are more alike than people think. they're both outgoing, athletic, charming--and both of them know to play those traits up at a moment's notice, to be "on". to deflect to keep from being seen.
they've had sex more times than yukari can count, but this feels...different. there's no feigned annoyance or over the top charm or teasing. just love, plain and simple. it burns under her skin, makes it difficult for her to breathe. she feels exposed, although neither of them are wearing anything at all. if minako would look at her now, she'd see...well, everything.
for once, yukari feels okay with someone seeing all of her. so she doesn't stop, but forces herself to slow down her thrusts so she can focus. ]
Babe. [ the endearment is so soft, so enamored that yukari can hardly believe she's the one speaking. ] Before I use it, [ 'it' being the toy from the closet, ] I wanna see you.
Let me see you, Minako. Please.