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Your lips are knotted with each other's. Tugging and pulling as the both of you kiss desperately. The both of you are standing in the doorway of Nanami's home, inhaling each other. The sky's darkened and the both of you needed a way to relieve each other's stress, especially since working long after hours. Your teeth playfully tug at his lip, pulling them in the heated moment. With an affirming hand on your waist, he guides you into the room, kicking the door behind him shut. The both of you are floundering and wobbling through the main room and rushing up the stairs, no time to waste.
In the expanse of his, the both of you reconnect, all your parts fitting and locking together. His arm slithers around your waist again, his free hand on the back of your head as the both of you make your way towards his bed of plush. You're on top of him, hands pulling on his tie, urging him to take it off.
"Oh my. I'm just so hot in all these clothes." you say flirtatiously, fanning yourself for dramatic effect. The man beneath you rolls his eyes, his fingers reaching for the buttons of your blouse, undoing them one at a time. "I really wish I had these clothes off right now." you say again, watching the blond roll his eyes.
"Your dirty talk is bad." he says, sliding off your blouse for you. Revealing your breasts, beautifully held in a lace light blue bra. His favourite colour.
"Shut up and kiss me." you order, leaning down and reattaching your lips, finding solace in his warmth. His hands find their way under your pencil skirt, getting a good squeeze of your ass, groaning into the kiss. Your skirt starts sliding furthering up your waist as it stops covering your ass.
One thing Nanami loves about you is how whiny you are, constantly whining when something starts to bother you or doesn't go your way. "What's wrong baby?" he asks, his lips still against yours.
"The fact you aren't fuckin me yet." you say in a hushed tone.
