It was a glorious Sunday, last day of the weekend where Hizashi Yamada - aka Present Mic -- could spend time completely alone with his girlfriend. They had eaten breakfast and showered, but in grabbing a t-shirt out of his closet he noticed that it simply wouldn't do.
Elly was comfortably seated on the couch painting her nails while he rummaged around in the back for what he needed. Eventually her man padded out of the back in bare feet wearing a shirt with a mustache on the front and the words: "<i>free mustache rides</i>" on it. Underneath that, very obviously added in craft paint in his scraggly English was added "<i>...for girlfriend only</i>".
"Paint's dry," he called out proudly as he rounded the corner into the living room. He flipped his long ponytail over his shoulder and posed so his partner could read his masterpiece.
"Mmn? Oh, the shirt - is <i>that</i> what were you doing in there?" Elly's furry ears perked as she read his addition, and she burst out laughing.
"Yep." He flashed her a huge grin. "You got yer stuff out, an' I remembered the paints Eri used last time she visited." He stared for awhile at the little bucket of nail polish and materials on the coffee table in front of her. Then he waved one hand around in the air. "I'm'a sit, babe. Pause for a sec."
"'Kay."
He sat close beside her and leaned in to snuggle into her neck. "Mmmmwah."
"Zashi, that tickles, you dork!"
"Oh no!" He called out in mock dismay. "The horror! You might mess up yer pretty claws." He made a paw with one hand and scratched the air. "Meee<i>ow</i>."
"Very funny, mister." She turned and kissed him on the lips. "You do yours, then."
Hizashi shrugged. "A'ight." He pursed his lips as he dug around in the container looking through all the colors. "Aha!"
Elly squinted at his choice, held proudly up to shine under the lighting. "Isn't black kind of uh, typical?"
"Okay, but I <i>like</i> the black. It goes with all my <i>outfits</i>." He rolled his eyes and painted one hand, flapping it about to dry it quickly.
Elly giggled. "You're right. How about adding a coat of this clear sparkly stuff to it?"
"Ooh."
"That's cute."
Hizashi held his hand up, admiring the shiny paint. "I like the glitter. You really love shiny stuff, huh?"
"Yeah. When I was little I kind of hated it, like the color pink, because society forced it on me since I was a girl. But now I've come around. I can like whatever I like."
"Good realization, that." He wiggled his eyebrows at her.
"Oh, don't worry." Elly had tested her nails for the third time and determined they were finally dry. She slid down off the couch and crawled over in front of him, pushing the table farther away with her butt. "When I <i>really</i> like something, <i>nothing</i> can keep me from it."
"Ooooh." He raised his leg up, wiggling his toes. "Gonna paint my tootsies, lover?"
"I could do that." She nodded sagely, staring up at him with a sly grin. "<i>Or</i> I could suck you off." Her head cocked to one side, eyelashes batting ingeniously. "Your choice, love."
"Wha - me? I thought I was the one wearin' the shirt!" He nodded, though, when she caressed the front of his sweatpants. "Yeah, I'm not gonna turn down the offer."
Elly carefully tugged while he raised his lower half off the couch. When his pants were puddled around his ankles it was revealed he wasn't wearing underwear and she gave him a sly look. "Really?"
"What?" He wiggled his hips, his rising erection bobbing in the air. "I figured we were gonna fool around, right? I mean..." He grinned at her. "Surprise?"
"It's really not that much of a shock." Her fingers toyed with the tip as it firmed further in front of her, and she leaned down to gently kiss him there.
"Ohhhhh." Hizashi sighed deeply, sinking down on the couch. "That's <i>nice</i>, baby. I love you so much." He smiled a lazy smile, his lashes fluttered low over his glorious hazel eyes as he watched her head bob slowly in his lap. The weight in his loins increased steadily as she gently lapped around the swollen head, her wrist moving to pump the lower half of his penis. His breath caught when she suckled for a moment, her speed increasing just long enough to get him panting and tense.
"Sh - shit, you gonna edge me like that?" He groaned when she dug her freshly painted nails in the flesh of his left thigh, slowly scratching. "Easy, kitty! Owwoww... oooooh. Fuck. Fuck, that <i>stings</i>." A pause. "Do it again."
"Mmnn hmm."
"You're a fucking <i>goddess</i>," he gasped when she did, struggling to keep still. "Yes! I'm gonna - nnngh... babe, mute button! Quick!"
Elly drew back quickly and flung herself into his lap, one hand still working his slick, flushed member.
He pressed firmly into the kiss, breathing hard and wanting so very badly to <i>scream</i>. But he had very painstakingly been conditioned not to make loud sounds when they were kissing. They'd worked this out after the second time he broke the windows in the entire complex, with a little help brainstorming with friends. He'd never hurt his beloved; it was the ultimate control. So, although his orgasm was fierce, he merely whimpered and kissed her with all the passion he could muster.
She worked him gently through it until he made a snorting sound and she knew she'd accidentally gone too long. His nose was scrunched up and his eyes watery behind his glasses.
"Sorry!"
"Nuh, s'okay..." He reached down and yanked his sweatpants up enough to use them to wipe some of the excess mess off. "I, uh, gotta get to the bathroom though."
"Yep." Elly kissed him on the forehead. "Cuddles when you get back."
"Yeah." He gave her a dreamy smile as he waddled awkwardly into the hall, holding his pants to one side. "Fuck me, I love weekends."
"Later," she called out impishly, and he burst out laughing.
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