Everything I got, I got working for me

[lonelystrength]

As she rapped her knuckles against the hotel room door and leaned against the door frame, using her 5'11" height to loom, Satoru felt jubilant with success even though this tour hadn't officially started.

It had taken months of planning already, and Satoru itched with impatience. When she'd first announced a joint tour with Suguru, Satoru already had the plan drafted with her own media team, but they'd mentioned nothing to Suguru's team, only sending over the proposal after Satoru had made an informal teaser announcement about it. She'd half expected that Suguru would refuse the dare and call it out as the prank that it absolutely was (at which point Satoru would be able to make a stink about Suguru being a coward and backing out of an agreement). So she'd been thrilled that Suguru had agreed to the tour.

They'd share the stage--there was simply no other reasonable way to do it. Swapping off songs, providing support vocals, even featuring a few duets. It was a highly unusual arrangement, but that had helped to blow up the publicity around the tour, which had sold out within hours, immediately creating clamor to have more dates added and a social media frenzy of fans thrilled or enraged about the situation.

They'd arrived at the hotel and their first show was tomorrow night, but aside from some agreed-upon arrangements and a set list, negotiated and exchanged through their respective teams, they'd done nothing to prepare for performing together. Satoru wasn't worried about it. She knew every one of Suguru's songs. She'd written the arrangements herself that she'd sent over to propose which ones she wanted to cover with support vocals. Even though she'd never been to any of Suguru's shows, she'd seen recordings of them. As much as Satoru wanted to spend the next three months irritating the shit out of Suguru, she also wanted to uncompromisingly create good music and put on an incredible performance that their fans would be talking about for the rest of their lives. And she knew she could rely on Suguru to do the same.

Finally, though, they'd arrived at the same hotel, and finally Satoru could be face to face again with her best enemy.

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[elating]

'You' like it's as simple as that. Especially when she was asking about sex, in a physical manner. Maybe it was as simple as that for Satoru, but it could never be that easy for Suguru.

"It's not the only thing that gets me off, though it adds depth." Suguru does clarify beyond that. Satoru doesn't seem to want to dig into that stuff, and so she won't push it— at least not at the start. She tightens her hand in Satoru's hair, and tugs, making Satoru look up at her. "I'm the one controlling pleasure here, though."

Suguru lets go of Satoru, and reaches up to pull her hair out of the bun she'd put it in earlier, letting it fall loose. "Off my lap, sweetheart. Sit up."

She wants to be the first one to provide any pleasure here, and she's always been carefully controlled about any touches she gets in return. She assumes Satoru won't go for that entirely, but she's already conceded too much to Satoru.

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Satoru makes a grateful sound at that hand tugging in her hair, arching up and squirming a little again. It draws her attention back easily, and her eyes lift to Suguru, especially as her hair spills free. Satoru makes an appreciative sound, lifting a little, wanting to bury her hands in that dark hair.

But she obeys without question, especially since Suguru's calling her 'sweetheart' now instead of the anonymity treatment she'd been getting yesterday. Satoru rolls to sit up, eyes dark and hungry now. Her hands settle onto Suguru's thigh, kneading at her like a cat, but she otherwise waits attentively for Suguru to give her next commands.

[elating]

Rather than giving any orders, Suguru is the one to move, sliding off the couch and scooting between Satoru's legs, pushing them apart. She looks up at the other woman, smirking slightly, and rests her hands on Satoru's thighs.

She's usually good with words, especially in these moments, but right now she's not sure what to say. There's still something awkward there, it feels like, and she has no clue how her normal dirty talk would land with Satoru. So much continues to throw her off, which she should have expected, she thinks, considering it's Satoru.

But she has wanted to do this for years, and even if nothing else happens between them, then at least Suguru can say she's gotten a taste of Satoru. She slides her fingers up her thighs, hooking them around the waist of her lounge pants, and tugging. "Lift up," she instructs, so she can tug those down, along with her underwear.

[lonelystrength]

Satoru's surprised when Suguru kneels before her like that. Suddenly feeling shy, Satoru blushes, not sure how to react to this. It feels wrong, accepting something like this from Suguru. Like she's taking advantage of her friend. But Satoru also wants to try to trust her and obey her, and she's pretty sure that Suguru is being more genuine this time, not keeping Satoru at a distance.

"Are you sure?" Satoru asks, but she lifts her hips as instructed, helping to wiggle out of her pants and underwear. "You don't gotta. Um."

She can't close her legs with Suguru between them, but her knees tilt inward to try and preserve a tiny bit of modesty, feeling bashful about being exposed before Suguru. With the skimpy costumes she wears, Satoru's thoroughly waxed, leaving only a little tuft of white hair on her mound.

[elating]

"Don't gotta what?" Suguru asks, raising an eyebrow at her. "That can mean plenty. Don't have to get a dental dam? Don't have to get off first? Use your words, Satoru."

At least she isn't making Satoru beg for it. Yet. That's maybe something for later.

She taps Satoru's knee to get her to spread them a little, lifting her legs out of her pants so she can toss them aside; they'll be needed later, but for the moment, they'd just get in the way.

She's seen Satoru naked plenty of times, but there is a difference between seeing your friend naked while changing as a teenager, and seeing her open and exposed like this, as an adult. She finally settles her attention on Satoru, studying her and waiting for her to respond.

[lonelystrength]

"Be ... unselfish, I guess. You talked about, like, feeling neglected and that I wasn't there for you. So ... you always did so much for me and now you're gonna do more? I wanted to do something for you." Satoru bites her lip, feeling like she's not explaining herself well. Using her words is hard now. Usually she never shuts up, but now it's hard to put sentences together.

Her legs stretch out, curling her calves lightly around Suguru's sides. She wants to tangle up with Suguru and cuddle again, but she can't. In this position, this is the best she can do.

[elating]

Suguru drops her gaze, looking away from her for a long minute. There's something in that she thinks she should respond to, but she doesn't know what. Doesn't know if she wants to tangle herself in that right now. A month ago, Suguru would have said she was fine and didn't need anything from Satoru, but it's coming obvious to her that it's not as true as she thought. And Suguru isn't sure she wants to go down that; she's already been vulnerable enough with Satoru.

So, instead of tackling that, she can focus on the one thing that she can answer. "You don't think this is selfish?" she asks, voice a purr. She walks her fingers up Satoru's thigh, stopping when she gets to the crease between her body and thigh, and trails her fingers down, over that tuft of white hair. "I've wanted this for so long." Fuck, she didn't mean to mention that. She swallows, and hastily continues. "Eating someone out isn't work for me. I like doing it. You'll come because of me, on my tongue or fingers, and I'll get to wring it out of you. I get to hear your moans, taste you, feel how you clench around me.

"Besides—" She wavers for a moment, wondering if she should go there. How readily she should express anything to Satoru. At least this isn't necessarily emotional, and it's not something she expects Satoru to use against her. "It takes a long time for me to come with just oral stimulation."

[lonelystrength]

Satoru chews on her lower lip, still a little hesitant, but Suguru's reasons are convincing. Reaching out while she takes a moment to process, she brushes Suguru's hair back behind her ear with gentle fingertips. Then she nods her acceptance of Suguru's explanation. "I look forward to looking what works for you, then," she says, since she doesn't feel like she can ask more about that topic right now. Suguru won't answer, and Satoru's learning she can only push so far.

For now, she yields, spreading her legs wider in order to offer herself. Cheeks pink, she wiggles forward a little, closer to the edge of the cushion, though her calves remain hooked around Suguru's sides.

[elating]

This thing between them, whatever it is, feels awkward and weird, like something's fractured between them. Part of Suguru wants to pulls away and make Satoru talk to her, and solve the emotional crisis she's clearly dealing with, unable to handle whatever is creeping up for her. But that's part of the problem, isn't it?

Still, since Satoru doesn't draw back, Suguru figures it's safe enough to continue. She looks up at Satoru again. "Formality doesn't suit you, Satoru," she says, with a little roll of her eyes. "You can pull my hair if you need to."

She moves her fingers lower, gently teasing her lips, and then dips her thumb lower, seeking out her clit, rubbing small circles around it. She focuses her attention on Satoru's cunt, watching how she reacts with each little touch. She's teasing more than anything, wanting to get her away from that awkward, weird place into something more aroused before putting her mouth on Satoru.

[lonelystrength]

Satoru brightens when she's given clear permission to touch. Her hands sink instantly into Suguru's hair, winding through the soft strands. Playing with Suguru's hair was only one of many things that she had missed, but it was an easy and uncomplicated pleasure, and it's something that she can reclaim without any worries.

Whining a little at the teasing touches, Satoru rocks her hips into the caresses to her lips, but she squirms at the touch to her clit. "Too much. I'm sensitive. Use the outer lips to squeeze and massage at it indirectly, or just touch other areas instead. Please, Suguru?"

She tugs very gently at Suguru's hair to encourage and to playfully beg her, in order to have these instructions obeyed.

[elating]

In another situation, with more time, that might be something to explore. But this is still too new and Suguru is too cautious about it, so she does as requested and stops touching her clit directly, teasing her lips instead. That's not her ultimate goal, of course, but it's fun to get her aroused before doing anything more.

"How do you get off, Satoru?" That's not something they ever discussed when they were teenagers. If it weren't for the fact that Satoru regularly dated guys, Suguru would have assumed she didn't bother with anything remotely close to masturbation. (And perhaps she didn't; perhaps the men were all she needed.)

Suguru trails her hand lower, fingers teasing the rim to her entrance, and then she sinks in two fingers.

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“Shower head with a good massage function,” Satoru replies with a little smirk, then an appreciative whimper as Suguru teases at her lips. “Toys.”

She spreads her legs a little wider as Suguru moves her fingers lower, then moans as two of those fingers move inside. “Ah—yeah.” Shuddering, Satoru rocks her hips into that feeling. “I like the combination of penetration with some stimulation against my clit—either just pressure or indirect stimulation. Deeper, Suguru.”

Her fingers tremble in Suguru’s hair, smile still playful and challenging even as she gets distracted. “How do you get off, Suguru?”