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Everything I got, I got working for me

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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Moans and keening noises spill freely from Satoru’s throat as her fingers sink into Suguru’s hair, gripping her tight to urge her on. “Yeah, Suguru,” she gasps, hips rocking against her as she tugs Suguru closer. “More—a little more—with your tongue—fuck, please.” Whining, she trembles against Suguru, and it’s barely a minute before the first quick little shudder ripples through her, cunt clenching around Suguru’s fingers as her body twitches. “Ah! Yeah, Suguru.”

The sudden orgasm is surprising but Suguru keeps fucking her fingers into Satoru, tongue pressing against her clit as she works her through that.

As she feels her cunt clench and throb, she moves her hand away, and wraps her hands under Satoru's thighs, pulling her closer. The couch, especially on a moving bus, isn't ideal for this, but she'll make do.

Her tongue sinks into Satoru's hole, licking up the wetness inside, finally getting a chance to taste her after all these years.

Satoru yelps, then laughs as Suguru pulls her forward like that. Surprised but utterly delighted to be so manhandled, Satoru moans as Suguru's tongue sinks deeper, wiggling inside of her and stretching her open around it. "Suguru, Suguru," she babbles, dazzled to receive this, which she'd never imagined she would have, never realized that she should want. Now that she has it, with Suguru kneeling in front of her, so beautiful and skilled, Satoru feels her heart aching with both satisfaction and need. Her Suguru. She wants more. Wants to be able to keep this. Even though she doesn't understand how it all went wrong in the first place, she understands now that they have to have each other. Suguru belongs with her. And whatever went wrong, however Suguru ended up hurt, Satoru has to figure out how to fix it.

"Fingers again," she begs, gasping her pleasure, hands tugging desperately at Suguru's hair. "Please? Fuck me harder. Tongue back on my clit. Please, please, Suguru."

The hands tugging at her hair make her moan against Satoru's cunt, licking deeper into her before she pulls away. She slides her fingers back into Satoru, starting with two and slowly adding a third as she fucks her deeper and harder.

When she was younger, she'd wanted to kiss Satoru. Knew she wanted to fuck Satoru even before she knew how women had sex with each other, when it was just some vague concept. She never thought it would happen, even when she'd tried to get Satoru to run off with her, although there had been some hope that maybe Satoru would realize she was in love with her when they were making music together. After she'd left, all hopes had been squashed, especially when Satoru was so full of taunts and demands.

Now, at least, she's gotten a chance, a taste of what could have been. A taste of Satoru. She doesn't think it'll be much more than that, but she can enjoy this.

She presses her tongue against Satoru's clit again, firmer this time, fingers buried in Satoru. She looks up at Satoru, eyes bright; if her mouth were free, she'd be smirking at Satoru.

Satoru's cries grow louder and higher-pitched as she gets closer, body quivering above Suguru. The sight of Suguru between her legs is impossible to deal with, and Satoru shudders each time she glances down, cunt giving a clench around Suguru's fingers. No one's ever looked at her like that, and she's always been greedy for Suguru's attention. Having the combination of Suguru's attention fixed on her like that is more than she can deal with, taking it in only in little glances before her eyes flick away again, shy and flustered, but she can't stay shy while Suguru's got her so entirely distracted and aroused.

This time she gives a scream as she comes, forgetting that they're in a bus and the driver might hear. Her cunt clenches hard around Suguru's fingers and she arches almost violently, head thrown back. Her own hand tightens in Suguru's hair, throat forging a cascade of little whimpers before she relaxes and melts back against the couch.

The driver is far enough away that most noises shouldn't reach him, but even if it did, Suguru wouldn't care too much, thoroughly enjoying how Satoru screams for her.

She keeps fucking Satoru through her orgasm, only moving her fingers out of her once Satoru melts back against the couch. She licks her fingers clean, stull smirking as she does so.

"Good girl," she whispers, kissing Satoru's inner thigh.

Satoru squirms with shy embarrassment as she watches Suguru lick her fingers clean like that. Keeping her calves tangled lightly around Suguru's sides in order to keep her close, Satoru gives Suguru's hair a very light tug, wanting to pull her in closer. She feels both content and vulnerable, wanting cuddles and reassurance from Suguru but expecting to be pushed away at any moment. "Suguru," she murmurs, pouting hopefully at her in order to try and keep Suguru's attention focused on herself.

Suguru usually cuddles after sex, so she wasn't planning on just disappearing after that. She doesn't particularly enjoy it, too emotional and vulnerable even if she hasn't orgasmed, but she knows most of the women she sleeps with enjoy (and often need) it.

She leans up and kisses Satoru quickly, then actually rises up from the floor to sit in Satoru's lap this time, winding her arms around her.

Satoru makes a pleased sound as Suguru settles close. Hugging her arms around Suguru's waist, Satoru nuzzles at her shoulder, squeezing her arms tight to keep her close.

Tipping them both to the side so that they can lay sideways on the couch, Satoru presses kisses along Suguru's neck and shoulder, nipping lightly at her earlobe. She's not sure how much she can get away with, not sure if Suguru has a plan for what happens next or if it's going to be a matter of Satoru keeping her close through sheer stubborn willpower.

Suguru runs her hand through Satoru's hair, thinking about what should happen next. She feels completely out of her element with this, thrown off her routine, and still unsure what this means for her and Satoru.

But that's borrowing worries for the future. Suguru's tried to stop doing that, over the years, even though it's often a challenge, considering her career. She still has a job to do for now, and they can have fun. Even though Satoru seems to want a lighter hand than Suguru is used to, sex is still enjoyable, and they seem compatible in that.

It doesn't solve the problem of what to do now. They're still on a bus, and even though the trip isn't that long— they'll get to their next destination by morning— and has been smooth so far, she isn't going to risk an accident for something more dexterous.

"I have a bed in the back," she says, eventually. "Since you're stuck here for now, we should try to sleep."

“Mm, bed sounds like a good idea,” Satoru agrees, wiggling to her feet and then hauling Suguru up. She grabs her clothes, heading back to find that bed and dropping her clothes nearby. Sprawling back on the mattress naked, Satoru grins up at her lover. “So how do you wanna get off?” Clearly this is the more important reason for moving to the bed.

Following Satoru into the back, she braces herself against the bed, stripping off her shirt. She normally doesn't sleep in the nude in general, certainly not on her bus, but with Satoru sprawled naked on her sheets, it seems pointless to stay in her clothes.

She is aroused and wants to get off, if for nothing else than she wants to relax and sleep and she won't while horny. But she's still tempted to shrug it off, and just tell her to go to sleep.

Suguru turns away from her, still considering, taking off her bra and setting it and her shirt aside, carefully folded. She does the same with her joggers, folding them in an attempt to give herself more time, leaving her in just her underwear.

"Your fingers," she says, finally, crawling into bed with Satoru.

Satoru watches her, sucking hungrily on her lower lip as she does so. Satoru's noticed beautiful women before--and beautiful men. She likes beautiful bodies in general. But it's not just that Suguru's stunning. It's that Suguru's Suguru. The way she moves is entrancing, and Satoru still, constantly, at every moment feels crazed with need to have Suguru's attention.

As soon as Suguru's on the bed, Satoru pounces her and knocks her onto her back, stealing a quick, heated kiss, then scattering more kisses and bites along Suguru's neck and shoulders as her hands roam over Suguru's torso. "Yes, Suguru," she murmurs, happy and playful, giving one of Suguru's tits a squeeze.

The sudden eagerness— or at least the sudden pounce, Suguru can't say she isn't aware of Satoru's eagerness— takes her by surprise, so she ends up knocked on her back quickly, staring up at Satoru.

Satoru's hand on her breast makes her moan, and she arches up against her grasp. "You can keep doing that, too. I like it a little rough." The more sensation the better, in both directions, in her opinion.

She settles her hands on Satoru's hips, squeezing once before she loosens her grip.

"Mm, good," Satoru says happily, giving Suguru's nipple a tweak, then lowering her head to the other breast and widening her jaw to take as much of it into her mouth as she can, sucking the whole thing with a moan and then biting down, sharp enough to leave a ring of little pink marks in a wide arc above and below the nipple.

One hand slides down to cup over Suguru's mound, fingertips nestled intimately between her legs, but she just keeps it there, holding firmly but not making any effort to rub or tease. All of her attention remains on scattering bites and kisses over Suguru's torso, sucking marks here and there without any particular pattern or strategy.

She's always known Satoru liked to bite, but the way she bites down on her breast makes Suguru hiss and arch up. "Are you a snake now?" she teases. "Unhinging your jaw to swallow my tit whole or something?"

She should say something about those bites and marks; she's lucky that her outfits mostly cover her up, but she still does have to change and deal with any visible marks Satoru might leave. But despite that, she doesn't say a word and lets Satoru do what she wants, winding her fingers through her white hair. Eventually, she tugs on her hair, trying to pull her up for another kiss.

Satoru just rumbles in reply, considering her task of biting and sucking on Suguru to be much more important than responding to that teasing. Whining a little when she's tugged away from this task, Satoru goes anyway toward the tugging, then moans and happily gets distracted into the kiss. Her fingers stir as she kisses Suguru, rubbing at her through her panties and teasing up and down in a line from her clit to her entrance.

Dizzy with infatuation, Satoru kisses her slow and sweet, teasing her lips against Suguru's and suckling on her lips and tongue, whimpering and moaning shamelessly against Suguru's mouth.

The eagerness and shamelessness with which Satoru responds is surprising and appealing, and does help to keep Suguru aroused, her panties damp as Satoru teases her. She rocks her hips against Satoru's fingers. Rather than breaking the kiss to tell her it's okay to touch, she reaches down and grabs Satoru's hand, guiding it beneath her panties. She'd only left them on out of embarrassment and habit— the bus wasn't as a place she preferred to be nude, although it wasn't really any different than her dressing room.

Suguru is also waxed, with only a neatly trimmed landing strip. There's little need for it now, since the shortest things she wears still keep her nicely covered, but she was in the habit while in the group, and hasn't stopped.

Satoru takes that encouragement as invitation--or perhaps request--and immediately slides her fingers between Suguru's folds, pushing two of them inside of her and pressing the heel of her hand against Suguru's clit to give her something to grind against. She starts off with firm stimulation, no teasing, just curls her fingers to rub at the inner wall of Suguru's cunt, searching to see if she gets a good result from rubbing at her g-spot.

As her attention moves there, her kissing slows to be more distracted. She continues responding to everything Suguru does in the kiss, but it's much more passive now, focused instead on learning how Suguru likes to be fingered.

It's much better to have Satoru's fingers in her and pressing against her clit, and Suguru grinds against her hand, seeking out her pleasure. She can tell Satoru is focusing on something other than the kiss, so she breaks it off with an amused sound, nipping at her jaw. It's not hard enough to leave marks, since she's still mindful of their performances.

"Deeper inside," she says, reaching down and nudging Satoru's hand. "You can use three. I like the fullness."

Satoru rumbles approvingly in reply, wiggling a third finger inside and giving her slow thrusts with a little twist of her hand to make sure her knuckles bump against Suguru's opening each time. She keeps her fingers deep, thrusting them against Suguru's inner walls with thrumming little vibrations of her hand. If Suguru likes the fullness, she can do that, making sure to keep her full while making sure there's enough stimulation to keep it interesting, and making sure that the heel of her hand bumps against Suguru's clit with each of those thrusts, letting her grind each time Satoru's fingers are buried deep.

"Good?" Satoru asks, warm and playful, nipping at Suguru's jaw with happy affection while she fucks her.

Suguru's never come easily, or all that quickly, which was frustrating before she knew how to handle it and what did get her off; it was one of the reasons she discovered kink clubs.

But having Satoru there, doing those to her, does help more than she expects. It isn't too much longer before she's clenching around Satoru's fingers, thighs and stomach tense as she comes. She's quiet, only a strangled moan escaping her, but her arm around Satoru digs into her skin, clinging desperately.

Satoru works her through it, nuzzling and kissing at Suguru's throat. She thrums her fingers slow and deep to wring out the last of it, then lets her hand still, leaving it deep to keep that feeling of fullness.

She kisses a few more times along Suguru's shoulder, letting her rest until Suguru's grip starts to become a little less desperately tight. Then she moves again, biting Suguru's shoulder, allowing her fingers to start to stir.

She presses them inside of Suguru, against the upper wall, massaging slow and deep, careful not to overstimulate her. "Suguru," she murmurs, voice rumbling with a pleased purr, and then she wiggles a little lower, biting the upper curve of Suguru's breast.

"Determined to keep going?" Suguru teases as she comes back from her orgasm, still slightly breathless from it. She rocks her hips against Satoru's fingers, clenching around them and arching against her mouth. The bite makes her hiss.

"I didn't put you down for a biter," she says, taking her hands through Satoru's hair and rubbing her up for a kiss. She lets go, letting her go back to her former spot, and spreads her legs a little wider. "What do you want, baby?"

She's never done anything like this on one of her buses, though it's less out of safety concerns and more because she's never traveled with anyone she's slept with, beyond her manager (and that was only once). She can't say it's a rule for her not to do this, because she's never thought about it before, but she really is too soft for Satoru.

"How did you not put me down for a biter, I bite you all the time." Satoru gives her a smirk, continuing her slow, deep massaging against Suguru's g-spot, fingers keeping Suguru all filled up.

"I want you. Thought I was clear about that."

Wiggling further down, Satoru nuzzles at Suguru's pubes, then kisses along her outer lips, suckling one side of them into her mouth and then letting go in order to dart her tongue along the inner seam of that one, then switching to the other side. She avoids the head of Suguru's clit for now, more interested in the secondary wings of it that stretch down through her outer lips, the bulb of it that nestles against the front of her cunt. The goal isn't to get her off, simply to explore all the ways to give her pleasure and to see which ones get the most interesting reactions.

Everything I got, I got working for me

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