Gojou Satoru (
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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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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"Deeper inside," she says, reaching down and nudging Satoru's hand. "You can use three. I like the fullness."
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"Good?" Satoru asks, warm and playful, nipping at Suguru's jaw with happy affection while she fucks her.
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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.
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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.
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"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.