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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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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.

Suguru hasn't forgotten that, especially considering the bite marks she currently has, but somehow she never thought to apply that to sex. She'd done her best not to think too deeply about Satoru and sex after she left the group, and the first few rough months.

"You biting me randomly doesn't always mean you bite," she points out, though it's a weak argument and she's somewhat breathless thanks to Satoru's fingers still in her.

"I meant what do you want now." Satoru's said she wants her, and Suguru believes that now, although she doesn't know what that means for anything longer than this. It's easier to simply think about the moment. "What do you want to do?" Although she seems to know what she's doing, and seems content enough to tease her like this. Considering that Suguru assumed she would just starfish in bed with her partners, it is a pleasant surprise.

Suguru's hands clench in her hair, pulling slightly as Satoru teases her. She's not exactly loud, aware of the bus driver, but there are a few spots where she can't hold back her moans and gasps, leg twitching as Satoru hits a particularly sensitive spot.

Satoru gives her a look at that question, as though it's an extremely strange question and she thinks Suguru's being dumb. "Um, this?" Obviously she's doing what she wants to do. Satoru always does what she wants. What a stupid question. "But I'm open to suggestions if you wanted something else."

Moving her free hand to just above Suguru's clit, Satoru strokes the shaft of it through the hood, rolling it very gently between her fingertips, then closes her lips around the head, sucking tentatively, testing how Suguru's sensitivity is for both of these things before she goes any harder.

Okay, maybe that is a dumb question. Suguru flushes, abashed; Satoru is the only person who can make her feel even slightly embarrassed in this particular way, and after so many years of not encountering it, she isn't sure how to handle it.

Not that it matters because every thought flees her head when Satoru sucks on her clit, leaving her gasping and arching off the bed. Her thighs clench and it's all she can do to keep them from squeezing around Satoru's head. She doesn't let people go down on her often because she needs this; the sensitivity from an orgasm or two already and more teasing, a willingness to keep going even when Suguru's grinding against their mouths. Which she's doing now, hips pressing against Satoru's mouth.

"Harder," she says. "I'll let you know when it's too much."

That's much better. No more dumb questions, just Suguru gasping and writhing for her. Satoru complies happily, sucking hard on Suguru's clit. Not the hardest she could go, but certainly a solid seven out of ten in terms of suction capability, enough to be plenty intense. She intersperses that with flickering her tongue over Suguru's clit, a rapid thrumming before she returns to sucking. Her fingers keep up their slow, deep grinding, wanting to keep the overall stimulation level high in order to keep Suguru distracted with pleasure, driving her out of her own head for a few minutes.

She is out of her own head for much longer than she usually is, even when having sex. It helps that Satoru uses both her mouth and her fingers, and Suguru can grind against her without worrying too much. She's still quiet as she moans, although there's the occasional slip where she's louder than intended.

Her thighs squeeze around Satoru, and she doesn't even catch it at first, too distracted to really pay attention to her body. Her orgasm hits her out of nowhere, body going still as she arches off the bed with a loud whine in the back of her throat, walls clenching tightly around those fingers inside her. Her hand tightens in Satoru's hair, tugging sharply as she rides out the waves of her climax. It's only once she's stopped coming that she lets go, smoothing down her hair with a gentle pat; that tugging probably hurt, she assumes, in a somewhat distracted manner.

Satisfied this time with her accomplishments, Satoru withdraws her hands once Suguru has relaxed. Then she snuggles up beside her, tucking herself under Suguru's arm with her face pressed close against Suguru's shoulder, all that soft black hair against her cheek. She wants to go wash her hand and face, but she'll wait for now, letting Suguru recover and keeping her warm and safe while she does. Her Suguru. Satoru's pretty sure that she did a good job and Suguru will be pleased, but it's hard to tell with this Suguru.

Suguru indulges in that cuddling for a few minutes; Satoru did manage to wring her out, and she feels brainless and boneless, which is rarely the case for Suguru. She's the one in control, not the one rendered senseless. After a minute, she manages to bring her hand up to Satoru's head, petting her, fingers running through her white hair.

"Good girl," she murmurs, turning her head so she can kiss her temple. She remembers this much, at least. Satoru always thrived on praise. "That was amazing. You did well."

Better than what Suguru expected, in fact. She's not going to think about Satoru learning how to go down on a girl; however she learned it, Suguru benefited. She nudges Satoru's chin, starting to lean in for a kiss. She hesitates for a moment, wondering if Satoru wants that, and then does it anyway. She can taste herself on Satoru's lips, which doesn't bother her, but it does remind her that they both need to clean up. She draws back, slowly.

"Go wash up," she says, untangling herself from Satoru. "I'll get you some water." And chocolate, even though there wasn't anything really intense about their encounter.

Satoru makes happy noises in response to the praise and the kiss. Returning the kiss gladly, Satoru licks at her lips and gives a little whine when Suguru pulls away.

Still, she does want to wash up, so she gets up and goes to do that, shameless in her own nudity as she rises and goes to the little bathroom to wash her face and hands, wiping down between her legs as well to clean away the excess slick.

Then she goes to crawl back into Suguru's bed, watching Suguru with tentative and hopeful glances, quiet for now while she waits to be told what to do--and ready to argue if Suguru tries to tell her anything stupid.

Once Satoru finishes up, Suguru darts into the bathroom to clean up as well, and then joins her... what is Satoru? Her tourmate, she guesses, in bed, passing her a bottle of water and some candy.

She can't help but stare at Satoru as she drinks. Satoru's always been beautiful, and she's just gotten more gorgeous with age. Filled out into herself. Suguru has tracked her career; it's impossible not to, considering the digs and barbs and the times they'd almost run into each other at award shows and parties.

It used to be that she would always know what to say to Satoru, but Suguru finds herself tongue-tied, unsure. Unsettled. Even her usual conversation after sex is failing her, since she suspects Satoru wouldn't like that.

"You should sleep." There's nowhere else for Satoru to go, so she'll have to sleep in bed with her. "Can you sleep on the bus?"

Satoru finishes up the water and candy, steals Suguru's toothbrush to brush her teeth, then comes back again and snuggles into Suguru's arms, pulling Suguru close and ignoring any objections. "Mhm," she agrees. Suguru has a real bed and everything, even if it's never fun to sleep on a bus. Even though Satoru tends to avoid sleep, she sleeps pretty solidly once she does actually allow herself to give in to it. And being able to cuddle Suguru sounds ideal. Maybe she won't sleep after all, she'll just stay awake and enjoy being cozy in Suguru's arms. Win-win either way.

The bus rides between spots are usually Suguru's time to write or fine tune one of her songs, or fiddle with a guitar and try to compose. It doesn't always work that way, depending on what's going on, but it's better than trying to sleep and failing for various reasons. She doesn't have to be up super early, and their next venue is only a six- or seven-hour drive away. Originally, Suguru had planned to do something like that and then crash out once they reached their stopping point.

Of course, Satoru had to change that.

She doesn't expect to sleep, but with Satoru there, she isn't going to go sit on the couch and compose. Not that it wouldn't be weird, they did work together in the past, and as their current endeavor shows, they can riff off each other. But Suguru's already let down too many walls for Satoru, and she doesn't want to let her in any further.

So she wraps her arms around Satoru, running fingers through her hair, and softly hums a little tune, hoping it'll lull Satoru to sleep. "Go to sleep, I'll wake you up once we arrive."

Satoru makes a little sound of agreement, pressing a kiss under Suguru's jaw and squeezing her with a little hug. She's always been clingy, but now especially she feels possessive and emotionally vulnerable, scared that she's misjudged or that Suguru will slip away and abandon her again. All she can do right now is cling, to make sure that Suguru at least can't physically slip away while she's sleeping, not without waking Satoru up.

The hands in her hair do soothe her, though, easing that cling back to a cuddle, and then she sighs, drifting off very quickly from those hands in her hair, just like she always used to.

Since she can't get up without waking up Satoru—and Suguru suspects that was done deliberately—Suguru continues to pet her hair, staring at the ceiling and trying not to think too much about what just happened. She feels satiated and relaxed, a rare occurrence for her after sex, and she wants to savor that.

Eventually, she does fall asleep, although she wakes up once they stop, attempting to jerk upright, but she's still tangled in Satoru's arms. She shakes Satoru's arm, yawning. "We've arrived."

Satoru grumbles as she's awoken. It's nice that the bus is no longer moving, that's a plus, but having to get up? To leave Suguru's embrace? Unacceptable.

She just winds tighter, shifting her head so that she can kiss and nip at Suguru's neck and jaw. What if, instead of getting up, they cuddled and made out a bit more? Much better plan.

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sorry you're dating a needy octopus, suguru