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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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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.

Suguru waits for a moment after Satoru tightens her arms around her, waiting to see if she'll actually do anything else. But no, Satoru seems content to curl around her and kiss. (How Satoru's kissing and nipping at her without opening her eyes is beyond her, but then, a lot of what Satoru ends up like that.)

"No getting up yet?" she asks, teasingly. They still have hours yet before anything will even be close to set up for the evening, so there's no huge rush to get up. She slips her arms around Satoru again, pulling her closer. "Go back to sleep. My manager will wake us up in a few hours."

Satoru just gives a satisfied rumble at this, easily accepting the instruction and snuggling contentedly, giving up on her kisses for now. She sighs once, a sleepy huff, and then she's gone again, drifting off to sleep, trusting her own entangling limbs to keep Suguru close.

When she wakes again several hours later, yawning, Satoru shifts a little against Suguru, then reaches for one of her breasts to give it a squeeze, just because she can.

Unable to do anything else, since Satoru was basically an octopus, Suguru ended up dozing longer, and was still asleep when she felt Satoru moving, murmuring sleepily. She wasn't expecting much, since it didn't seem time to wake up yet— she trusted her manager to wake her up on time, and there hadn't been an alert yet.

Satoru squeezing her breast makes her eyes fly open, suddenly wide awake. "Satoru!" she says, gasping and covering her chest as though she were a maiden. "What was that for?"

What a ridiculous question. As though she didn't know.

Satoru laughs at this dramatic reation, perplexed by Suguru's drama and scandal. She gives her friend an amused smirk, shaking her head, because Suguru's ridiculous. "This is what shocks you? After the places my face and hands were last night? A boob grope undoes you? Because I could grope other things instead, if it would help."

Not waiting for any reaction, Satoru's hand starts immediately sliding down Suguru's belly...

"It's not that!" Some of it is that. She's not used to falling asleep with people, or random groping in the middle of the morning, especially on her bus. Which is the bigger issue. Her eyes dart to the door leading into the bedroom, which is still closed. There are no sounds from beyond the door, and chances are high they are in the bus alone. But it's still more public than most places.

She flops back to the bed, assured no one is going to break into the room, and grabs Satoru's hand, capturing it and raising it up as she rolls on top of Satoru, pining her hand to the pillow.

"Are you always in moods like this when you wake up?" she asks, knees on either side of her torso, pinning her down.

"No, not usually." Satoru grins up at her, eyes sparkling with wicked pleasure, all the more so now that Suguru is naked and on top of her. This is an excellent turn of events. "But when I wake up in bed with a hot babe? How can I help it?" Since Suguru only pinned one hand, which really seems like an oversight, Satoru starts running the other hand up the outside of Suguru's thigh, mostly in hope that her other hand will also get pinned.

She does get her wish: Suguru grabs her hand and pins it over her head, leaning over so she can fully press Satoru down to the bed. Her breasts press against Satoru's, nipples pebbling at the sensation.

"We're stopped and there are dozens of people wandering around outside the bus, and you're trying to grope me." She smirks. "Misbehaving on purpose, or just reacting on instinct? I never was sure if your brattiness when we were younger was done to deliberately provoke me or just because."

She had responded to that behavior, although not in the same way as now, pushing Satoru back in line somewhat— not enough to break her but just to keep them out of too much trouble. She had enjoyed the acting out, and it was one of the things that led her to figure out what she enjoyed in bed.

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Cheeks flushing and breath hitching, Satoru's wicked teasing loses its edge as Suguru pins her down. She arches up into it, pressing their chests together more, legs shifting against the bed and trying to lift her hips. "Some of all the above," Satoru answers, flexing her wrists to test Suguru's grip. She's noticed that Suguru has definitely been going to the gym. Suguru was always strong and in shape, but now she's more solid than Satoru, and Satoru's very hungry to try and test that strength. "I mean, with results like this ..." Definitely positive reinforcement to grope and get pinned more often.

When Satoru tries to lift her hips and flex her wrists, Suguru drops her weight, holding her in place, pinning Satoru to the bed. Her smile shifts, much more devious, and her eyes glint. She's surprisingly aware despite having been startled awake.

"Can't even let a lady sleep with those wandering hands of yours." She tsks at Satoru, shifting her hips so she can slide a leg between Satoru's, pressing up against her crotch. "Did you wake up horny, baby, or is that just your natural tendency?"

"It's all you," Satoru responds, with a little whimper as Suguru's leg presses higher. She grinds against it without hesitation, hips lifting as her body undulates up under Suguru, savoring every square inch of their bodies pressed together, with Suguru's breasts warm and soft against her, the solid strength of Suguru's muscles, the tight grip of Suguru's hands keeping her in place. "And here you are, actively exacerbating the situation."

Suguru hums thoughtfully. She doesn't entirely believe Satoru's words about it being just her, but she'll take it.

"Maybe I want to see what you'll do with it," she says, not bothering to move away from Satoru at her words. She is curious to see what Satoru will do, how far she wants to go with this, and what she'll do in return. Though it's not all: she's dreamt of this before, desired this very thing. Why not take advantage if Satoru wants to be there? Despite her misgivings, it's not like Suguru is going to deny herself completely. "Besides, I can see you're enjoying it."

"What do you want me to do with it?" Satoru asks, sweet with promise, lifting her pretty blue eyes to Suguru's face with a seductive look filled with invitation and challenge. "Wasn't I good for you last night, Suguru?"

Suguru's thigh between her own creates the inherent opportunity for Satoru's own thigh to lift up, pressing between Suguru's legs in return, giving her something to grind against. "All these promises you've made about handling brats, bossy as you are... why don't you tell me what I should do?"

"You were a good girl," Suguru agrees, voice a purr as she grinds down against Satoru's thigh. She's slick already, thanks to waking up with Satoru's hands on her, and their play; Satoru's always turned her on just by being there, which had been a frustrating and shameful realization at first— turned on by her groupmate, what was wrong with her— and also helpful in understanding herself.

"What if I want you to stay there and keep being a good girl for me?" Suguru continues, leaning down so she can press her lips to Satoru's jaw, then along her neck. She won't leave marks, not with another concert that evening, but she can at least tease. "It would please me the most if you let me touch you."

Satoru shivers and blushes at the request and the sweet kisses. She knew how to be wicked and incendiary, she was good at banter and challenge, but sweetness left her wholly out of her depth.

"Yes, Suguru," Satoru murmurs, her own edge of bratty challenge immediately softened into the desire to please. It's a little bewildering that what Suguru wants most from her is for Satoru to accept pleasure, and Satoru doesn't at all know what to do with that, but she's not about to say no. As long as she gets to keep Suguru's attention, approval, affection ... she'll do anything. "Please, Suguru."

Everything I got, I got working for me

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sorry you're dating a needy octopus, suguru

needy octopus is so satoru

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