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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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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."

Expecting more banter or teasing, or at least some pushback, the sight and sound of Satoru yielding so sweetly makes Suguru thoughtful. Her lips quirk into a soft grin for a moment, and she kisses the hollow of Satoru's clavicle.

"That's my Satoru," she says, nuzzling her way down Satoru's body, sliding down the bed so she can nestle between her legs. Her fingers tug on the waistband of her panties, sliding them down slowly. She kisses each inch of skin revealed, lightly teasing her mound with her tongue. It's still not really a safe place to leave marks, but she can nip at the skin without too much worry.

Blushing at this gentle praise and at Suguru working her way lower, Satoru chews on her lower lip while she watches Suguru, lifting her hips to allow her panties to be removed. Her breath quivers as Suguru's tongue slides out to tease her, gliding over sensitive skin, and Satoru can't help the needy noise she makes.

"Say again that I'm your Satoru," she prompts softly, then bites her lower lip again, managing to look both pouty and shy. She's scared that Suguru might retract the words now that Satoru's drawn attention to them, but she tries anyway, wanting to belong to her Suguru.

That prompt makes Suguru quirk an eyebrow. It's a demand she didn't expect, not from Satoru, who had seemed so fiercely independent and wild at times, striking off on her own so often that Suguru had felt a burden, a hindrance. After everything, when Suguru found the control and release in her noctural activities, Suguru had assumed Satoru wouldn't want that sort of hold. Kinky sex, sure, but not the belonging that Suguru wanted.

That Satoru wants those specific words— to be Suguru's— makes her wonder. But those aren't thoughts she can entertain; not now, between them, when so much remains unsaid, and also not in the moment, when Suguru is presented with a cunt waiting for her to put her lips and tongue and fingers on it, and in it, already glistening and beckoning. Depth isn't necessary so early.

"My Satoru," she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the small patch of curls above her slit. She looks up again to see Satoru's expression as she pulls the panties off completely, discarding them to the side. "You're being such a good girl for me right now."

Satoru whimpers again at that soft kiss, and blushes as Suguru admires her cunt. Even though Satoru knows her body is stunning, her cunt is something more intimate, the folds of it messy and a little uneven. She likes how it looks, but it doesn't fall into the same taut, tidy control she can exert over the rest of her body. She can sculpt her abs, build up her arms, accentuate her face with makeup, but her cunt is something intimate and untamed, a place where she feels vulnerable instead of powerful.

Suguru's praise makes her feel all the more flustered and vulnerable, bringing out a shy softness in her nature that she wasn't entirely aware that she had. If anyone else had tried calling her a good girl, she would have either laughed at them or verbally eviscerated them. But for Suguru, she wants to be good. She wants Suguru to mean it.

She lifts her leg a little, brushing her foot against Suguru's side, teasing and affectionate, seeking more contact because she finds she wants to be tangled up with Suguru, cuddled back into her arms.

The teasing drag of Satoru's foot, pale and slim and long like the rest of her, captures Suguru's attention, and she qurisk an eyebrow, studying her friend. Are they still friends? Hard to say, considering their past.

"What do you want. Satoru?" she asks, shifting from her place between Satoru's legs to lean up and give her a kiss. She presses her leg between Satoru's, rubbing it against her cunt to give her some friction.

Satoru moans gratefully at the kiss, arching up against her, and moans again into it as Suguru's leg presses up between her thighs. She writhes under Suguru, shivering at the feeling of being caged in under her lover, of Suguru claiming control over her like this. "I ..." It was hard to think like this, her mind already scattered with pleasure, and she wanted to melt into Suguru's control, to have all her senses overwhelmed with Suguru. She's not even sure what is being asked of her, if Suguru is expecting her to name a specific act. She wants to belong to Suguru. She wants to be told she's a good girl again. She wants pleasure and attention. She thinks of asking if Suguru's got a strap, but then hesitates in case Suguru takes that as some sign that Satoru would rather be fucking someone with a dick.

It's strange to feel this insecure. Satoru's always been shamelessly confident, expecting the world to move aside and make room for her, expecting success to come easily. But when it comes to Suguru, all she wants is to stay at her side, to have all of her attention, to have Suguru obsessed with her and hungry for her. She wants Suguru to stay, and that's not something she can ask for.

"I don't fucking know, Suguru," she says, voice cracking.

Suguru does have a strap, although the harness isn't with her on tour. She's never taken it on a tour, and never had plans to, since sex wasn't really something she focused too much on during a tour. Anything she needed to deal with could be handled with fingers and the toys she did bring. And it's for the best that Satoru doesn't ask; another person asking that, she'd be fine with it, but Satoru resides in a murky gray area. There had always been men around, men involved in Satoru's life, romantic and otherwise, and Suguru still has a hard time believing she's romantically interested in another woman.

Anyone else, Suguru could handle. But Satoru sneaks beneath any walls she's created, as easily as she breathes. Suguru doesn't like the idea of trusting her once-best friend and crush with her heart again.

Suguru saw Satoru at her worst and her best. She knows her friend, even if it's been nearly a decade since they were friends. And like Satoru, it's strange to see her unsure, voice cracking, unable to voice what she wants. Part of her wants to be smug about it because it's not unusual for women to come to her and then not be able to ask for what they want. Part of her wants to bundle Satoru up and reassure her. Part of her wants to tell Satoru to figure it out and storm off. She can't do that, of course, since it's her bus, and she's still naked. She can't really bundle Satoru up and reassure her; that's not her place. But being smug about it also doesn't fit for this moment between them, stretched as tense as a guitar string that's been twisted too tightly, ready to snap at the wrong move.

Instead of any of that, Suguru drops her head, pressing her lips to Satoru's in a brief, hard kiss. "Then let me give you what I want," she says, when she breaks the kiss, and shimmies down Satoru's body again, lying between her legs. She doesn't stop to admire this time, but lifts one of Satoru's legs to her shoulder, and drags her tongue along Satoru's labia.

Satoru makes a grateful sound at the kiss, even though it doesn't linger. She doesn't have any time to squirm or be nervous beyond that, though, before Suguru is between her legs and she feels the wet heat of Suguru's tongue dragging over her folds.

"Ah!" Shuddering, Satoru arches, head falling back. "Suguru."

Her hand steals down, settling into Suguru's hair, tangling possessively into the strands. She's not sure what's happening to her, this feeling of desperation and clinginess. She's always been needy for attention, always been fixated upon Suguru, but this feeling of vulnerability is new. She feels fragile, and miserably certain that Suguru is going to shove her out into the cold at any moment. This is only temporary. Suguru isn't someone she gets to keep.

"Suguru," she repeats, voice cracking with a plea.

Maybe, Suguru thinks, if they didn't have ten years of acrimonious tension between them, Suguru would understand better the plea in her voice and know what to provide her— a hug, a kiss, reassurance, comfort, an orgasm. Suguru doesn't know exactly what she wants. Suguru doesn't know what she wants, let alone Satoru.

But she's in the middle of a task, something important, and Suguru has always been able to focus intensely. With Satoru's hands in her hair, and thighs bracketing her head, Suguru keeps doing what she had been doing: focusing her attention and her mouth on Satoru's cunt. She presses a finger, then two, inside her hole while she flicks her tongue over Satoru's clit with gentle pressure. Her free hand digs into Satoru's thigh, where she's holding her leg open; she forgets to be careful, so chances are she'll leave a bruise.

She hums against Satoru, flicking her eyes up to look at the other woman.

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