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Her face is slightly flushed, he notices.
Utahime speaks occasionally throughout the meeting and, in between those times, she massages her temples, as if suffering from a headache.
But Satoru knows what's the reason; he's been taking mental notes about it for a while now, gathering the evidence and analyzing it. Shoko begrudgingly lent a hand in that analysis as well, her expertise undoubted in these matters.
So, with the conclusion ready, Satoru waited patiently for the right moment, his sole interest being watching Utahime that day until the opportunity arrived, just as he had predicted.
"Hey, can you go to my office? I need to talk to you about something." He asked casually once they were out of another meeting, feeling Gakuganji’s glare on the back of his head as Utahime agreed, too deep into her deferential veneer to act on the visible suspicion in her eyes.
“I have to do something first so just go inside.” It was a trap, carefully planned and thought out for this very day.
He waited the last excruciating minutes of this farce before entering his office just seconds behind Utahime, catching her from behind with his hands on her hips as they’ve done so many times before, his lips against her ear.
“Did I scare you?” Satoru hummed, but he notices the way that Utahime relaxes against him, craning her neck to give him more access almost immediately as her hands remain on her sides. So unusual of her to not protest at his physical affection in a situation like this, but Satoru had anticipated it after his thorough analysis.
"Can I help you?" Utahime asked in a murmur, her voice quivering like her breathing.
"Nope." Satoru whispered, nipping at her ear, running his tongue around the curves to make his point. Utahime shivered, moaning deep in her throat in a way that twisted his stomach as a low groan escaped him too. His hands tighten the grip on her to roll his hips naturally against hers, giving in to the immense desire. "You can't help me, but I’m pretty sure I can help you."
“Help me with what?” His hands raked slowly up Utahime’s hips, over her stomach to her breasts, cupping them softly but her reaction was immediate, bringing one of her hands to her lips to clamp down the most delightful moan he's ever heard from her as her body melted against his, pressing his already tented pants.
Satoru’s last tendrils of composure tried to quietly hush her by kissing her neck, peppering kisses up and down her ear as his hands squeezed her breasts again. His fingers brushed over the material of her kosode to tease, dragging them slowly from the underside until they brushed past her nipples and another unbridled moan bubbled up her throat, like a cry from deep within.
"I can help you with that." Satoru chuckled against her skin, using the tip of his tongue to tease around her ear, over the spot he knew by heart would make her squirm. "You're so sensitive today." He squeezed her breasts again, his thumbs dragging around her nipples in circular motion to make his point as he fought his own urge to take her right at that moment.
"Satoru" Utahime murmured, as breathless as he was with her voice breaking at the end of his name. Satoru clamped down a moan of his own, the effect of his name on her lips making him feel feral as an implacable need rattled in his chest.
He squeezed her covered nipples with his fingers as he took her earlobe in his mouth and sucked. The moan that tore up Utahime’s throat made him grunt forcefully, his hips rocking against her back, desperately seeking friction.
“Stop teasing, I can't—" Utahime couldn't finish her plea when he repeated the motion with his fingers again, this time rougher, and a long sobbing sound mewled up in her throat.
He wanted more. Needed more of that.
Satoru’s breathing was heavy as he hushed her again, choking out a laugh, "But it's so fun teasing you." he badgered, smiling against her skin as his hands roughly undid her kosode by ripping it open and pulling a portion from beneath her hakama to give him enough space to maneuver how he wanted.
Utahime didn’t protest at his roughness, nor did she when in between kisses and bites he led them towards one of the chairs and brought her down on top of him still with her back still turned, sitting on the bulge in his pants and making the pressure so much more addictive like this.
She just felt so good.
"What if I make you come like this?" Just the thought of it made his cock twitch, so painfully hard as Utahime tugged down on his blindfold and craned his neck enough to kiss him hard, biting his tongue and lips until Satoru thought he'd go blind with desire.
Despite her previous negative, Utahime nodded into the kiss to accept his proposal.
But he wanted her to say it.
Satoru grunted low in his throat at the warmth of her skin against his hands, so soft and inviting as they ran over her hips, his fingertips carefully raking over her sides and eliciting a breathy moan from her as he approached the underside of her bra, his heart beat in up tempo with the anticipation and intoxicating arousal.
"Can you keep quiet?" Satoru’s fingers lightly grazed over the material as he spoke, pulling back just enough to stare into Utahime’s eyes, dark and heavy lidded, her face deliciously flushed.
Truly a study in need.
It made his mouth water.
Utahime nodded slowly and Satoru immediately closed the distance with a searing kiss.
"So obedient." He murmured against her swollen lips, his hands pulling up her bra with urgency and exposing her breasts finally. Utahime let out a shaky sigh that Satoru felt in his core, his legs quivering as he cupped them in his hands, feeling how hard her nipples were against his palm.
"Satoru." Utahime couldn't kiss him anymore, whining in the back of her throat after such a simple touch. Satoru complied to her needs, resting his nose against her ear and breathing hard to overstimulate her, rolling his hips along.
"Tell me.” He was gonna make her say it, as much as he wanted to bend her on the desk and fuck her blind instead. "I’ve been hard all day thinking of doing this." Utahime could barely stifle the sobbing sound that mewled up in her throat when his fingers pinched her nipples, and in response, she pressed down against his cock hard enough to make Satoru growl low in his throat.
"Then stop talking." Utahime said breathlessly, seeking friction by rolling her hips again and again. The movement was driving him delirious as he his fingers continued their motion with her nipples, one particular twist hard enough to make her body shiver, completely halting her actions as she melted against him and sloppily kissed him, her tongue languidly entwining with Satoru’s, "Please."
The rare occurrence of listening to Utahime beg and plead made his head light with, but the last tendrils of restraint kept him from having his way with her.
"Why?" He asked, pulling back enough to gaze into her eyes, filled with craving. Satoru’s nose grazed the outlines of her scar as he teased her lips with his, taunting back and forth. "Is there something you want me to do?"
Roiling desire arced through him at the sight of her still remaining defiance; Satoru rolled her nipples between his fingertips delicately now and Utahime squeezed her eyes shut immediately in ecstasy, gritting her teeth to clamp down any sound. Satoru laughed low in his throat, slowly grazing around her nipples with his fingers, making Utahime shiver and writhe on top of him, her arms coming to wrap behind his neck to keep him closer.
"I’m waiting." Satoru’s rough and heavy voice sounded foreign to his ears as he brought up a hand to cup her jaw, two of his fingers brushing on her lower lip the same way he'd just teased her breasts, feeling the vibration of Utahime’s ragged breathing deep in his gut, desire twisting like a knife.
But then, Utahime did the unthinkable when she put his fingers in her mouth and sucked on them hard. His eyes closed in pleasure and a broken growl tore out from within his chest, the oxygen leaving his lungs and feeling so close to cumming all over his pants.
"Fuck, Uta—" In his feverish state, it's like he could feel her tongue around his cock instead of his fingers. The way her hips rocked against his and her fingernails scratched his neck so good didn’t help.
He wanted her so bad, needed her.
Satoru bit her ear, sucking at her earlobe as he pulled his fingers out of her mouth and used them to go back to his previous torture, rolling at her nipples between his wet digits.
Utahime barely stifled a cry, Satoru's hushing contradicting his actions as his fingers continued the work on her sensitive breasts, leaving wet traces all over. The way she was writhing in abject need had him so close, the constant pressure against his painful erection only making it worse.
He couldn't take it anymore. His teasing was backfiring to a point of no return.
Satoru abruptly stopped when the sounds coming out of Utahime became more erratic and turned her towards him, forcing her body to straddle him on the chair.
The sight of her was making his cock twitch underneath his pants added to the delicious pressure she was exerting sitting like this, all while looking utterly disheveled; her hakama completely opened exposing her full breasts, her pink, swollen lips and lightly flushed face.
It made him shiver, his heart rattling in his chest.
"Uta—" Satoru was so mesmerized by the sight he didn't notice the hand grasping at the blindfold around his neck and roughly pulling him towards her lips, both moaning at the harsh but needed contact. His hands easily found their way to her breasts again and he couldn't quell the shaky smirk on his lips when Utahime ground her hips frantically, breathing in staccato against him as he cupped them in his hands, squeezing just enough.
She was so close— just a brush of his thumbs against her nipples had her crying and shivering like never before.
"Please just make me come." The words spilled out of her mouth unevenly, feverishly as her hands covered his by her breasts, adding to the pressure.
Satoru could feel himself coming just by those words, so dangerously close to the edge.
"Fuck, yes." Satoru couldn't control his breathing anymore, hard and ragged against her lips. His mouth bit and kissed his way down her throat with frantic and rough urgency as he brought their entwined hands to her hips, gripping tightly to keep her in place.
"Such a good girl when you're like this." He murmured against Utahime’s skin before the tip of his tongue teased around her nipple and her hands flew to wrap around his neck, head thrown back and hips grinding erratically against his bulge, her jaw set tight to not let out any loud sound but Satoru could hear them – feel them all echoing in her chest and ribs as he closed his lips around her nipple, swirling his tongue slowly.
Utahime's fingernails left burning marks in the back of his neck, the feeling no longer provoking pain but pleasure as he let go of her nipple and teasingly blew air against it, a whole-body shiver taking hold of Utahime as she choked out unintelligible words and cries, bringing a hand to cover her mouth and muffle the sounds.
Satoru couldn't stop his hips from rutting against her, feeling the muscles in his core tightening with a familiar, liquid feeling as he nip around her breasts, holding back from biting too hard and sucking lightly, pressing her nipple to the roof of his mouth.
Abruptly, Utahime's hand pulled on the blindfold by his neck to bring his lips against hers instead as she sobbed, unable to calm her breathing or the shivering of her body anymore. The overwhelming feeling drove sparks behind his eyelids as she rode him and moaned his name in a litany against his lips, his thumbs rolling her nipples until the pressure built up to a breaking point that he couldn’t postpone anymore; Utahime's name fell out of his lips and into her mouth as he came, jerking and pulsing beneath her until she tumbled down with him with a silent scream, shivering all over.
The room was spinning, every synapse buzzed and sizzled as Satoru slumped on the chair, feeling the liquid warmth spreading around his tight bulge as they both were reduced to a panting mess, Utahime resting her head on his shoulder trying to regain her breathing with shivers still raking up her body, her hands grasping at his jacket for dear life.
"Fuck." Satoru’s voice was rough, breathless against her hair as he wrapped his arms around her. " I’m not leaving you out of my sight next month around this date."
His calculations and analysis had been correct. He smiled against her ear, feeling the light chuckle that shook her shoulders at his comment.
"You're dumb." Utahime murmured against his neck, depositing the faintest of kisses before pulling back. Satoru reluctantly let his arms fall as she stared at him with something he couldn’t quite decipher in her eyes. “Is this why you told me to come to your office?”
So beautiful.
“Maybe.” Satoru couldn't stop his hand from cupping her face, tracing her swollen lip with his thumb.
Utahime rolled her eyes but didn’t pull away, “We have to go back or they’ll send someone here.”
"What if I steal you away?" He proposed, mentally chuckling to himself at the idea. "We could tell everyone we are going on a mission together."
It was ridiculous from every angle, and Utahime's incredulous laugh communicated the same feeling.
"As if anyone would believe that." She replied, fixing her clothes as much as she could and covering herself, much to his disappointment.
"That's not a no." Satoru pressed, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, "I might be greatly tempted."
Utahime studied him for a moment, still sitting on his lap with seemingly no intention of moving.
"We can't." She said calmly, yet her wistful expression betrayed her. Mirroring his position, she carefully cupped his jaw in her hand.
Satoru ignored the feeling tugging at his heart, and instead, relished in his act. "That's not a no either." It was a pointless argument, yet he continued just to see what else he could pull out of her.
Utahime shook her head, the ghost of a smile on her lips, "You're annoying too."
"You're too much to be left on your own like this" He'd had a taste and he was addicted now.
Satoru tried not to express his vast disappointment when Utahime got off his lap, using the excuse of helping her when he placed his hand on her hip; he just wanted to steal as many touches as he could, "You should call me later."
A faint chuckle came out of her lips at his words while she fixed the rest of her clothes, "Why are you talking about it like I'm sick?"
"I don’t know how much time I have left until you get your period." Satoru shrugged, smiling all lopsided at her raised eyebrow, "I have to take advantage of every second before that."
"You're acting dumb and annoying." Utahime said with her hand on his shoulder, her eyes glancing briefly at his crotch, "Are you okay?"
He didn't move from the chair, not wanting to deal yet with the mess in his briefs and his half hard erection as Utahime regarded him with a faintly amused expression, the flush on her face still present. After so many surprise missions, he had a spare change of clothes somewhere in his office. He'll live. But Satoru had other ideas in his mind, much more important ideas.
"You can make it better later" he murmured, sneaking a hand on her hip suggestively and earning another delightful shiver from her.
"How do you even know I'll be free later?" Utahime asked, deciding to ignore the reaction he pulled out of her with such a tame touch as her fingers fixed the collar of his jacket and shirt.
Satoru grinned, "A little bird told me." After he forced said little bird called Ijichi to give out the schedule for the Kyoto branch visit.
But Utahime didn't need to know those specifics.
"Okay, I don’t want to know who the bird is." She pulled away from him then, and Satoru already missed the contact as he watched her sigh, "I have to go back now"
Before he could come up with a way to keep her here, his eyes caught a glimpse of something potentially problematic.
And hilarious.
Satoru couldn't clamp down the laugh that bubbled out of his lips, shaking his entire body.
Utahime was looking at him like he’d lost his mind as he managed to point to his own neck, "You should check your neck before you leave."
Recognition flashed immediately in her eyes and Utahime’s hand flew to her neck immediately, the red flush on her expression deepening but this time out of embarrassment, "When did you-"
"I can’t remember, I—" He couldn't stop laughing as he choked out the words, "Y—you should cover that before Gakuganji has a heart attack."
The old man was going to have a fit if he saw that hickey on her neck that definitely wasn’t there an hour ago.
Utahime shot him a look of annoyance before hurriedly opening the door, "Fucker." She muttered and Satoru winked at her, taking no offense.
"I'll call you later." He waved at her and the door slammed closed loudly.
Satoru couldn’t stop smiling and laughing to himself.