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[no, it's going to be JOHN CENAAAAAA.

she laughs lightly, nuzzling her nose against his neck, trying to be sweet, but he's only encouraging her filthy thoughts. that girlish giggle transforms into a low chuckle, and she traces a finger down his chest.]

As much as I'd like to hear you sing again, I'm curious about how you intend to wear me out. [let's see how flustered he gets.]

[get out

Ok she's going to kill him. Is that her plan? Is she that diabolical? Bonerlical? ....Kondo is pretty sure she's partly that way, yes. But is that her intention now? He's getting too warm in the face to decide, and then a flare of heat bolts up where her finger traces his chest.

He shimmies her in his arms a little, a spring in his step]

Oh, I have my ideas...but they're surprises. We don't wanna ruin it, right?

[of your swamp? no.

of course she's partly like that, but she might be holding off on homicide for a bit. she can't destroy him before she's seen him naked. that would be a waste! sliding her hand back up his chest to his shoulder, she glances up to him with a hint of a smirk.]

Of course! But can't you give me a hint? Just one~?

[you will be drowned in waffles

ok but that's nice....a sound almost like a purr rumbles through his body and he leans in to nuzzle his cheek to hers. God, she smells so good]

Well...it involves our knees touching.

[GOOD. bonkey approves.

now he's going to kill her. that's not fair. he can't be this alluring, not when he's trying to keep it innocent. (maybe?) she nuzzles him in return, closing her eyes for a moment.]

That's quite the hint. Is that all I'm getting? And is that all we're doing?

[LEAVE

He peers into her face, the way her lashes curl just so over apple'd cheeks, the flush of warmth he feels in her little body, radiating into his, and for a moment he can't decide, before the door, how to get it open.

And then he remembers he's got a foot, the door was open just a tiny crack, and so he nudges a toe in there to push it open.]

That's not all-- what do you take my surprises for, hmmm~? It's gotta be great.

[NEVER. YOU CAN'T MAKE ME.

his pause in front of the door gets her to open her eyes and giggle softly at him, also swinging out her foot to push at the door. teamwork!]

Of course it'll be great. It's one of your surprises, isn't it? [there's an earnestness in her voice, but she doesn't look at him, opting to face forward into her room.]

[JUST WATCH ME

He laughs, earnestly and booming; what wonderful teamwork! Look at that not so dainty, but powerful, foot work. Kondo saunters on in, his gaze flickering about the room, before he deposits her gently onto the bed.]

Yeah, yeah....there's no promises other than...I'll be with you.

[he stands there for a moment, just drinking in the sight of her]

[how's that gonna work out

at his laughter, she laughs with him, but she muffles herself against his neck.] Don't forget the kids are down the hall, my knight. [she doesn't want him to stop laughing, nor does she care if either of them wake up to find them together, but he might.

she's rather reluctant to leave his arms, no matter how comfortable her bed is. her hands slide down his arms, fingertips brushing over the top of his hands and fingers, gazing up at him with wide, blue eyes. there's something about the way he looks at her that sends sparks through her. (no reason to fear fireworks anymore if he keeps setting them off under her skin.) running her hand through her hair, she leans back on her other hand and keeps her voice soft.]

And I wouldn't ask for anything more. I'll be happy as long as we're together.

[not gonna ruin the surprise

Her touch tingles along every hair on his body (yes, even those ones), every nerve and node, up his spine to leave even tingles on the tip of his tongue. But then again, she always leaves him like that, just seeing her.

Kondo's heart feels as though its fit to burst and his grin widens, probably splits his face, but he doesn't care; no, he throws himself down onto the bed beside her, lets one arm flop over her waist.

He presses his nose to hers, then.]

Me too. That's enough for me....that and that light show I promised.

[no tell me

that smile of his is brilliant, breathtaking, and she does her very best to match him. (of course, it never will-- he is the sun, after all.) when he flops down, she lets out a small 'oof!' in surprise, then curls up close to him, her legs brushing against his.]

Light show? Did I miss something? I thought there was only going to be knees involved~

[i refuse

and he's just gonna keep his hand where it is across her waist, two fingers tap at her hip as he snuggles and curls against her. He nudges his knee with hers. God, the nightgown isn't exactly short but.....fuck, dem legz.

It takes him a moment to register her words because Kondo's just been gazing at her, but then:]

Hmmm...? Oh, ah! It's uh, light shows of the knees I guess?

[ 8( terrible. i want to know.

there's comfort in being smaller than him, in being enveloped in his arms and fitting so well with him. she's never considered herself tiny in any way of the word, but against him, milly feels so little, but safe, actually protected. (in the back of her mind there's a vague thought: if he's her knight and her shield, then his lady must undoubtedly be his sword. perhaps in this moment, she's only big enough to be a dagger, though.) one hand moves to rest on his chest while her other arm wraps around it, her body flush to his.]

What a show! But did you mean a light show on my knees? I could make you see stars behind your eyes~ [it's a joke, said so playfully and sweetly that it doesn't even sound like she's suggesting he drop his pants.]

[nope its also a surprise

and she fits so damn well in his arms too. She and him and Aikuro, they fit together like puzzle pieces that were meant to bring about this big, wonderful picture. He continues to poke and brush the tip of his nose to hers, then to her cheek, the corner of her soft mouth. It's like a dream, all of this.

He's dreamy even as her words somewhat register--]

Yeah, like tha- wait, what?!?! Nonononnoo! If anything, it'd be my kne- I mean! Milly-chaaaaaan!

[but what if i don't like surprises...

as he nuzzles her, she sighs softly, melting under each touch, her fingers tracing light, swirling patterns on his back. once he finally realises what she's said, though, she laughs without restraint, barely muffling herself as she buries her face in his hair.

but she wants to play a little more, and her lips graze his ear, her voice teetering on a whisper.] Yes, Isao~? Is there something wrong?

[you know u do

god she smells too, too good and her soft touches are like bolts of lightning up his chest; even his nipples are hard at the touch. Nearly everything's standing on end.

He gurgles and wiggles, laughter spouting from flapping lips]

Wrong? Something wrong?! Noooo, no no, nothing's wrong! Everything's just dandy and warm! It's just...the knees..

[NO I DON'T

now that's the reaction milly was hoping for-- he's absolutely adorable when he's flustered. (he's absolutely adorable all the time, but details...) she scoots down to face him better, her nightgown riding up over her thighs, her leg hooking around his.]

Warm, hmm? Must be the summer air. Nothing else. What about the knees, though? Should I cover mine up?

[she tries to look like the picture of questioning innocence, but her lips twitch with a hint of a mischievous smile, and her eyes are alight with playfulness, and perhaps a bit of something more.]

[ok but Kondo, at this point, might not make it-- legs were one thing, knees are another, but that hint of thigh and what remains beyond that-- a thong? biki cut? Just what fate awaits him-- that makes Kondo incredibly hot beneath the collar.

One hand, that tricky, tricky hand, curls along her knee. The flesh of his palm lightly strokes.]

NO! I mean, er, no...you should be free in your own home. Don't let me tell you what to do.

[God, that look!!! He smiles back at her.]

[what's under that nightgown? could be nothing if he plays his cards just right.

this hasn't stopped being a game the entire time-- like gay chicken, but with straight(????) people? yet, she's the only one really playing. but more than that, it's becoming less of a joke and much more real, what with the moonlight dancing across his features and reflecting in such honest, dark eyes.

she pauses for a moment, breathing in his scent as she examines him, her face clean of playfulness for a moment. but it returns soon enough, and she winks to him.]

But what if I want you to order me around, hmm~? I could be at your mercy, Commander Kondo~

[is she teasing? is she serious? It Is A Mystery.]

[his sputtering becomes more pronounced as her soft, creamy skin comes into contact with his palm...as the nightgown hem skirts up dangerously a little more because of the brush from his hand.

His cheeks are red as firetrucks, as red as blood, and all he can do is swivel his gaze between her face and where his hand resides, possibly forever, or at least summer vacation.]

It-it isn't right, m'lady! It's my job to follow your orders, after all. I've gotta do what you say...or else...

[he murmurs, peeking down to brush his lips against hers softly]

[she's got half a mind to take his hand and put it on her ass, but that would ruin the moment and end this dance of theirs. he can do it himself, eventually. her focus returns to him, and his expression, smiling gently up at him, far too pleased with all of his reactions.

she laughs lightly, and taps her fingers against his back, keeping her voice sweet and soft.] Or else what? And what if I order you to tell me what to do? What then~?

[she'd probably ask more questions, but his lips so close to hers shut her up. like a sunflower stretching towards light, she tilts her head up towards him, holding her breath as she parts her lips ever so slightly.]

Seppuku or a muzzle or something, I guess?

[But his tone isn't confused, no, not in that dopey way he usually is. Kondo's distracted, overly distracted by the play of moonlight on that swan's neck of hers, on the plump lips mere inches from his own, and ripe, so ripe for the taking if he just moves a little more...

All of a sudden a yawn nearly cracks his jaw open and consequently cracks his mouth over hers once that fat mouth closes with a click of teeth behind his lips, not enough to bite, but enough to make an embarrassing noise in the dead of this night.

All the more for it, he parts his mouth and brushes his bottom lip against hers.]

Mm... I don't like either of those. I'll really only pout if you don't listen to me.

[or beat him into submission, but that's for another day.

milly can't help but laugh at the yawn, ducking her head for a moment as she giggles, but she's back with him soon enough, eyes shut as she finds his lips with hers, though barely. they're so close (to what? so much.) but she doesn't move towards him, whispering against his mouth.]

You didn't answer me, Isao... What if I order you to tell me what to do?

You sure? I figured you'd get my handcuffs...

[And then he's grinning again to accompany her giggles, smiles into her mouth and hums against her, fingers curled around the small of her back. They softly explore the expanse of fabric, barely there, that covers her waist.

Kondo peeeeers at her lips when she speaks:]

I guess I'd....I'd follow them. If you want me to. Yeah?

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thank u, boo boo. i'm disappointed i missed the chance to say "liz reemix" tho

FUCK...thats a good one too

dreeco malfoy has ur back

thanks...i appreciate it; u dont have 2 go 2 ur room this time

thanks dad ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

puts u over my knee

oh my~ what kind of dad are you

not a squid one

what the hell does that even mean

OH or octopus dad?? idr

WHAT IS THIS FROM WHAT REFERENCE ARE YOU MAKING

A GAME ;;

BUT WHICH ONE

A STREAM PC ONE!! with squids

this makes sense but i still have no idea what you're talking about

well....;; oh well

rip cephalopod dad game thing

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