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Goromi is standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling length mirror in Majima’s and Saejima’s shared bedroom, inspecting her own reflection. She strikes a pose - her hand on her hip, cocked to the side, and gives herself a stunning smile.
She looks delicious : undressed apart from a black lace bralette and a matching pair of panties. Her nails are long and in her favorite hot pink, and she’s wearing her favorite blond updo wig.
“Don’t I look great?” She shifts her gaze in the mirror and looks at Saejima, who is on the bed behind her. He’s sitting on the edge of it, leaning back on his hands.
“Ya do,” he answers, and she smiles at him.
She stretches her arms above her head and does a twirl on the spot, turning her head so she can keep looking at her reflection. “Thanks, baby. I know.”
Saejima makes a little amused sound, and Goromi throws him a glance over her shoulder. “Somethin’ funny?”
Saejima shakes his head, but the corners of his mouth quirk up in a little smile. “Nope.”
Goromi turns around fully to face Saejima, putting both of her hands on her hips as she raises an eyebrow. “Then why’re ya laughin’?”
Saejima tilts his head slightly, long hair falling to the side. He’s still smiling. “Nothin’. It’s just… ya clearly know ya look good, but ya still want me to say it.”
Saejima’s words make her smile. “What, can’t a girl wanna hear her boyfriend tell her she looks good?” She saunters over towards the bed and comes to a stop right in front of Saejima, who has to crane his neck to look up at her.
“‘course,” he says, and she reaches out to pat his cheek. “Yer very pretty,” he continues as she uses the tips of her nails to tuck some long strands of hair behind his ear.
“How pretty?” Her eyes are dark as she lets her nails drag over the skin of his cheek, to his mouth, where she thumbs at his lower lip.
“The prettiest,” he rumbles.
Goromi makes a satisfied sound and removes her hand from Saejima’s face before she gets into bed as well, immediately moving to straddle his wide hips.
Her voice is like honey when she speaks. “Why don’t ya show me exactly how pretty ya think I am?”
Saejima’s eyes twinkle when he hooks a finger into one of the straps of the bralette and pulls it off to the side, exposing her shoulder completely. A moment later, he’s leaning in and pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the tattooed skin, and Goromi sighs softly. Saejima slides his hand down the outside of her arm to cup her elbow at the same time as he keeps pressing kisses to her skin, slowly making his way up the side of her throat.
“Mmm, that’s nice…” Goromi hums, mostly to herself, letting her hands rest on his broad shoulders.
Saejima responds with a rumble of his own, deep in his chest. Goromi feels how the hand on her hip moves, sliding back to rest at the small of her back, pulling her in tighter against him. She is suddenly struck by an idea, and she pushes at Saejima’s shoulders.
Somewhat reluctantly Saejima pulls back from her neck, but when he sees the hungry look in her eyes he understands. He lets his hands fall away from Goromi’s body and lies back on his elbows.
“Further,” Goromi chimes and places her hand in the middle of Saejima’s chest, fingers splayed wide. Saejima obliges and lies down fully on his back. His hands find her hips again, thumbs sliding under the black lace. Goromi drags her hand down Saejima’s clothed chest until she reaches the bottom hem of the t-shirt, and then she slides it under the fabric, greedily feeling the hard muscle and warm skin there.
She feels Saejima growing hard against her, and she curls her nails into the hem of his pants. “What got ya so excited, big boy?” she purrs as she slips her hand inside of Saejima’s sweatpants, instantly finding his erection and wrapping her fingers around it.
Saejima groans as Goromi pulls his cock out of his underwear.
“You,” he answers truthfully and reaches up to wrap his arms around her middle. The world suddenly tilts sideways when Saejima moves under her, and Goromi finds herself on her back on the bed, with Saejima in between her legs. She lets out an excited giggle as Saejima hooks his fingers into her panties and pulls them down and completely off, throwing them carelessly to the side.
“Should wear this more often if it’s gonna make ya do this every time,” she says and reaches up to wrap her arms around Saejima’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss.
Saejima hums in agreement and kisses her back.