It's (Not) The Same

Well hers was a fair point. Akihiro's sense of smell was nowhere near as good as Ikomiki's, at least not passively. So he didn't quite consider how having her sleep in his bed would get his scent on her. Then again he wasn't entirely sure the marks she was leaving on him would keep her scent for too long, especially if left on his neck. They seemed to be more like visual cues, a warning to all others to say away lest they wished to face the predator who had marked this territory. With these silly thoughts in his mind Akihiro found himself feeling like a tree, scratched by a cougar. Was this how Senju felt all the time? It was an odd feeling for sure. But why was he thinking of the Senju just now? Damn, Akihiro thought way too much.

Her slight moan was nothing compared to the long voice echoes she had produced at the hot springs last night, but it had a similar effect of arousing him even further. Her hands combing through his hair felt incredibly good. unknowingly she was giving him a massage that helped him relax and focus on his task at hand more easily. Despite this, he couldn't help but chuckle a little when she compared him to a baby. Yet again she wasn't wrong, it was just not the kind of thing that Akihiro would've thought of in that moment. Then again he'd been thinking of how he felt like a tree earlier so who was he to judge.

He would withdraw from the relentless attack on her chest and look up a little, finding that adorable face which so often held a pouty expression. But not this time. The moisture in his underwear would not go unnoticed by the Uchiha despite the mix of sensations he was feeling ad the moment, and her hip movements were very much driving him crazy. To think the only thing separating the two was an Uchiha symbol imprinted somewhere it had no business being.

Despite all this there was something bothering, something pecking at him in the back of his mind. Time. Responsibilities. The poor Uchiha kid he was supposed to go teach. Akihiro couldn't believe he was about to get cock blocked by this kid and found himself hating her already. But it wasn't just the kid... Considering how his experience had went last night, Akihiro had no doubt he'd be able to, well, enjoy himself in a short time frame if he really wanted to. But that felt selfish. Both him and Ikomiki were inexperienced, they were in this adventure together. Cumming and leaving in a rush without taking care of his partner felt like abandoning the poor kitty and it made Akihiro feel so bad just at the possibility that he decided to abandon that choice as soon as he considered it...almost. Almost as soon.

"Iko, listen." He bit his lower lip for a second, trying to take back control of his instincts. "I very much want to do this, but I can't run any more late than I already am. Otherwise the elders of the Clan will want to nag me for it, which means more meetings, which means more time away from you." He'd kiss her again, cursing himself for having to do this. Perhaps he wasn't enough of a rebel. Perhaps he needed to go out and destroy a city near Kumo more often. Once their kiss broke, he'd speak again. "And we definitely don't want that, do we?" he'd make his own hip movement, unable to resist doing so. Akihiro could only hope she would understand,

The Uchiha Clan elders have officially earned her ire. She would find a way to get her revenge in time. Her shoulders would visibly droop as he gave his explanation, disappointment obvious in both her face and body language. If the Uchiha Clan was pulling Akihiro away from her then she would just have to dispose of them. Yes, that was a good idea. The simplest solution was always the best. This was what happened when Ikomiki returned to refusing to think about anything and just going with her instinct.

“You’re choosing to talk to a bunch of old people instead of staying here with me? Tsk.” That quick kiss of his would shut her up quick, and even though she pressed back into it she still had that frustrated mood that was beginning to revv up. Even if it did make her heart flutter, just a kiss wasn’t going to stop her from being upset right now. The reasoning he gave was likely correct, but in the moment she didn’t really care about that too much. There was only today, only right now. Thinking ahead wasn’t her strong suit. Especially now that Akihirio was bucking his hips back, a movement which sent a slight shiver through her core.

Once she was released from his lips she would stand, getting off of him and standing with arms crossed. Probably for the best, as it was getting to the point where she wouldn’t be able to resist any longer if she stayed in place. There would be a little stain left on his shorts where she had sat, right over that clan symbol. How amusing. Even so, she couldn’t help but give him the stink eye.

“You said doing it was supposed to be for fun, but here you are thinking it’d be more fun to go to clan meetings. Fine then.” Harumph. Obviously she was partly teasing him now, being overdramatic for sure, but she definitely was still frustrated. She would spin on her heel, her hair whipping around as she did and smacking him directly in the face by accident, before she would march off in the other direction. She was going to leave the room before realizing this was his house and she had no idea where she would go, so instead she went back to the other side of the table and returned to her chair. A bit awkward for all the dramatic pomp she put into it.

"Oh believe me, it's not really my choice." he assured her. Akihiro was obviously disappointed as well, but there was really not much he could do about it. Avoiding responsibilities was something allowed to lowly Genin and perky cat girls whose clan didn't stalk them wherever they went. He wondered if he'd get to meet Ikomiki's clanmates one time, wherever it was they lived. Probably not a good idea. He loved Ikomiki and was perfectly happy to stay by her side but the idea of having to spend a weekend dealing with a family of 10 Ikomikis was in itself exhausting just to think about, in more ways than one.

Her getting off his lap like that provoked a terrible feeling within him. It felt like a mistake, counter intuitive, something that should not be done. And yet he did nothing while he witnessed her getting off and pouting. Blinking as her hair hit his face, Akihiro watched Ikomiki walk away completely naked. A poor sight indeed, not due to the shape of her body but rather due to the direction she was walking. Away from him. That simply could not do, Akihiro would not have her walk away from him completely naked without some sort of reprisal! A devious smile appeared on his lips as an idea crossed his mind. A smile she would not be able to see was followed by steps she would not be able to hear due to the Silent Killing technique. Quick steps, one foot after the other, Akihiro followed her as soon as she began taking distance. It was important to get to her before she could turn around!

*Smack*

A light tap on her butt and a big chuckle from the man echoed around the house, and a Flying Thunder God mark was placed on her right butt cheek. It was loud, but more due to clever hand positioning than actual strength. It wasn't like Akihiro had the strength to actually hurt Ikomiki like that. Before she could turn around to retaliate however, he would embrace her from behind. His raging boner touching her while he made no effort to hide or close it. In fact one could swear Akihiro was actually casually moving his hips towards her, making a motions as if he were about to take her from behind. "I promise we'll have a lot of fun when I come back, I promise I'll be thinking of you the whole time, and I promise to bend space and time to get here faster. In fact, now I can come right back to you." He'd spin them both around a little, until his back was turned towards the room they'd slept in. "But for now I must go perform far less entertaining activities. Be a good girl, will you?" He'd pat her head and kiss her neck before running off to the bedroom and dressing up fast. Blowing her one last kiss, Akihiro vanished.

[Exit]

Even as he had reassured her, Ikomiki was set in her ways. Stubborn and frustrated at being denied in the moment, there was little he could say that would make her feel any better. After all, words were cheap. Actions were the only thing that mattered. This was a way of thought that would quickly bite her in the ass, hilariously. The same trick that she had played, liberal use of the Silent Killing technique, was repeated back on her. But instead of sneaking up on him at the hot springs she was stalked as she took those few steps in the other direction. The slight hesitation came, pausing as she realized that storming out of the room entirely would have been a poor idea, and that was when it hit her.

Smack.

She nearly jumped, being sent up to her tiptoes in shock from the sudden sting of the impact. Her back would arch, and her mouth would be caught in the awkward shape of a half-formed yelp that never quite left her throat. The imprint of his hand on her ass was something she could feel against her skin, and instantly she was sure there was a red-mark now that perfectly matched up with his handprint right on her ass. Not just that… The seal. She could almost feel the imprint of the seal on her ass right beneath where his handprint was. The ink that now marked her like some sort of tattoo was stuck in her mind. He had marked her. It was almost the same as what she had just done to him, but much more permanent and with the added ability to teleport to her whenever he wanted. Her mouth was actually caught open in shock at the sheer audacity of it. Even if it didn’t hurt.

Before she could turn around he would have her, tight in his arms and that was the only thing that stilled her from turning around. Her entire face was bright tomato red, beaming bright like headlights along with an almost worryingly dangerous looking scowl. If it wasn’t for him embracing her like this then who knows what her reaction would have been, but it seems like that close physical contact was enough to calm all the potential energy out of her limbs and steady her into stillness. The fact that he was touching her with his dick like this clearly helped a bit too, and from the way he was moving his hips now it only took a second for that anger to melt away and leave her a bit weak at the knees.

“Yoouuu…” The word was drawn out, shaky and husky under her breath. A low growl in her throat. As he held her like this she couldn’t help but lean against him slightly, huffing a bit. Even if she was angry, it was hard to deny just how much that aroused her. It was maybe the most dominant thing that Akihiro had done so far, and she would be lying if that sort of behavior didn’t excite her a bit.

“You better. You better, you better.” She would respond to his promises quickly, relaxing entirely now as he would pet down at her head. As he rushed away from her, and out of the room entirely, Ikomiki would fall down to her knees, and then rest down on her butt against the floor of the room. Gently, gingerly, she would reach back to feel across her butt where he had smacked her, biting at her lower lip as she felt across the skin.

“Akihiro…” He was playing a dangerous game, whether he knew it or not.

[Exit]