crowspace | call me out v. 13.0

I would appreciate that very much. Should I come to you, or would you like to come here? Ranpo is out right now.

[Not that his husband would mind even if he was home.]

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is good question i not think about

promise with husband means should not be doing in i and his 's house
sensei 's RANPO is not having same rule?
is alright?

I don't think we've discussed that specifically. With a lot of our mutual lovers, he doesn't mind, but maybe it would be better to do it somewhere else.

in this case...

farm 's storehouse?
can bring out guest futon!

Sounds good. I'll be right over.

[And in a short while, Atsushi does arrive at the storehouse, dressed more simply than he usually does. This is a booty call, after all, and it's probably better not to wear too many layers.]

[Don't call it a booty call, Sensei??? ... Even if it is??? And even if Konoha thought the exact same thing and decided to leave her heavy pelt wrap at the house. With chroma not generating properly between people who had a "tolerance" for each other, Gonta had to go find his own partner, so... Well, they could meet back home later for the reclaiming part of their promise.

But first they had to take care of this particular problem...

At the sound of someone outside, Konoha opens the storehouse door and peeks out a bit shyly, waving.]

Hi, Sensei...

[Totally normal!! Except for the slight flush of untended desire and chroma drain. But that, at least, she prefers to changes in her actual behavior or mind.]

[Konoha's as cute as ever. It makes Atsushi smile as he steps inside.]

You look lovely today. May I kiss you, please?

[Once he steps inside, Konoha shuffles her hooves a bit awkwardly as she closes the door for privacy, reducing the light in the storehouse to a few lanterns. She'd done as she'd said and laid out the guest futon, and if it weren't for... the actual things that made it a storehouse, like the jars of miso and bushels of rice and vegetables hanging up to dry on racks it might actually be kind of romantic.]

I look the same as every day, Sensei...

[But jars of miso aside she still blushes at the compliment, dipping her upper spine a bit lower towards him in answer even as she already feels herself attracted to the warmth of his chroma.]

It's really okay... ? I just thought that... since last time we did it I wasn't the normal me, that... I wanted to re-do it where I don't trick you or bite you...

You're lovely every day.

[get wrecked.

He leans up, giving her a chaste and sweet kiss on the mouth for a few moments before he pulls back to answer.]

You're someone dear to me. Even without that happening, I'd still be happy to help you like this.

[How is she supposed to argue with that? She can't, because... well, when she says things like that she means it, so she certainly can't accuse him of not...

And oh. Chroma generation that she's been missing out on blossoms warm and rousing where their lips meet, providing the confirmation that this would work where it's failed with others... and her expression softens in gratitude, unable to fully cast off a touch of embarrassment and shame but willing to push through them despite. Her hands reach out, clasping his with rough hands in a gentle touch.]

I... I think I called you "sensei" last time, but... Is Atsushi better... ?

[If he was willing, and she was, and their spouses understood... Then it was fine.]

[Immediately:] 'Atsushi' is much better.

[he won't let Ranpo roleplay teacher/student with him he does not want to be reminded that Konoha is technically his student thanks.]

Atsushi, then...

[He taught her so many good lewd words to practice with, though... ! Actually no, she won't be bringing that up just yet. Instead, she smiles a little bit, dipping a bit lower and clasping his hands tighter so that this time she can be the one to kiss him, slow and tender and grateful for the help. For a chance to fulfill the needs Lunatia put on them with someone she knew and trusted.]

Is... I promise I won't bite you again, but. Is there anything else I shouldn't do... ?

[Atsushi had always seemed far more accepting of her non-human parts than she expected from most human-shaped people, but after some of her encounters her, including a man with an apparant horse phobia who had begged her not to buck or get her hooves anywhere near his head? ... She has to ask.]

[He squeezes her hands in return as he kisses her back, grateful that she'd asked.]

I can't think of anything. What about you, is there anything I should avoid?

[Grateful for the help and the chroma he brought with him, Konoha nuzzles against him for a moment, absently sniffing at his scent, trying to do her best to think if there was anything. She was usually the one doing the asking, was there anything... ?]

Um... Not anything I think Atsushi would do... So it's probably fine... ?

[She highly doubts he'd compare her to a horse or do anything rude...]

[His shampoo is lavender-scented, so she may pick up on that.

And of course he wouldn't do something so rude!!]

Alright then. I'll do my best.

[He leans up to kiss her again, a little more deeply this time.]

[No, that's not fair, she loves lavender... it makes her hum a bit with warmth, thumbs rubbing over his hands as she sinks into the kiss, dipping down a bit more from the "waist" to make it easier on him to close the differences in their heights.]

Se- You smell really nice...

[He complimented her, she has to give him one, too! And raise a bay foreleg to shyly rub up and down the outside of his leg.]

[unintentionally wrecking people all day every day]

Oh, thank you.

[The gentle touch to his leg feels good. He leans more against her, and lifts their joined hands to kiss the inside of her wrists.]

[Can't be tamed.]

I love lavender...

[Though she smells more like the earth she works and the camellia hair oil she uses, her tail flicking happily behind her at the gentlemanly kiss that makes her fingers and the corners of her lips curl.]

I like Atsushi, too..

[Not at all the same way she loved her husband, but... after all this time they'd spent together and things they'd been through... how could she not?]

That's good, because I like Konoha very much.

[Does he feel the same way about her that he feels about Ranpo or Tiger? No, but she's a dear and precious friend.

He presses another light kiss to her skin, this time to the side of her neck. No biting today.]

[She's a simple thing, with simple, tender hearts. Just that was enough to make them beat a bit faster, even as she bares her neck eagerly for the kiss.]

Oh, that is good...

[The reminder of what she'd done makes her flush a bit with a surge of arousal, though, because... well, she wasn't proud of what she'd done, then, but. It had been... a very, very satisfying series of couplings before she left him to hunt her next prey. ANd it inspires her, to do something she had then. To release his hands so that she can instead take just one, nuzzle against it, kiss against his knuckles, the tip of a finger.]

[The tender gesture makes Atsushi blush. He cups her cheek with his other hand.]

Konoha...

[He kisses her neck again, lingering longer this time.]

[Oh, no, they're both going to make each other useless... But Konoha doesn't mind, sliding a hoof along the side of his knee with a happy quiver. It's not quite natural for her yet to call him anything but "sensei", so to make sure she remembers the sounds right...]

Atsushi...

[She murmurs his name back, warm breath wafting over his finger before she presses another kiss there, shyly slips her tongue along the skin. If they were going to do things...]

Can we... I was thinking... I could try using my mouth now that my teeth aren't as sharp... ?

O-of course you can, if you want to, but don't feel like you have to...

[He's happy to go down on her but she doesn't need to feel obligated to return the favor!!]

I kind of want to try...

[Which she has to use a whisper to admit, because it feels a bit too lewd for her to be saying out loud to someone who isn't her husband, but. It's precisely because he isn't Gonta('s intimidating size) that she can say it, so...]

I can't, um... Normally do things like that, so it's kind of...

[Interesting? Curious? Novel? She laps at his finger trying to think of the right word, humming softly.]

N- New... ?

Well, alright. [He can understand 'new'.] How should I arrange myself to make this comfortable for you...?

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