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[it doesn't take much longer before they arrive at the hotel. it's the kind of place she's never go to on her own, but well, since papa offered....

she goes straight for the elevator instead of having to check in, and she's preeeetty sure he still has no idea what's going on because he's an idiot.]

Is Papa renovating the house, or something??? [nope, he has no idea why they're coming here instead of going home.]

[christ you're dumber than a sack of rocks.]

No, your birthday present is just...something I wasn't comfortable giving you at home.

[she glances at his crotch and then back to his face, raising an eyebrow significantly.]

What do you mean it wasn't-- [and then her not so subtle glance at his crotch is what keys him in.] Oh....

I-If that's okay!! I don't want to do anything you aren't ready for, but, well....I've been thinking about it, and I thought it would be a fun birthday present.

No it's-- that sounds really great. [he ducks his head.] You sure about this though?

[she reaches out and grasps his hand in her own, leading the way out of the elevator and down the hall.] I'm definitely sure.

[he squeezes her hand more than he actually wanted to. oh well.] Alright then.

[they reach the appropriate door, and she notices how tight he's holding her hand. she pulls the key card out of her pocket and slides it through the reader.] Are you sure?

[he nods.] I've been ready since I touched your boob.

[PFFFFFT and people say romance is dead. it makes her laugh, at least.] Well, my boob is very honored to have made such an impression.

[she opens the door and shoos him inside.] Go take a shower, first. You're all gross from playing.

Your boob should feel honored. [he nods. and with that he heads off to shower.

Did you bring me a change of clothes? [because he doesn't mind putting on his dirty clothes, but you might.]

Yeah, I packed us an overnight bag. [it makes her feel all grown-up to do something like back us an overnight bag. she pulls out his change of clothes.] I'm setting them by the door, just grab them when you're ready.

[he gives a grunt as he starts the shower. he may spend a few more minutes longer in the shower than he usually does back home. but he just... wants to make sure that things are clean down there okay!!! once he's done he steps out and dries himself off. he puts on boxers but hesitates with the tank top she had packed for him. there's no point in wearing that right now, is there?

but even then what's the point of him wearing his boxers..... but no at least he keeps that on when he takes a step out of the bathroom.]

This is okay, right?

[she doesn't even bother to pretend like she isn't ogling him; no teenager should be that ripped and that hot. and even though she's totally slept with him in more or less this same outfit (or lack thereof) she can't help but get a bit overwhelmed by how much skin is on display.]

More than okay. [she's seated on the edge of the bed and beckons aomine closer.]

[he fidgets a little but walks closer to the bed. last minute jitters are the worst yo.]

Do you want me to sit on the bed, or... how do you want to do this? What do you want me to do?

[she rests her hands on his hips, stroking his shower-warm skin.]

I guess telling you to relax would be stupid, since I'm pretty nervous myself. [nervous giggle.] Um, you can lie down? I'm not really keen on kneeling on the floor in front of you like a porn star. Yet, anyways.

Would it even be considered kneeling with our height difference though? [aomine everybody, he'll be here till the end of the week! but he's just doing it to relieve the tension. and with that he gets on the bed and makes sure he's in a comfy position.]

Do you need me to get out of my boxers-- or?

[she gives him The Look, but can only hold it for a moment before it cracks into a smile, stripping off her t-shirt and her pants while aomine gets comfortable, leaving her in just her bra and panties set.]

Nah, leave them on. I'll take them off myself.

[besides, no offence buddy but dicks look kind of silly when they're limp.

[he looks up at her in her little underwear set and flashes her a thumbs up.] That color really looks good on you Satsuki.

[he looks at her for a bit as she looks at his dick. it's a miracle he didn't blow his load all over the tiles in the shower.] You gonna stare at it all day, or??

H-Hey, it's not like I've gotten this close to one before! Give me a second!

[them getting handsy when they wake up from naps doesn't count, and she's not really sure what to do to get this whole thing...started. so she cuddles up next to his side, leaning up to kiss him as her hand idly strokes his stomach.]

[he gives a hum of approval as she starts stroking his stomach. he runs a hand up the side her neck and laces it through her hair while they kiss. he also sort of does this so she doesn't pull away suddenly from him.]

[the kissing is easy and familiar, for all that she's usually wearing more clothes than this, so she lets the hand in her hair anchor her where she lays, more than happy to continue kissing him as she trails curious fingers over his hipbones and down to press at the dense muscles of his thighs.]

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