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"I just want to thank you again..." Mizuki says as Ena closes the door behind her. They're hanging out at Ena's house, and Mizuki has been profusely thanking Ena for letting her hang out. Ena can't quite read her expression, since she is preoccupied with locking the door.
"Really Mizuki, it's nothing, it's the least I could do for y-" Ena turns around and freezes, her voice dying in her throat. Mizuki has this look. It's not like one that Ena has seen before. No, she has seen it, in between a kiss and a makeout session. Just not this... untamed.
"No ones home, right...? That means I can thank you." Mizuki says, taking a step forwards to grab Ena's wrist with gentle fingers. Ena is confused though. What does Mizuki want? Because that's certainly desire in her eyes.
"Why would you need- oh." And oh indeed, as Ena's face flushes the deepest shade of red that she has ever experienced. Mizuki wants... that.
"Yeah Ena. Oh." Mizuki says, and finally, finally her teasing nature is back as she gives a slight roll of her eyes. "I want that."
"Well- how do you know we're thinking of the same thing?!" Ena says, still blushing, looking away from Mizuki's lustful—yes, that was it—stare. "I'm not as dirty-minded as you."
"Aw Ena, I know we're thinking about the same thing. Look at your face, baby." Mizuki smiles, if not with a little malice, and Ena tries for a glare. Unfortunately, in her flustered state, her next words come out without thinking.
"And what is it I'm thinking about? Care to show me?" Ena says boldly, putting a hand on her hip and forcing her blush down her neck. She expects the statement to fluster or surprise Mizuki, but the Editor simply smiles.
"Gladly princess. But first," Mizuki says, taking Ena's hand in hers, "Bedroom?"
"Mhm." Ena hums, unable to speak due to her nervous energy. As Mizuki leads her to Ena's own bedroom (Ridiculous, really.), Ena makes note of something.
Mizuki's hands are shaking.
Mizuki is nervous too.
The thought calms Ena, her nerves oddly sated by it. She gives Mizuki's hand a squeeze, and they enter the bedroom. Ena lets go of Mizuki's hand, moving to close the door and lock it carefully, before turning back towards Mizuki. The editor wears an expression somewhere between apprehension and excitement, and Ena has to force herself not to laugh at it a little.
"Such a smooth-talker, huh?" Ena coaxes, and Mizuki flushes. "Right up until now?"
"I just- I don't- I don't know how to do this." Mizuki mumbles, wringing her hands, "I'm nervous."
"That's okay. I'm nervous too." Ena admits, and moves closer to stand closer to Mizuki. Ena reaches a hand out, brushing Mizuki's hair out of her eyes, before settling it on her cheek. "We can take it slow, okay?"
Ena kisses Mizuki softly, Mizuki's hand coming to rest on Ena's waist. It's clear that Mizuki appreciates the admission, and she exhales softly through her nose as Ena kisses her.
Ena loves kissing Mizuki. Okay, that's not surprising. But really, Ena can't get enough of kissing Mizuki. Ever. Soft lips, and the way she exhales sharply through her nose when Ena surprises her? It’s all addicting.
It seems like Mizuki might feel the same way, as she pulls away, looking at Ena with that same look from before. It makes Ena's stomach churn, but in a way that causes her hands to shake and makes her grin nervously. Mizuki glances down at Ena's lips, before kissing them again, this time with a certain fervour, almost reverent in the way she licks Ena's lips, asking for permission. And Ena can never say no to Mizuki, especially not when Ena parts her lips, and Mizuki practically moans into Ena's own mouth. Mizuki goes rigid as the sound leaves her, and even though Ena's eyes are half lidded, but she can see the blush on the editors face.
"I'm sorry I don't know what that-" Ena cuts Mizuki off, kissing her once more, both of their mouths open. Ena always thought that Mizuki would be one to take control, but she honestly doesn't mind one bit, because Mizuki practically whimpers, and Ena goes mad. She exhales heavily through her nose in return, a sort of beck and call response, and her hands find their way underneath Mizuki's shirt, clutching at her waist. Mizuki's tongue dances with hers recklessly, and really, this is the first time that Ena has led a make out session, so it’s not like she's gonna be any good at it.
But god, Mizuki must be enjoying it, and her hands roam Ena's body, even from outside of her clothes.
Mizuki moans into the kiss as Ena's teeth graze her lips by accident. Ena fights the urge to raise a brow, instead choosing to bite Mizuki's lower lip. And Mizuki whines. In fact, the noise goes straight into the box in Ena's head of fantasies for later, because Ena pulls away, looking dumbfounded at Mizuki.
"Sorry, was that too much?" Mizuki says nervously, and Ena just stares at her for a moment. Mizuki's eyes are sort of distant, her hair ruffled and her cheeks pink.
"Are you kidding me?" Ena says breathlessly, "You're so fucking hot. Stop apologizing."
Mizuki lets out a surprised noise, her flush darkening. "Th- thanks."
"You know," Ena says, pressing her body to Mizuki's, and forcing her to walk back until her legs hit the bed. Ena practically pushes Mizuki back onto the bed, leaning over her. "I think it's kind of funny how you've run out of insults and teases."
God, she mentioned she didn't mind taking charge. She really didn't. She really, really doesn't mind, because Mizuki flushes even darker at her words, and Ena suddenly feels this want. This need.
Ena needs to hear Mizuki moan her name.
Now. Soon. Sometime in the near future.
"I don't know how you haven't Ena." Mizuki's voice shakes. "I'm just scared. I'm sorry."
Ena's body is suddenly flooded with concern, immediately triumphing over her desire to make Mizuki feel good. She steps away, moving to sit on the bed across from Mizuki. "Are you alright? Do you want to continue? We can stop here. We don't have to do this."
"No, no. I guess I'm not scared. Just ah- so excited I can't breathe correctly?" Mizuki shakes her head immediately, her voice a sheepish murmur as she continues. "Plus, I've been dreaming of it for so long."
"You- You have?" Ena says breathlessly, because what do you say when Mizuki Akiyama confesses that shes been fantasizing about you?
"Y- yeah. I know it's- it's creepy. I just, god, I can't help myself." Mizuki says, covering her face with her hands. "You're just so pretty. And you post those selfies on your socials, and Ena, I like every one of them."
Now it's Ena's turn to look nervous. "But those are selfies. I don't- I don't look like that."
"Exactly. But this Ena," Mizuki gestures towards her. "This Ena is the one I really care about. You're beautiful in those photos, objectively, but you're beautiful all the time. And right now, you're fucking sexy."
Ena's stomach churns, the compliment going straight into her chest and travelling downwards. She moves closer to Mizuki desperately, recreating the scene earlier with a gentle push to the centre of Mizuki's chest. Ena can only imagine what her face looks like for Mizuki to be looking back with such a nervous, beautiful, gorgeous flush to her cheeks.
"You're so hot." Ena says desperately, her breathing heavy, even though there hasn’t been much physical exertion involved quite yet. "Mizuki, you're so hot."
Ena doesn't wait for a response, simply kissing Mizuki roughly. They're making out, and it's awesome, sure. But Ena pulls away, her eyes zeroed in on Mizuki's neck instead. She leans down again, and kisses Mizuki's throat gently. Mizuki inhales sharply, and one of her hands finds its way into Ena's hair, stroking it softly.
Ena kisses and sucks on the same spot, aiming to make Mizuki hers, and hers alone. It reminds her of something Mizuki had written once, in her attempts to write lyrics.
Be mine or better yet, let me be yours.
Unfortunately, the lyric speaks to Ena in ways she can't even describe as she kisses Mizuki's neck. Remembering the reaction before, Ena bites down tentatively.
"Ena!" Mizuki moans, her voice coming out breathless and desperate. And god, Ena needs to hear that again. Ena needs to hear that on loop for the rest of her life, and half of her wants to take out her phone to record a voice note of it, just so that she can listen to it.
"You moan my name like that when you're thinking of me, Mizuki?" Ena says, her voice dropping almost a full octave, which surprises both of them. It surprises Mizuki significantly more, her next exhale getting caught somewhere between her lungs and her nose.
"Y-yeah." Mizuki nods, her voice small.
"What a naughty girl, huh? Moaning my name all alone?" Ena says, and she's not exactly sure what force is driving her, but she loves it.
"Mmm-!" Mizuki whimpers, not saying a word. It makes Ena's eyes inevitably soften, and she backs away slightly, much to Mizuki's confusion.
"Sit up." Ena says, and Mizuki complies. Ena motions for her to move, so her back hits the wall near Ena’s headboard. Ena moves towards her, now practically straddling Mizuki's hips. She brings their foreheads close. "There we go. Good girl."
Mizuki inadvertently moans. The filthiest moan Ena has heard tonight, and Mizuki leans her head against Ena's shoulder.
"Wow you really liked that." Ena says, before smiling gently. "That's right. You're my good girl, yeah?"
Mizuki nods wordlessly into Ena's shoulder. Ena waits, as Mizuki moves away from her shoulder finally. Mizuki's face is so cute. Really. Mizuki is always cute, but there's a raw beauty in her sitting there with Ena straddling her hips, her exhales through her mouth clouding the air softly.
"Safeword is Paintbrush." Ena states, and Mizuki's eyes go wide. Ena isn't going to do anything that Mizuki doesn't want to do, and it's not like their first time is going to be wild. But Ena is sort of nervous still, and if Mizuki doesn't feel good, Ena wants to know.
"We're not- doing anything crazy though, right?"
"Of course not. I just want to make sure you're feeling good, sweetheart." Ena says, shaking her head and planting a kiss on Mizuki's nose.
"Ah- okay." Mizuki says, leaning in to kiss Ena more firmly on the lips.
"Sorry, I ruined the mood, huh." Ena apologizes. Really, why couldn't she have come up with it sooner? But then again, it was better late than never.
She's looking away, embarrassed, when Mizuki's lips crash violently into hers. Mizuki's hand is on her neck, pulling her closer, and Ena complies, tugging on Mizuki's collar.
"Don't apologize, Ena. You're perfect." Mizuki says between her hungry kisses.
"Mmm…" Ena lets her moan escape her throat, and can feel Mizuki’s body temperature rise along with it. There's definitely another thing rising with it, but Ena chooses to focus her attention on Mizuki's upper half for now. Speaking of upper half, Ena lets her hands roam towards Mizuki's chest, ghosting her fingers along the skin there. It makes Mizuki inhale shortly, and Ena looks at her expectantly. "Take your shirt off."
"Ah." Mizuki says, but she doesn't move to do anything. Her eyes shift somewhere beside Ena, and Ena can practically feel the nervousness radiating off of her. Finally, Mizuki moves, awkwardly taking off her shirt. Ena inhales sharply as the skin of Mizuki's midriff, abdomen and shoulders falls into her view. It almost makes her want to cry, something excited and giddy bubbling into her throat.
"Shit. You're so beautiful." Ena says, her head falling against Mizuki's forehead as her hands find purchase on the editor's shoulders. She can't help but glance down at slightly toned collarbones, and a lacy pink bra. It makes her want to throw up, but in a way that makes her feel lovesick.
"Doesn't feel fair that I have my shirt off now and you don't." Mizuki says, and Ena is glad that she's opening up a little more, because now Ena knows what the editor wants, and it makes the process ten times easier. That doesn't mean shes not nervous to take her shirt off though, and as she raises her arms, she lets them fall again, looking at Mizuki.
"Can you take it off?" Ena asks, and Mizuki nods immediately. Mizuki helps her with her shirt, which eases a little bit of Ena's nervousness, and once its off, Mizuki stares.
"Oh my god."
"Oh, come on, it's not that impressive." Ena says, embarrassed, looking away with a flush settling on her face.
"Oh my god. You're so fucking hot. You're so unbelievably hot. Oh my god Ena." Mizuki repeats the words like a prayer, the editors hands on Ena's—now bare—waist. Ena glances back over towards Mizuki, and finds an expression akin to a hungry stare. "You're so beautiful Ena. Please."
"Please what?"
"I don't know, can I touch you? Or touch me."
Be mine or better yet, let me be yours.
"Go ahead." Ena says, leaning infinitely closer. Mizuki's hands immediately roam around her waist and stomach, long, slender fingers ghosting across her abdomen. Ena shivers, and moans slightly at the tingling sensation. "That f- feels good."
"I'm so glad." Mizuki's voice is warm, welcoming, inviting. As much as Mizuki teases, Ena loves this side of her. Warm, loving, caring. "I'm so glad I can make you feel good."
"I really l-!" Ena gets interrupted by a sharp exhale as Mizuki kisses her neck, trailing kisses towards her bra. Ena is taken by the sensation, a tingling and pleasureful feeling that runs straight to her core. She fights the urge to move, to twitch her hips even the slightest bit. Truth be told, Ena is so wet. She isn't even afraid to admit it, even though she hasn't even been touched at all yet. Unfortunately, the kisses stop, and Mizuki looks up, a question in her eyes, to which Ena nods quickly.
Mizuki reaches behind her back, unclasping her bra. To Mizuki's credit, it only takes two tries, but Ena feels almost shameful as it falls.
What if Mizuki doesn't like it? What if Mizuki doesn't like her?
But Ena looks, and Mizuki looks back. Mizuki's eyes don't even drift downwards once. And they just stare at each other, a silent reassurance between them. After a moment, Mizuki licks her lips, and kisses Ena softly.
"Can I look down?" Mizuki asks politely, and Ena gives a small nod. Mizuki's eyes drift downwards, and her hands come up from Ena's waist, holding her breasts gently. Mizuki's hands are so cold, and it makes Ena let out an involuntary whimper. "God, Ena. You're even better than in your pictures."
The praise makes Ena's hips want to move exponentially more, but she just smiles gratefully at Mizuki. They're taking it slow. Thats what they agreed.
Mizuki certainly doesn't seem like she wants to though, as her finger grazes Ena's nipple roughly. Ena moans, grinding her hips downwards for the first time, and then snaps her mouth shut. What was that? Get it together, Ena.
Mizuki looks absolutely delighted by the knowledge that Ena feels good, and guides a nipple to her mouth, all the while maintaining eye contact with Ena.
"Mizuki- fuck-" Ena whines, as Mizuki starts kissing and sucking. Mizuki stops, staring at Ena.
"Holy shit. Do that again." Mizuki says, her voice a million miles away.
"I can't really do it on- f-fuck…" Ena starts, before Mizuki decides to grab the other nipple as well, playing with them gently.
"Come on pretty girl, moan my name." Mizuki coaxes, with that husky voice that Mizuki knows drives Ena crazy.
"M-Mizuki. Oh my god, Mizuki." Ena says, curling inwards to rest her head on Mizuki's shoulder. The pleasure shoots straight through her, and her hips buck once more, and only then does she realize,
Mizuki is hard. Mizuki is so fucking hard. Sure, she had kind of noticed it earlier, but now that she's noticed fully, she grinds down once more, causing Mizuki to exhale sharply somewhere around her ear. God, Mizuki feels so good. Mizuki's cock is so hard. Mizuki is playing her like an instrument.
"Can I- mmm… Take this- ah- Off?" Ena says, between little pants and whimpers. Ena can feel Mizuki nod, and she unclips Mizuki's bra.
Mizuki's breasts are small. Ena knew that. But god, seeing them up close, Ena doesn't mind at all. Ena, in fact, moans loudly as Mizuki's nail scrapes her nipple particularly hard.
"Mmm… you're so pretty, baby." Ena says breathlessly, and Ena can hear the gentle smile in Mizuki's voice.
"Thank you."
Without another word, Ena goes right to work, kissing Mizuki's neck, sucking at her collarbone. All the little gestures make Mizuki's breath quicken, and Ena can feel her dick twitching a time or two.
All while Mizuki is making Ena moan softly, and making her have to pause her ministration of marks and kisses to breathe heavily.
Suddenly, it's not enough. Mizuki is awesome, of course. Mizuki is making her feel so needy, so desperate. But it's not enough for Ena suddenly, and she grinds down, harder than before. It makes Mizuki suddenly moan Enas name, long, and softly.
"I know we said we would take it slow, baby," Ena says gently, pulling away from Mizuki's shoulder to whisper in her ear. "But I'm fucking soaked. And I know you're hard."
Mizuki practically whines, and her hips buck into Ena this time, making Ena exhale sharply. "I'm so hard Ena…"
"Mmm… good girl. I'm gonna get off you, okay?" Ena says breathlessly, moving away from Mizuki. Mizuki understands immediately, and she stands, ridding herself of her skirt. Ena turns away before doing the same, before realizing that Mizuki has asked her a question. "Hm?"
Ena turns around, and is floored. Mizuki's toned legs, Mizuki's still distant eyes, Mizuki's ruffled hair, Mizuki's flushed face, Mizuki's-
Mizuki's so fucking hard right now. Theres a wet spot in her underwear, thats how hard she is. Ena can see a vein through said underwear. That's how hard she is.
"Should I take these o- mmph!" Mizuki gets cut off as Ena practically tackles her back onto the bed, kissing the editor with a fervour she didn't know she possessed. All she knows is that she wants Mizuki. She wants Mizuki bad. She wants Mizuki in a way that she's ashamed to say out loud.
"I love you." Ena says immediately as she pulls away, softly, gently, a stark contrast to the way she feels inside. The feeling being 'I need her. Right now.".
"I love you too." Mizuki says, and then smiles sheepishly. "But I'd love it a lot more if I could take those off."
Mizuki gestures downwards, and Ena understands, moving away from the editor slowly. Mizuki fumbles to drop her underwear, finally managing it before looking anywhere but Ena. "How- how do you like it?"
"It’s beautiful. Just like the rest of you. You're beautiful." Ena mumbles out, but she will admit, she's distracted because Mizuki's dick is right there, and suddenly she has never wanted anything but Mizuki's hands everywhere, and Mizuki's lips on hers.
So Ena takes it. Ena struggles with her own underwear, and then kisses Mizuki. Ena kisses Mizuki, who has sat up, and straddles Mizuki's hips like shes a dying girl.
"Shit. I love you Mizuki. I love you." Ena mumbles as Mizuki kisses her, or she kisses Mizuki, she isn't sure. All she knows is she feels like she might cry, and damnnit, she isn't going to cry right now.
"I love you too Enanan…" Mizuki practically whispers, and Ena feels her chest explode with an odd giddiness. She isn't sure what sort of sound escapes her mouth, but the noise has Mizuki's hands on her thighs, so she doesn't even care.
"Fuck me."
"You're so cute."
The two speak at the same time, and Mizuki giggles, slightly misplaced, but bubbly. "What did you say?"
"Fuck me." Ena repeats, breathless and desperate. She needs Mizuki. She wants Mizuki. "I want you so bad."
"I- Well- That's not what I was expecting." Mizuki stammers, but Ena knows that she wants it too, by the way her eyes shift downwards.
"I want you, Mizuki." Ena says, her voice dead serious. "Make me yours."
Mizuki licks her lips, and nods, her throat bobbing. Then, Mizuki pulls Ena under her, overpowering her easily. It does something to Ena, and she stifles a whine. The display of power finds its way into her head, going under the box labelled 'Things I didn't know about myself before I fucked Mizuki'.
Mizuki doesn't seem to notice, though, her mouth on Ena's nipple in a second, with a hand coming to play with her other breast.
"M- Mizuki…" Ena moans softly, and one of her hands finds its way into Mizuki's hair. "Right there. Yeah."
Ena finds herself relaxing into Mizuki's touch, her small moans and shaky exhales coming out less strained, and more calm. It's not like she hates the feeling, Ena quite likes it, but she wants a hand there. She wants it Mizuki to touch her. "Please Mizuki… touch me please…"
"Okay, princess." Mizuki says, her eyes half-lidded and trained on Ena's face. Ena appreciates it. As much as she likes being looked at, she wants Mizuki to look her in the eyes. Mizuki looks at her expectantly, and Ena is confused. What is she supposed to-
"Ffffuck!" Ena moans, as Mizuki flicks her clit roughly. Mizuki then begins to rub circles around it, making Ena inhale sharply. Ena wants to touch. Ena wants to hold. "Mizuki. Wait."
And Mizuki stops. Everything stops, and Mizuki looks at Ena worriedly. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Hah… I just want to- I want to do this upright. I want- I want to hold you- or touch you- or something. I don't know." Ena explains, and Mizuki gets up.
"A- Alright." Mizuki looks dazed, and Ena wonders if she might have said too much, but Ena sits up, and positions herself, again, straddling Mizuki's hips. She is fully aware of Mizuki's dick, positioned between them, and tucks the information away for later. Then, Mizuki starts up again. One hand on Ena's chest, one on her clit, playing with it like she was the artist between the two.
God, Ena is so glad they switched positions. Her nails scraping Mizuki's back, pulling and getting tangled in the editor's hair.
And Ena hides her face in the crook of Mizuki's neck, panting slightly. Fuck. Fuck. Holy shit. The coil in Ena's abdomen had been winding tighter and tighter, and fuck it, she needs Mizuki's dick.
"Mizuki." She calls, and Mizuki responds, an affirmative noise. "Inside. Now."
Mizuki complies immediately, and allows Ena to push her onto her back. Then, the editor watches. Ena lines her entrance up. She isn't exactly worried about any lubricant, because fuck, she's wet enough, and Mizuki, by the look of it, is too.
So she just lowers herself onto it. Hard.
"'Zuki…" Ena slurs, and watches as Mizuki opens her mouth, as if to call back, but just exhales slowly.
Mizuki is so good inside her. So fucking good. Mizuki isn't big, but isn't small. Mizuki is so perfect. Mizuki is hitting spots inside of her she didn't know she had.
So she begins to rut, grind and thrust on top of Mizuki's dick. Mizuki moans loudly, and Ena can't help but call to her.
"Good girl. So- shit! So good for me, right?" Ena says, and the effect is immediate, Mizuki's hips bucking up, hitting a spot inside of Ena she hadn't known existed. "Mizuki-!"
"Hah… Ena. Fuck…"
Mizuki whines below her, and Ena shuts her eyes tight, tilting her head upwards. Mizuki's dick slides in, out, in, out, and Ena shuts her eyes in fuck don't stop right there please- "Right there-! yes- yes- mmm… Good girl… Please- Fuck-"
Shit. They shouldn't have done as much foreplay, because she's about to cum, and she's going to do it quick. Her hips are twitching, and Ena falls forwards, catching herself, holding herself above Mizuki. She looks down, and Mizuki's expression is priceless. Her eyes are so far away, half-lidded, with a heavy blush. Sweat shines on her skin, and Mizuki looks at Ena like she is a goddess.
"I'm- I'm gonna cum. Mizuki, I'm gonna cum." Ena says, and her voice sounds dim in her ears, and Mizuki must hear, because Mizuki's hand starts playing with Ena's clit, at least she thinks so, because she's fucked out, and she opens her mouth to say something, anything and-
"I love you Ena." Mizuki's voice finds her, and Ena climaxes immediately. Ena barely registers the words that leave her mouth, not quite hearing them over the pleasurable buzz in her ears, but she knows she says Mizuki's name. Her arms shake, holding her up, and Ena feels herself collapse onto Mizuki's chest, feels the editor's dick slip out of her. As she comes back to reality, the buzz fading, she feels Mizuki, still breathing hard.
"Fuck- You're so beautiful when you cum, Ena. I love you. I love you. I love you-" Mizuki says it like a prayer, a plea, a song, and then Ena realizes it. Mizuki didn't cum. There's a rhythmic, almost slapping sound, and Ena knows that Mizuki is desperately trying to finish what Ena had started.
So, she leans up to Mizuki's ear, purring in a rasp.
"Good girl. Cum for me."
Be mine or better yet, let me be yours.
And Mizuki does.
Mizuki cums with a loud, languid moan of Ena's name, before her hand falls back onto Ena's waist, the editor struggling to catch her breath. "That was…"
"Sexy?" Ena supplies with a smirk, "Hot, lewd, maybe the best sex of your life?"
"All of the above." Mizuki jokes, her voice small. Vulnerable. "I'm glad it went well."
"You're not- not angry about me stopping you so many times, right?" Ena asks, guilt coming to settle in her mind as the room quiets. Really, she was just worried about Mizuki's safety and pleasure, but maybe she had taken it too far. She just wanted it to be perfect.
"No. It uh…" Mizuki mumbles the rest of her sentence, and even Ena can't hear it, despite being inches away from her face.
"Hmm?"
"It made me feel really good." Mizuki admits, shrugging slightly. "I don't know. Something about it, something about you cumming to me telling you I loved you as well. I liked that."
"Don't remind me." Ena says, rolling off of Mizuki to cover her face with her hands. "I wish I could've lasted a bit longer. Had you cum in me. At the same time, even."
"Ena…" Mizuki's voice is nervous. "I didn't know if you were on anything. I wouldn't have done it anyways."
"Ah, I guess I forgot to say. I'm on birth control, so no need to worry." Ena says, turning to face Mizuki. She finds Mizuki still lying on her back, her head turned to face Ena already. It makes Ena suddenly embarrassed. "C- Can I pull the sheets over us?"
"Classic Enanan," Mizuki says in a faux-annoyed voice. She moves to grab the sheets though, checking that none of them are too dirtied before draping them over the two. "We just fucked, and you're worried about me seeing your body."
"Don't use that word!" Ena says, her flush deepening.
"We just had sex? We did the devils tango? We fulfilled our human purpose? What would you prefer, princess?" Mizuki giggles, and Ena can't help but smile a little at the editor's mirth.
"Come on Mizuki…" Ena groans dramatically, rolling her eyes before closing them lazily. "You were pretty into it too, if I do recall…"
Mizuki goes uncharacteristically silent, and Ena pops open her eyes to find Mizuki blushing profusely.
"Yeah. I- I was I- I'm pretty into you." Mizuki stammers, and Ena fights a laugh. Leave it to Mizuki to go from listing synonyms for sex, to a blushing mess about saying something actually normal.
"Mmm." Ena hums thoughtfully. An idea pops into her head, as she moves closer to MIzuki, reaching out a hand to play with the editor's hair gently. "So you like it gentle?"
Mizuki's face, if possible, goes redder, and her eyes go wide. She swallows hard, and nods stiffly. "Y-yeah."
"No need to be embarrassed by it. You like what you like." Ena coaxes, and Mizuki's face begins to look a little less shell shocked. "What else did you like?"
"Uh-" Mizuki looks away. "I'm nervous."
"That’s okay baby, me too. Want me to go first?" Ena offers sympathetically. After all, they're both new to this with each other. It's only natural for it to be a little awkward, a little uncomfortable at first.
"Yeah." Mizuki lets out a sigh of relief. "Yeah. If that’s okay with you, of course."
"Fine by me." Ena says, and absentmindedly plays with Mizuki's hair, eyes half lidded. "Hmm… Let me think."
Mizuki waits with almost bated breath for Ena to say something. "I- uh- I liked it when you were a little bit rough. Just like- um- uh…"
Ena's voice dies in her throat, and she can’t quite find the words to explain it.
"Not too rough? Just a little?" Mizuki seems to understand what Ena means, nodding. Ena breaths a sigh of relief, before continuing.
"I also liked- um- holding you? Or being like- close to you. It felt very important to me then. A- also," Ena fights the urge to look away, "I- um- didn’t mind being on top at all. But- I also really didn't mind being on bottom. I um- I don't think I exactly care too much."
Mizuki nods understandingly. "Me too."
"I also liked the- um- I love you thing. I liked how we kept saying it to each other. I thought it was really sweet. Something else I liked was um- you flipped me over? It was like- hot? I don't know. It made me feel helpless and I found that hot."
"I could tell." Mizuki says humorously, a small smile on her face. "You practically whined."
"Don't remind me." Ena groans, before smirking devilishly. "Well, that’s all I can think of. Your turn."
"Oh. Um- I liked- you uh- you bit my lip and my um- my neck and I- wow. I found that- so incredibly hot." Mizuki stammers out, clearly no more prepared than before Ena had gone. "I like a little pain. Nothing severe though. I think that would just make me scared."
"Mhm. So just little things, like biting you?"
"Yeah. Yeah that's good." Mizuki sighs, as if she's done, but then keeps talking. "The- the good girl shit. I really liked that. It made me feel really good."
Ena fights a gentle laugh at the way Mizuki's voice wavers, and instead smiles softly. "Mhm. You liked it when I praised you too, if I remember correctly."
"Yeah. That was good. Also, with regard to um- top or bottom, I'm kind of the same as you. I don't mind topping but I don’t mind being on the bottom too. I found it kind of hot that I was."
Ena stays silent, just in case Mizuki has more to say. When the editor doesn't continue, Ena moves closer, and smiles.
"I'm glad we did that together, Mizuki." Ena confesses softly, her hand again, roaming through Mizuki's hair with purpose. Mizuki sighs softly, her hand also coming to tangle into Ena's hair.
"Me too."