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[ Kureto is the sort of person who is used to having just about anyone at his command. Even people like the Ichinose are forced to listen to him, whether or not they want to, and the amount of people that do want to, who desperately throw themselves at his feet -- well.

In the end, rather than gravitating towards most of them, Kureto keeps himself as level headed as he can: he is a Hiiragi; he is powerful, and ultimately, most of those who follow him have little strategic importance.

Aoi is different. The Sanguu family as a whole is a group that he can respect -- of course, as one of the families directly serving the Hiiragi -- and on an individual level, Aoi is strong, and loyal, and worthy, to some degree, of his respect. Which is what leads him to their current situation: he kisses her as deeply as possible even as his hands explore her body even though the thin shirt under her uniform, all the places in which she is soft -- expectedly -- or hard -- also, he supposes, expectedly, planes of muscle under his fingertips.

In the JIDA, there really aren't any laws against fucking your subordinate, for which he is quite grateful. ]

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_{[She'd come to his office to bring him his afternoon tea. She didn't have any intentions of getting herself into such a situation but, well, her superior was full of surprises wasn't he? Not that she would ever tell someone like Kureto no. More specifically, she would never tell Kureto no. He was everything that she wanted and since she was little she'd been raised to obey the Hiiragi. This was only natural.

JIDA had to repopulate somehow, didn't they?

Her arms wrapped around his neck as she returned the deep kiss, his teacup and saucer forgotten on the desk beside her. She was content to just hold tight to him for the moment as he was free to explore her body, drawing soft and muffled moans from her lips. Her supple breasts were soft under his hands, their size a trait that ran in her family. Lower down her abs were hard and tensed, excited tension coursing through her body. The material of her shirt was obnoxious given what they were doing, scraping against her hot skin. She wished he'd take it off of her but she wasn't about to break the needy kiss to ask.

She wanted to be useful to Kureto in every way possible, afterall.]}

[ Kureto, for his part, doesn't have much tolerance for the art of 'undressing as foreplay' -- and certainly not when they're meant to be busy with other things in his office. Paperwork, tea. It was a late evening to begin with, and Kureto didn't have any plans to make this a slow and romantc sort of coupling.

It's easy to undo her uniform without actually bothering to remove it, exposing skin to his wandering hands without having the delay required by actually undressing her.

Kureto is a practical person.

The feeling of her skin under his hands means that there's no delay in the tent in his pants quickly rising, even as he brings calloused hands up to rub against her breasts over the fabric of her bra. ]

_{[It would be nice if once in a while they could have that romance. Nice but not likely. Especially when their lives seemed so dominated with urgency. She doesn't mind, though. Its Kureto so she's happy.

He's only just gotten her shirt open and she's already shivering at the cold office air against her burning skin. And she trembles even more so as the skin of his hands lays across her breasts. He's a little rough today but she likes it when he is. Rough and practical.

She understands that practicality too and her short size puts her at the perfect vantage to drop one of her unoccupied hands down to knead at the growing bulge in his pants.]}

Kureto- sir-

_{[She's never been a woman of many words and she's panting already, tense and nearly dripping wet in anticipation.]}

[ Kureto understands Aoi well enough, after all this time. The two of them work well together in tandem, forming a unit with no need for extra members, and Kureto is grateful -- his journey to the top would be considerably more complicated, if he didn't have someone as capable as Aoi at his side.

As it is, however, he drops his mouth, traces the line of her collarbone with his tongue even as his hand makes jerking movements. It's easy enough to free his cock, and he's grateful that his uniform isn't as impractical as it could be, all things considered. It's even easier to move his hand back, to push Aoi's skirt high up on her hips and let his hand drift down across the damp line of her underwear. ]

_{[With her mouth free she can't stifle the loud and needy moan that escapes as his hands finally find her sensitive heat. She's never been with anyone but him before and his touch is all she knows. His touch is all that it takes to set her on fire, really. In the back of her mind she wonders what had him in such a mood before she got there.

But she's also practical. And she doesn't like to stand during sex with how much of a difference there is in their heights. Aoi pushes him back just a bit, just enough for her to pull from him and sit herself on the corner of her desk. They'll probably knock over that cup of tea at some point but she's not thinking about that as she spreads her legs for him, no longer impeded by her skirt which he so graciously took care of for her.]}

Condom?

Yes. [ Even for Kureto, who considers himself to have nearly impeccable self-control, it's a struggle to pull away long enough to separate. He has a condom in his pocket -- of course he has a condom in his pocket, he's prepared for all the eventualities that might happen for a reason -- and it's easy for him to slip it on. It's almost a practiced maneuver, at this point.

As much as the JIDA professes to want to help humanity reproduce, Kureto has no fantasies about Aoi being out of work for a year or longer -- or about any unapproved heirs. He doesn't particularly want her to be a test subject for what happens when a black demon weapon holder procreates, either...

The second it's on, however, his hands are back, fingers slipping deftly into her underwear to pull it down even while he slides a finger into her slick to rub gently across it. ]

_{[She knew he would have one but her practicality made her make sure. She was in agreement with him when it came to the fact that she couldn't be away from his side for that long. No one knew him like she did and even though she knew he could more than reliably protect himself she felt better about his safety when she herself was present.

Though she had to admit that maybe some time in the future it would be nice to be legitimate mate for him. A time in the very far future after they'd retaken their world.]}

Kure- ah-!

_{[Any thought she could have had or anything she could have said were both cut off by his finger sliding easily into her. He always moved so quickly. She should have expected it but he'd caught her off guard as she'd been lost in her own little daydreams. Her cheeks reddened in embarrassment at the surprised sound she'd made for him as her back arched and her fingers gripped the edge of the desk.}

[ Kureto is of the opinion that underwear is one of the most unnessecary things ever invented. He can understand the allure of a woman in sexy lingerie, but in day to day life, damn if it isn't irritating to have to take the few required seconds to move his fingers, to drag Aoi's underwear down. He takes the initiative and lifts her up with easy strength to move it down, trusts her to kick it the rest of the way off, if she thinks it's in the way.

Her slick is still on his fingers, and it's easy to tell that despite how fast things are going -- despite how fast things always go -- it isn't as though she's unprepared for it.

He moves his lips down, presses them against her neck, low enough that the high collar of her uniform will hide any stray marks he leaves. ]

Ready?

_{[Maybe Aoi would have to invest in sexy lingerie eventually instead of the plain jane set she wore under her uniform. They were fighting a war. She didn't need to look flashy under her clothes. But it was times like this, alone with Kureto, that made her think about investing in a pair once they were being sold again.

Speaking of underwear, though, she manages to kick her's off at least one of her legs, leaving it hanging around her left ankle as her legs came to wrap around her superior's hips. They always go so fast but the lives the lead had a demand for quickness.

Aoi nodded in response to his question, licking her lips as her slender fingers came to clutch at the fabric of his top.]}

Yes, sir.