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【スイクラ】色からのキャラ解釈19：何度目かの橿野姉弟

橿野さんお誕生日おめでとうございます。

ここの双子についてはずっと気になることがありまして、そのあたりのことを書きながら考えてみます。古橋編、真相、あと少しだけファンブックの話に触れますのでご留意の上つづきをお読みください。

真相にしろXにしろ知也くんは姉が変わらないこと、自分を拒絶し続けることをなじります。けどそれは柘榴ちゃんが唯一なし得る知也くんへの愛情表現であり、知也くん自身の望んだことでは？

だって知也くん、「白」が好きだもんな。

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かつて私はカラーコードからの解釈で、知也くんと知己くんの好む「白」について考えたことがあります。

色からのキャラ解釈17 橿野弟5+真井知己2

あれから7年半、様々な供給を眺めるうちに重大な見落としをしていたことに気が付きました。

姉への想いだけでできている知也くんが好むなら、それは幼少期……ふたりが分かたれるまでの柘榴ちゃんを象徴する色に決まってるじゃないですか。

17歳時の柘榴ちゃんはカラーコード「RosyBrown（#bc8f8f）」に象徴されます。どう見ても白ではありませんが、色相は0度。「White（#ffffff）」にしろ「Snow（#fffafa）」にしろ色相は0度なので、基本的人格はあの頃から変わっていないと見なせます。

特に「Snow」はRが突出していてGとBが同じ値という構造が「RosyBrown」と同じです。なので彼の言う「白」は具体的には「White」より「Snow」である可能性の方が高いかもしれません。スノードーム……。

↑RosyBrown（#bc8f8f）

↑Snow（#fffafa）

さらに、カラーコード「Snow」の補色（#faffff）つまり《半身》は「RosyBrown」の反転色および補色と色相が同じ180度です。

↑「Snow」の補色≒《半身》（#faffff）

↑17歳柘榴ちゃんの反転色≒別の角度から見た姿（#437070）

↑17歳柘榴ちゃんの補色≒《半身》（#8fbcbc）

反転色と補色が同じなら自己を《半身》とし得るのでひとりで《完全体》たり得る、と解釈したことがあります。

色からのキャラ解釈7 クランとラズ1

知也くんが柘榴ちゃんを「誰のことも必要としていない」と評価したのはこのためかと思われるのですが、まったくの同色でない以上は足りない部分が出てきます。なので古橋の「欠けているが、そのままで完成品にも思える」という第一印象は的確と言えますがそれはさておき。

幼少期の柘榴ちゃんにとっての《半身》は知也くんに他ならず、知也くんを失った17歳の時点でも必要な《半身》の基本的人格が変わらないなら、「彼女が変わらないのは知也くんの《半身》であり続けるためじゃん」て話にもなってくるんですよ。

そして柘榴ちゃんが弟をずっと引きずっていたのは、知也くんが願ったことに他なりません。

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でもだめなんですよね。知也くんが好きなのは薄茶でも青緑でもなく白です。白は「こちら側」、柘榴ちゃんにとっては城の外の世界を象徴します。

となると、知也くんの愛……「“白”が好き」に応えようとしたら、変わらず城の外を志向し続けるしかない。城から出られなくなろうと、自分たち以外の誰もいなくなっても、「姉弟だから結婚はできない」と断るしかないんですよ。

そして「薄茶」である現状に甘んじず「白」を目指すなら、己を変えてでも弟以外の半身を得て《完全体》となる（グッドエンドであればどの結末でも知也くんの想いに応えたことになる）か、人間をやめるしかない。

ファンブックで、真相において柘榴ちゃんが「透明」になってしまう結末が「深愛“グッド”エンド」とされていたことが解せなかったのですが（ふたりが分かたれた以上“バッド”ではと思っていた）、彼の「白が好き」という想いに応えきった“グッド”エンドということでしょうか。

白の世界たる「こちら側」で白になったら、まぁ、見えないわな。けれどあれが「Snow」なら、完全な白ではなくうっすら色が灯っている（彩度1%）。

だから柘榴ちゃんはいなくなったわけでも消えたわけでもない。目をこらせばたしかにそこにいる。その存在を無自覚でも感知できたからこそ知己くんは涙を流したんだよ。という話だった可能性。

「たしかにそう願ったけどそうじゃない」という形で願いを叶えるのがスイートクラウンだからその辺はもうどうしようもない。

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ふたりで仕合わせになるルートは、「あちら側」の存在など知る由もない子どものうちに一緒に「あちら側」に行くくらいでしょうか。これなら「黒」になる瞬間に気づかず此彼の反転した世界で「白」でいられます。

6歳で城を訪れたときにそのままふたり居着けたらおそらく“ハッピーエンド”でしたが、そうは問屋が卸さなかった。なぜなら城の主・道化師は、実兄に似たタイプの兄姉から双子の弟妹を奪い、歪んでいく様を見て（中略）ひとしきり楽しんだあと、兄姉と“ひとつになる”のが性癖だからです！　合掌。

でもなぁ。知也くん、頭がいいからなぁ。6歳の時点で「あちら側」の存在に気付いていた可能性もあり、そうなるとこの双子、どうがんばっても結ばれ得ないのでは。知也くんが「何色でもいい」という心境になればワンチャンある。

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知也くんは相手を抉り追い詰めるような言葉を繰り返しますが、時に真逆のことを言っていたりするし、額面通りに聞き入れてはいけないと思っています。

加えて言うなら、本編における彼は「毒」の部分だけで構成され、今や「悪魔」となっている。でも彼は本来「人間」で、他者のしあわせを願う善意だってたしかに持っていたはずだということを加味して向き合う必要すらあるんじゃないでしょうか。

TAKUYOの世界において、最も身近な男は誰より主人公を想っており、主人公が幸せであるなら他の男と結ばれることすら厭わない、それどころか他の男との仕合わせを奨励する向きすらあります。恐らく知也くんはその枠でした。

城に招いたのも表向きというか悪魔の意向としては彼女と一つになりたい、彼女を後継者としたかったんだろうけど、姉の呪いを解いて仕合わせになってもらいたい、そのための場であり招待客たちの選出だった可能性も考慮するべきでしょう。

そして彼女は彼を想い、彼を求め、時に彼から離れ、傷つき傷つけながら、彼の願いを叶えるに至る。彼が「願いなんて一つも叶わなかった」と嘆いたとしてもです。

それが『スイートクラウン』という物語だったとするなら、知也くんは「最凶王」じゃないし柘榴ちゃんも「やべー女」なんかじゃない。どうしようもなく情が深く、優しくて悲しいふたりじゃないか。そんなふうにも思うのは綺麗事に過ぎるかなぁ。

どうかふたりが仕合わせに……なるのは難しいかもしれないけど、せめて安らぎを得られますように。

お誕生日おめでとうございます。

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で。信者としては余談を挟みたいわけです。はい、古柘です。

柘榴ちゃんと相似的人格である古橋さんはVita版だろうとSwitch版だろうとイメージカラーが柘榴ちゃんと同じ色相0度です。

↑Vita版（#8b0000)

↑Switch版（#990000）

ですが此彼を逆にする柘榴ちゃんからは反転色に見えている可能性があります。

↑Vita版（#74ffff)

↑Switch版（#66ffff）

どちらも色相は180度。「Snow」および「RosyBrown」の補色と同じです。

つまり古橋さんはオフレンダの中で唯一、幼少期の知也くんと相似的人格とみなせる可能性がありまして。彼を選ぶことは在りし日の知也くんの面影を求めた結果とも言いかえられるのではないかと。

もっと言ってしまうと、Vita版からSwitch版での変化は「Snow」の補色≒在りし日の知也くんの姿に近づいているわけで。《劇》を発動させるに至った衝動の源泉、「僕のことは拒絶するのにどうして彼はいいんだ」ってのもあるのかなぁ。答えは上で検討したとおりですが。

柘榴ちゃんにとって弟の手を取ることは「許されない」ものですが、そういえば古橋さんにとって柘榴ちゃんとの恋は「背徳」でした。

古橋旺一郎の「背徳の恋」

それでも彼は「相手の好んだ己の人格を変える」ことはかたくなに拒むんですよね。なるほど柘榴ちゃんと相似的人格。

柘榴ちゃんも古橋編では他者を傷つけたり弟より自分を優先したりと、己にとっての禁忌を犯すに至るんですが、たとえ弟の願いによる呪縛だろうと弟のことをずっと想っていたことは間違いなくて、その中で禁忌を犯していた可能性は��る。

それは何だろうとちょっと考えてみたんですが。思いつくのは「弟を忘れないこと」「招待状に応じて城に行ったこと」かなぁ。

神隠しが発生した場合、捜索は一定期間に限られたそうです。それまでは近隣の人と一丸となって探すものの、期間を過ぎた後の再捜索は禁忌だったとか。（参考：小松和彦『神隠しと日本人』）

白であり続けるためには、そのルールに則って生きる必要がありました。けれど彼女はルールに逆らって固執し（R）、「忘れなさい」という他者からの諭しも拒んでしまった（G）。その上で基本的人格を維持しようとしたら自我を押し殺してバランスを取る必要があって（B）、そのため彼女は薄茶色へと“堕ちてしまった”と考えることはできそうです。白に戻る方法は上記のとおりで、ここの双子は（も？）本当にままならないなぁ。

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と、ここまで書いて思い出した。古橋さん、お相手を引き合いに出さずとも「己の信念を変えない」男であった。

となるとですね。柘榴ちゃんが変わらなかったのは、知也くんがそう願うに至ったのは、道化師の意向を考慮する必要があり。

「わが後継者たる兄姉よ、うちの兄のようであれ」

犯人はおういちｒ、いや歪んだ弟の歪んだ性癖まで責を負わせるのは酷では？　えっ弟が歪んだのも匣を開けた兄のせい？　うーん次回（11/1）へ続く！（？）

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【スイクラ】AGF2023とお返事感想

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Hi Kaia could i order white chocolate,fruit tart,glazed Donut,nougat,Donut hole,with caramel and whipped cream for one piece men: (Luffy ,Rayliegh ,Ace, Zoro, Sanji ,Shanks,and Law) plz and thank you

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3.2k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; smut, some angst, fluff (wow i know), hurt/comfort; feat. luffy being a total menace, rayleigh being the dilf we all want, ace being mischievous as ever, zoro being a dumbass, sanji being overwhelmed, shanks being the absolute worst, and law trying to teach reader a lesson. also feat. cute stuff like: ass grabbing, rough (consensual sex), exhibitionism & public sex, lil bondage, jealousy, orgasm denial, some sof smut™ (who am i), oral (f receiving), fingering, oral (m receiving), idk other stuff probably. y/n has no self preservation ofc, these men are ridiculous (i love them). (if u see grammar/spelling mistakes no u didn't <3)

it isn’t your intention, but somehow you and your captain get separated from the group one afternoon while canvasing a new island. you normally don’t get lost, but luffy was teasing you all morning — pulling you aside for impromptu kisses, grabbing onto your hips from behind, his lips curled into a devilish smile against your neck with each kiss he left behind. luck was usually on your side during those instances, except it seems it’s suddenly run out.

“don’t give me that look,” you say as sternly as you can, eyes glancing around to see if any of your crew mates doubled back to look for you. luffy’s really to blame for you both getting lost, but he doesn’t want to admit that just yet; it’s more entertaining to tease you, because you’re cute when you’re annoyed. luffy wraps a hand around your wrist and pulls you further away from the path you came from.

in between kisses, you remind him that you’re both pressed for time.

“don’t worry,” he says in a low voice, “it’ll be fine, probably.” you’d slap him if he wasn’t already kissing you again, tongue licking inside your mouth hotly; you arch against him, face flushed from the heat. his kisses remind you of summers and warm breezes; your mouth still tastes like the mangos you consumed with him earlier — sticky and sweet, a taste he’ll always covet.

you squeeze your thighs together when his hand roams lower and take a shuddering breath once he backs you against a thick tree. you hike a leg around his hip, holding him close to you, humming pleasantly when you feel the growing bulge in his shorts. being this close to him makes you impulsive and you know that all you have to do is rub against him once and he’ll fuck you against that tree. but your conscience wins out and you pull away, ducking out of his hold quickly, panting lightly as you touch your lips with the tips of your fingers.

“we need to get back to the others,” your voice is a bit too high when you say that. luffy laughs at your act and plants a wet kiss on your cheek; you bicker with him playfully on the walk back while holding his hand and lacing your fingers together with his.

“i don’t normally do this. i have to go.”

that’s what you said twenty minutes ago, after you’d gotten tipsy enough to have the courage to flirt with the older man sitting next to you. the pub was crowded and you only ever came by if you didn’t want to be recognized. rayleigh had a dangerously devilish charm, one that extracted information out of you with ease.

his voice is thick and rich, his words a pretty distraction — hypnotizing you as you find yourself nodding along to his impetuous plans. he hadn’t intended on sleeping with anyone tonight, but he couldn’t resist himself once he saw you sitting there by yourself, swaying on the bar stool while humming a nameless tune.

you seemed so content to be alone, it was admirable.

he had a bright smile and a laugh that came deep from the soul; you felt your body flush at the thought of kissing him suddenly. you blamed the alcohol for making you foolish, but you knew that wasn’t exactly true.

now you’re seated atop a sink in the upstairs bathroom, whimpering softly as you keep your legs spread for him. your skirt is hiked up, panties discarded somewhere — they were ruined once rayleigh whispered in your ear and suggested you carry on the conversation elsewhere; his hands were skilled, his mouth even more so.

he liked how pliable and supple your body was, how plush and soft your thighs were under his calloused hands. you shivered as he ran a finger along your slit, making you tremble as you keep as still as possible. rayleigh, you come to find, is experienced and passionate; you grow impossibly drunk from all his teasing — to the point that you’re panting and begging him to fuck you.

“all in good time.” his voice is gravelly when he nips at your exposed clavicle, cock hard and heavy; he knows he should hurry up, but something about you makes him want to take his time — so he can see all the frustrated expressions on your face. you pull him close and wrap your hand around his cock, stroking his length, rattling his nerves until he finally gives in.

he buries his cock to the hilt, hips pulling back and snapping forward roughly against you. letting out a breathy moan, you can feel just how slick your pussy is from your arousal. legs wrapped around him, you lean up to kiss along his jaw; he chuckles and indulges you, hands gripping your thighs, fingers likely to leave bruising marks behind from how tight he’s holding you. rayleigh fucks with you with fervor and selfishness that serves as a daunting reminder — that you’ll never find someone else like him after this.

“ace,” you pant as quietly as you can, but you’re struggling badly. the 2nd division commander has you in a back hallway on the ship early in the morning. he’s grinning like a fool, clearly entertained by your insistence on keeping quiet. he kisses you as he knocks his hips against yours, his cock sliding deeper inside your pussy; he holds you up against the wall as your legs stay wrapped around him.

you buck your hips against his, doing your best to match his thrusts, but his strokes are deadly and frenzied.

“wait, wait, ace slow down,” you whisper, sighing pleasantly when his cock reaches a sweet spot that has you clenching around him tightly.

“can’t,” he says in response, breath warm against your jaw, “stay. unless you want to get caught.” he gives you a meaningful look that’s accompanied with a smirk. you purse your lips but shake your head. it would be easier if you could stay mad at him, but he’s too cute and funny and attractive — plus, you like that he’s bold enough to fuck you in public without a care in the world. you hear voices off in the distance and panic, eyes widening as you look back at him.

but ace only winks and tells you to hold on tight.

as you bite down on the fleshy part of your palm to keep yourself from screaming, ace pummels his thick cock into your cunt mercilessly, balls slapping against you loudly. the sound is lewd and tantalizing; you find that you can barely keep up with his thrusts, but you do your best anyway.

apparently, he’s determined to make you cum before your crew mates catch you. and as much as he jokes that he wouldn’t care if someone saw you, a small wave of jealousy passes through him at the thought of anyone seeing you like this. he wants to finish up quickly so he can take you somewhere more private. it’s when he bites your neck roughly and pants against your skin that you cum unexpectedly, a blinding, white hot flash filling your vision as you forget yourself and scream his name.

the rain has yet to let up, not that it matters to you since you’re trapped in yet another argument with your thick-skulled boyfriend. you can’t even remember what triggered the argument in the first place, and because stuff like this makes you extra sensitive, you end up crying.

he sighs at the sight of your face flushing and eyes closing as you try to wipe away the tears, as if they were bothersome and unnecessary. guilt eats away at his chest, making it hard to swallow or breathe; he knows he should apologize, but he’s just so terrible at it. so, he does the one thing he knows how to do — apologize with his hands and mouth.

the mattress is soft beneath him as you straddle his hips and slowing sink onto his cock; you both shed your clothes some time ago, lips swollen from kissing him hungrily, an insatiable need seeping into your pores and making you greedy. you place kisses along the base of his throat, hips rocking forward as he thrusts into your cunt slowly. and while he’d love to just fuck you senseless — something quick and dirty — he knows that you’d appreciate his apology more if he took his time.

so, he does.

you sigh against his lips, fingers threading through his hair, tugging on the short strands. his chest is broad and firm, your nipples harden each time they rub against his light brown skin. slipping your tongue into his mouth, you cradle his face in your hands as he continues to give you broad, sensual strokes that have you whimpering in the most pathetic way against him. he likes you like this, though, and tells you as much when he presses a kiss along your jaw.

he finds forgiveness when you bounce on his cock a little harder, his hands rough against your skin as he grabs onto your ass to thrust into your pussy at a devastating pace. tears coat your eyelashes, but they primarily because zoro’s fucking you like he loves you. and maybe he does; you don’t want to think about that too much, because the intimacy behind it scares you.

jealousy, you think, looks good on him.

sanji rarely likes to show his true jealous side to you, it’s less playful and much more charged, possessive but you don’t mind that at all. earlier, zoro had offered to help train you and before you could turn him down — you’d seen firsthand just how brutal he is with his workouts — sanji was already up in arms over it. they argued for the entire afternoon, but by then you were already annoyed over the situation and dragged sanji off to calm him down.

his face is flushed when you kiss him suddenly and pull him into a broom closet without thinking too much about it. you can’t remember if you locked the door, but it doesn’t really matter. all you care about is wanting to give your silly boyfriend a little bit of attention.

your idea of giving attention is rubbing his half-hard cock through his pants, smiling slyly against his lips when you feel him shiver. in one fluid motion, you sink to your knees, fingers quickly unzipping his pants and tugging it lower. you pull his cock out and admire the shape of it, the slight curve always made your mouth water; before he can say anything, your tongue darts out and swipes at his slit, the pre-cum slightly salty in your mouth.

you make a big show of licking your lips, which only causes another flush to stain his cheeks. whenever you get like this, he has no choice but to follow your whims; he likes that about you, a lot. that you take charge and keep him grounded whenever his feelings get to be a bit too much for him to handle.

he opens his mouth to apologize, but you kiss his tip and he forgets all about it, mind short-circuiting momentarily, which gives you the opportunity to take him by surprise again.

“i don’t care that you’re jealous,” your voice is honeyed and sweet, wrapping itself around him comfortably, a lust-filled haze taking over his mind when you wrap your lips around him and suck. you run your tongue flat along his length, taking your time to lick all over before you take his cock into your mouth completely.

sanji’s breath slows and he does his best to not fuck your face, but then you’re massaging his balls and bobbing your head faster — so he does the most impractical thing and bucks his hips forward and thrusts his cock further down your throat. you gag around him, the pressure intense but welcomed; if he didn’t already know that you like it rough, he’d feel bad — and he still does, but he hasn’t voiced that out loud just yet. you don’t care though; truly, you don’t. you just want him to feel as relaxed as possible, but how can he relax when your mouth is warm and wet, when you’re looking at him tenderly, like you’d be on your knees for him every day if he asked you?

you let him have his way, and he doesn’t last very long, but you keep still, hold onto his thighs, nails sinking into his skin when his cock goes a little too deep. when he sees the tears roll down your cheeks, it ignites something in him and he cums in your mouth, your name a soft chant that tumbles out of his parted lips. he feels feverish and dizzy, but very much alive. you rub your thighs together as you swallow the thick load, smiling prettily at him, head tilted slightly while you boldly ask, “do you feel better now?”

he knows better than to piss you off, but he does it intentionally anyway. the captain of the red hair pirates loves pushing your buttons; he likes when you roll your eyes at him, when you pout cutely and demand he take you seriously; he likes when you don’t stop him when he kisses you openly, mouth possessively staking its claim against yours.

if you weren’t so used to his whims, you’d have the decency to act bashful.

you have a short temper that he’s been warned about time and time again; except, shanks doesn’t fucking listen — nor does he care.

so when he has you bent over one of the tables in the kitchen late one night after you both argued and drank and argued again, you have no choice but to forgive him. especially when he his thick cock is buried deep inside your pussy, his large hand pressing down on your lower back as you grip the sides of the table. your legs shake, but you know better than to complain right now. shanks fucks you hard, the wooden table scraping against the floor every time his hips knock roughly against yours.

“shanks, fuck,” you cry out, chest heaving as you try to keep your sanity intact. his chuckles annoy you, but he knows that you only pretend to act annoyed with him because you like the way he makes up with you. your ass bounces back against him, jiggling from the ferocity behind his thrusts.

“careful, doll,” he grabs your hip to power into you — his strokes turning you into a mumbling, delirious mess, “thought you didn’t want us to get caught.” he sounds so fucking pleased with himself, and you hate that your pussy is wet enough that you can take him without much prep. you blush at the thought of being caught and remind yourself to keep quiet.

“oh, don’t stop now on my account,” his voice lowers substantially, you crane your neck to hear him better, and you just know without having to look at him that he’s got a pleased smile on his face. that man works every nerve in your body, but you like him too much to leave him properly.

you press your lips together to stifle another moan, but then shanks keeps his hips close to yours and gives you short, rough thrusts that you struggle to keep up with. with your back arched, you make for a pretty sight; he knows he should finish quickly, but he likes watching you hold onto the edge of the table like it’s your only lifeline. you don’t even have time to process the orgasm that passes through you because it happens so suddenly.

he teases you mercilessly and without remorse, but you take it; you take the rest of his frenetic thrusts, take the way he slides his hand underneath you to rub your clit. your body is much too sensitive, and when you moan his name like that, it flips a switch in him. you doubt you’ll be able to walk properly after this, but you’re not too worried about that; shanks bullies his cock in and out of your needy hole until he’s satisfied, successfully wrenching another orgasm out of you that makes you slump over the table weakly.

“don’t tell me you’re all done,” he presses a kiss on the side of your neck, lazily grinding against you, every bit as greedy as he always is. you can barely stand, but you feel alive in the best sort of way, already forgetting that you were mad at him in the first place.

you knew better and you still didn’t listen.

the restraints around your wrists dig into your skin a bit, but they don’t hurt that much; you squirm around on the bed, not liking that you can’t touch yourself or him. but he told you earlier to behave and you still chose to ignore his warning.

now you’re paying for it.

although, you wouldn’t exactly call this sort of thing a punishment.

law’s mouth latches onto a patch of skin on your inner thigh, teeth and mouth leaving behind marks that serve as little reminders for later. you whimper softly, but he pays you no mind, instead moving to the other thigh, tongue running along your skin. you buck your hips forward to get him to touch you properly, but all he does is click his tongue at you in faux-disappointment.

“seems like you still need to learn,” he says sharply, his eyes a dark amber, the look he gives you is equal parts fierce and mesmerizing. you want to kiss him, to run your hands down his chest, but he won’t let you and you’re upset about it.

when it looks like you’re about to say something that’ll piss him off, he stuffs your panties inside of your mouth to keep you quiet. your pleas are muffled but he pulls your hips close, mouth brushing along your slit, making you tremble with need.

he knows he should probably ease up, but if he doesn’t teach you now, then you’ll keep the same bad habits and he can’t have that, now, can he? you’re nearly in tears when he finally flicks his tongue against your throbbing clit, hips jerking forward when he swirls his tongue around. you can feel your saliva dampen your panties. you close your eyes briefly, ecstasy filling every part of your body when he stops and says, “keep your eyes on me.”

you want to tell him that it’s damn near impossible, but you try to follow his instruction anyway.

law eats you out with purpose and vigor, his mouth a sinful delight as he french-kisses your pussy without restraint. he teased you for so long that your nipples ache from being hard and untouched. you could kill him for that. and law is smug in his own way, enjoying you at his leisure, slurping and licking your pussy with fervor.

you thrash against him and he holds you steady; you can barely keep your eyes open and you feel like you’re having an out of body experience when he glides his lithe fingers inside your cunt. law fingerfucks you lazily, sucking on your clit like it’s his favorite piece of candy. when you cum, your moans are strangled and garbled, vision blurring as you ride his mouth shamelessly, a sharp pain on your wrists from the way you keep tugging fruitlessly.

he could let up but won’t, taking pleasure in watching you fall apart for him; you tell yourself that once you’ve calmed down, you’ll just have to pay him back in kind later when he least expects it.