Mizusaki Tsubame | Keep Your Hands Off Eizouken

The late afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across the Eizouken club room, a space usually buzzing with the frantic energy of creation but now held in a hushed, expectant silence. Mizusaki Tsubame, her signature vibrant brown hair catching the light, sat hunched over a sketchbook, but her attention was far from the fantastical creatures and mecha designs that usually filled its pages. A restless energy thrummed beneath her skin, a subtle tremor that had been growing for weeks, amplified by the close proximity and shared dreams of the Eizouken trio.

Asakusa, ever absorbed in her meticulous storyboarding, tapped her pencil against her chin, a familiar gesture of deep thought. Kanamori, however, was noticeably absent, a rare occurrence that left a peculiar void. Tsubame found her gaze drifting towards the open doorway, a faint blush creeping up her neck. The air felt thicker, charged with an unspoken current that had been building between her and Asakusa, a silent acknowledgment of something beyond their shared passion for animation.

Tsubame shifted in her seat, the fabric of her skirt rustling. She was acutely aware of the curve of her hips beneath the material, a feature she’d always been a little self-conscious about, yet lately, it felt like a point of unspoken attraction. She smoothed down her skirt, her fingers brushing against the swell of her large ass, a sensation that sent a ripple of warmth through her. Asakusa, sensing the shift in Tsubame's demeanor, finally looked up from her work. Her wide, earnest eyes met Tsubame’s, and in that shared glance, a thousand unspoken words passed between them. There was a question in Asakusa’s gaze, a tentative curiosity, and a mirroring of the yearning Tsubame felt deep within her core.

“Tsubame-chan?” Asakusa’s voice was soft, a delicate whisper that seemed to echo in the stillness. “Are you alright?”

Tsubame managed a shaky smile, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. “Yeah… yeah, I’m fine, Asakusa. Just… thinking.” She hesitated, then added, “About… things.”

Asakusa tilted her head, her brow furrowed in genuine concern. “What kind of things?”

The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken possibilities. Tsubame’s mind raced, her usual articulate flow of ideas faltering. She wanted to tell Asakusa everything, to confess the swirling vortex of emotions that had taken root in her heart, the way her gaze lingered on Asakusa’s thoughtful expressions, the way she found herself drawn to the quiet intensity in her eyes, the way the mere thought of Asakusa’s gentle touch made her breath catch. But the words felt too large, too fragile to articulate.

“Just… our dreams,” Tsubame finally managed, her voice barely audible. “And… how much they mean to us. And… how much… *this*,” she gestured vaguely around the room, encompassing their shared workspace, their shared ambition, and, implicitly, their shared connection, “means to me.”

Asakusa’s gaze softened, a gentle understanding dawning in her eyes. She rose from her seat, her movements deliberate and quiet, and walked towards Tsubame. The space between them seemed to shrink, the air crackling with a palpable tension. Tsubame’s breath hitched as Asakusa stopped just a few feet away, her eyes never leaving Tsubame’s. The setting sun painted Asakusa’s face in hues of orange and pink, making her look ethereally beautiful.

“It means a lot to me too, Tsubame-chan,” Asakusa said, her voice a low murmur. She reached out, her fingers hovering just inches from Tsubame’s cheek. Tsubame held her breath, her entire being focused on that impending touch. When Asakusa’s cool fingertips finally brushed against her skin, a jolt, both electric and comforting, surged through Tsubame.

Tsubame leaned into the touch, her eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment. The warmth of Asakusa’s hand was a revelation, a silent confirmation of the unspoken feelings that had been simmering between them. She opened her eyes, meeting Asakusa’s gaze, which now held a depth of emotion that mirrored her own. The room seemed to recede, their world narrowing to this single, intimate space.

“Asakusa…” Tsubame breathed, the name a soft caress. She found herself reaching out, her hand tentatively covering Asakusa’s, her thumb stroking the back of her palm. The contact was electrifying, igniting a fire that had been smoldering for too long. Tsubame’s mind, usually so full of visual ideas, was now consumed by the overwhelming sensations of the moment. She was acutely aware of her own body, of the way her chest felt tight with anticipation, of the heat pooling in her belly. She could feel the subtle tremor in Asakusa’s hand, a mirror of her own nervousness and excitement.

Asakusa’s fingers intertwined with Tsubame’s, a silent promise exchanged. Her gaze, usually so focused on the technicalities of animation, now held a vulnerability that made Tsubame’s heart ache. “Tsubame-chan,” Asakusa whispered again, her voice thick with emotion. “I… I feel it too.”

The confession, so simply stated, was a powerful catalyst. Tsubame’s resolve, already weakened by the growing tension, crumbled. She leaned forward, her eyes never leaving Asakusa’s, her gaze pleading. Asakusa responded, her own gaze alight with a desire that Tsubame recognized with a thrill that shot through her entire body. Slowly, tentatively, their lips met. It was a kiss born of shared dreams and unspoken desires, a gentle exploration that quickly deepened with a surge of passion.

Tsubame’s hands found their way to Asakusa’s waist, pulling her closer, her large ass pressing gently against Asakusa’s firm frame. The softness of Tsubame’s curves met the subtle strength of Asakusa’s, a perfect, tantalizing contrast. The kiss became more urgent, their tongues exploring each other with a fervent curiosity. Tsubame moaned softly into Asakusa’s mouth, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. She felt a flush spread across her entire body, a liquid warmth that made her knees feel weak.

As the kiss deepened, Tsubame’s mind raced with the possibilities. She was usually so focused on the physical aspects of her creations, on bringing them to life with tangible detail. But now, her own body was the canvas, and Asakusa was the artist. She felt a bold wave of desire wash over her, a primal urge that surpassed any creative impulse she’d ever known. She wanted to explore every inch of Asakusa, to understand the contours of her body, to feel her response to Tsubame’s touch.

Their kiss broke, leaving them breathless, their eyes locked in a silent, passionate communion. Tsubame’s heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She could feel Asakusa’s breath on her lips, a warm, intoxicating caress. Her hand, still intertwined with Asakusa’s, tightened its grip, a silent invitation. Asakusa, sensing Tsubame’s unspoken desire, squeezed her hand back, her eyes shining with a mixture of apprehension and keen anticipation.

“Tsubame-chan,” Asakusa whispered, her voice husky. “Are you sure?”

Tsubame’s gaze swept over Asakusa’s face, taking in the soft curves of her lips, the earnestness in her eyes. She felt a surge of confidence, a desire to push beyond the boundaries of their friendship, to explore the intoxicating depths of their connection. “Yes,” Tsubame breathed, her voice trembling with a mixture of excitement and a deep, profound longing. “I’m more than sure.”

With a shared understanding, they moved deeper into the room, their hands never separating. The Eizouken club room, usually a sanctuary of creative chaos, was transforming into a landscape of intimate exploration. Tsubame guided Asakusa towards the worn, comfortable couch, the same one where countless story ideas had been born. As they sat, Tsubame’s large ass was pressed against Asakusa’s thighs, a sensual pressure that sent a tremor of delight through both of them. The feel of their bodies so close, so intimately connected, was overwhelming, a symphony of subtle sensations.

Tsubame leaned in, her lips tracing the delicate curve of Asakusa’s ear, her breath fanning the sensitive skin. Asakusa let out a soft sigh, her head tilting back slightly, exposing the slender line of her neck. Tsubame couldn’t resist. She kissed Asakusa’s neck, her lips moving slowly, sensually, tasting the subtle saltiness of her skin. Asakusa’s fingers tightened on Tsubame’s hand, a silent gasp escaping her lips. The sound sent a wave of pure pleasure through Tsubame, a confirmation that she was on the right path, that this mutual exploration was exactly what they both craved.

Tsubame’s hands, usually so adept at sketching and designing, now found a new purpose. She gently unbuttoned Asakusa’s blouse, her fingers brushing against the warm skin beneath. Each button revealed more of Asakusa’s delicate collarbone, the hint of her pale skin. As the fabric parted, Tsubame’s gaze fell upon Asakusa’s breasts, soft and enticing beneath her bra. A thrill shot through Tsubame, a possessive desire that made her breath catch in her throat.

“You’re so beautiful, Asakusa,” Tsubame whispered, her voice thick with admiration and burgeoning lust. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against Asakusa’s exposed skin, leaving a trail of warm kisses that made Asakusa shudder. Asakusa’s hands found Tsubame’s hair, her fingers tangling in the soft brown strands, a silent gesture of desire and reciprocation. The mutual touch, the shared vulnerability, was intoxicating.

Tsubame’s fingers worked at the clasp of Asakusa’s bra, her movements slow and deliberate. As the cups fell away, revealing Asakusa’s full, soft breasts, Tsubame’s eyes widened with wonder. The sight was more captivating than any fantastical creature she could imagine. She leaned in, her lips finding the peak of one breast, her tongue teasing and tasting its delicate tip. Asakusa moaned, a raw, uninhibited sound that filled the room, her body arching instinctively towards Tsubame’s lips.

Tsubame reveled in Asakusa’s reaction, her passion fueled by the visible pleasure she was eliciting. She moved between Asakusa’s breasts, her mouth lavishing attention on each one, her tongue swirling and suckling, eliciting gasps and moans that grew more fervent with each passing moment. Asakusa’s hands moved down Tsubame’s back, her touch increasingly bold, her fingers tracing the curve of Tsubame’s large ass through the fabric of her skirt. Tsubame felt a deep, throbbing ache build between her legs, a yearning for more, for a deeper connection than mere kisses and caresses could provide.

“Asakusa,” Tsubame murmured, her voice raspy, her lips still slick from Asakusa’s breasts. She pulled back, her eyes meeting Asakusa’s, which were now glazed with desire. “I… I want you.” The confession, so direct, hung in the air, heavy with unspoken promise.

Asakusa’s breath hitched. Her gaze, usually so analytical, was now filled with a raw, unadulterated longing. “Tsubame-chan… me too.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but the intensity in her eyes spoke volumes.

With trembling hands, Tsubame began to unbutton her own skirt, the familiar fabric sliding down her legs. She was acutely aware of Asakusa’s gaze, of the way her eyes devoured the sight of Tsubame’s thighs, the curve of her large ass as it was revealed. Tsubame felt a blush of both embarrassment and exhilaration. She was exposing herself, not just physically, but emotionally, offering her vulnerabilities to Asakusa, and finding in return, a reflection of her own desires.

As Tsubame’s skirt pooled around her ankles, she remained seated, her legs spread slightly, offering Asakusa a full view. She could see the flush rise on Asakusa’s cheeks, the quickening of her breath. Tsubame’s own arousal was undeniable, a hot, throbbing sensation that made her entire body hum with anticipation. She reached out, her hand finding Asakusa’s, her thumb stroking the smooth skin of her palm. “Come here,” Tsubame whispered, her voice a low invitation.

Asakusa, emboldened by Tsubame’s directness and the palpable desire between them, moved closer. She reached for Tsubame’s hand, guiding it to her own undone blouse. Their fingers worked together, a silent dance of undressing, their movements growing more urgent with each passing moment. Soon, Asakusa’s blouse lay discarded, revealing her slender torso and the soft curves of her breasts. Tsubame’s gaze lingered, taking in the sight of Asakusa’s bare skin, the delicate rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.

Tsubame’s hands then moved to Asakusa’s skirt, her fingers fumbling slightly with the buttons. As the fabric loosened, Tsubame’s gaze drifted lower, her eyes widening with unspoken admiration at the sight of Asakusa’s slender legs. She pulled the skirt down, revealing Asakusa’s delicate panties. Tsubame couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh of appreciation. Asakusa, her cheeks flushed, met Tsubame’s gaze, a shy smile playing on her lips.

“You’re so… perfect, Asakusa,” Tsubame breathed, her voice laced with awe. She reached out, her hand gently tracing the line of Asakusa’s thigh, her fingers brushing against the soft skin. Asakusa shivered at the touch, her body responding with an involuntary tremor. Tsubame’s touch became bolder, her hand moving higher, exploring the soft curves of Asakusa’s inner thigh. Asakusa’s breath hitched, her eyes closing for a moment as she surrendered to the sensation.

Tsubame’s hand found the edge of Asakusa’s panties, her fingers teasing the delicate lace. She looked at Asakusa, a silent question in her eyes. Asakusa nodded, a small, almost imperceptible movement that sent a thrill of anticipation through Tsubame. With a gentle tug, Tsubame slid Asakusa’s panties down, revealing her most intimate self. Tsubame’s breath caught. Asakusa’s nakedness was breathtaking, a delicate beauty that captivated Tsubame entirely. She gazed at the soft curves of Asakusa’s belly, the delicate line of her hip, and the intoxicating triangle of her womanhood. A profound sense of tenderness and desire washed over Tsubame.

“I’ve… I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” Tsubame whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against Asakusa’s clitoris, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Asakusa. Tsubame’s tongue began to explore, a slow, deliberate dance that brought a moan of pleasure from Asakusa. Tsubame reveled in Asakusa’s reactions, her passion igniting with each soft gasp and shudder. She licked and swirled, her tongue creating a rhythm that drove Asakusa wild. Asakusa’s hands gripped Tsubame’s hair, her fingers tangling in the soft strands, a silent plea for more.

Tsubame continued her ministrations, her tongue delving deeper, her mouth teasing and tasting. Asakusa’s moans grew louder, more urgent, her body arching and bucking against Tsubame’s touch. Tsubame felt a sense of profound connection, of shared ecstasy. She was not just an animator; she was an explorer, a lover, discovering new landscapes of pleasure with Asakusa.

As Asakusa reached her climax, her body convulsed, a wave of pleasure washing over her. Tsubame held her, her heart swelling with a mix of tenderness and exhilaration. As Asakusa’s tremors subsided, she looked at Tsubame, her eyes shining with a mixture of exhaustion and deep, profound satisfaction. “Tsubame-chan…” she breathed, her voice still shaky. “That was… incredible.”

Tsubame smiled, a genuine, radiant smile that reached her eyes. She leaned in, kissing Asakusa’s forehead softly. “You are incredible, Asakusa.” She then moved, her large ass pressing against Asakusa’s thighs once more, her own arousal now a demanding presence. “Now… it’s my turn.”

Tsubame guided Asakusa’s hands to her own skirt, her fingers trembling slightly as she helped Asakusa to unbutton it. As the fabric slid down, revealing Tsubame’s shapely legs and the tantalizing swell of her large ass, Asakusa’s eyes widened with a gasp of pure admiration. Tsubame felt a thrill of exhibitionism mixed with a deep, unwavering desire to please Asakusa. She remained seated, her legs spread slightly, offering herself to Asakusa’s gaze.

Asakusa’s hands, usually so precise and steady, were now trembling as she reached out to touch Tsubame’s thighs. The feel of Asakusa’s cool fingers on her warm skin sent a jolt of electricity through Tsubame, igniting a deeper ache within her. Tsubame watched as Asakusa’s gaze traveled lower, her eyes lingering on the dark curls between Tsubame’s legs. Tsubame could feel her own arousal intensifying with every passing second, a hot, pulsing throb that made her want to surrender completely.

“You’re… you’re so beautiful, Tsubame-chan,” Asakusa whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She reached for the waistband of Tsubame’s panties, her fingers brushing against the soft fabric. Tsubame held her breath, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Asakusa’s touch was gentle, yet firm, as she slowly pulled the panties down, revealing Tsubame’s nakedness. Tsubame felt a wave of vulnerability, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of exhilaration as she saw the adoration in Asakusa’s eyes.

Asakusa’s gaze lingered on Tsubame’s vulva, her eyes drinking in the sight. Tsubame could feel her own arousal reaching a fever pitch. Asakusa’s head lowered, her lips brushing against the soft folds. Tsubame gasped, a soft cry escaping her lips. Asakusa’s tongue flicked out, tasting Tsubame, and a wave of pure pleasure washed over her. Tsubame’s hands found Asakusa’s hair, her fingers tangling in the soft strands, a silent invitation to continue.

Asakusa’s ministrations became more fervent, her tongue exploring Tsubame with a delicate yet determined passion. Tsubame’s body arched against the couch, her large ass lifting slightly as she surrendered to the intoxicating sensations. Moans, raw and unrestrained, escaped her lips. She could feel Asakusa’s focus, the intensity of her desire, and it fueled Tsubame’s own pleasure to unimaginable heights. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensations. She wanted this, craved this, with every fiber of her being.

Tsubame’s climax was a seismic event, a powerful wave that swept over her, leaving her breathless and trembling. She cried out Asakusa’s name, her body convulsing with release. As the intense pleasure subsided, she lay panting, her eyes closed, her body still humming with the aftershocks. Asakusa, her face flushed and her lips glistening, gazed at Tsubame with an expression of pure wonder and deep affection.

Tsubame opened her eyes, her gaze finding Asakusa’s. A soft, contented smile spread across her face. She reached out, her hand cupping Asakusa’s cheek, her thumb gently stroking the soft skin. “Thank you, Asakusa,” Tsubame whispered, her voice still raspy. “That was… everything.”

Asakusa leaned into Tsubame’s touch, her eyes glistening. “You’re welcome, Tsubame-chan. You’re… you’re amazing.”

They lay there for a moment, their bodies intertwined, the lingering scent of their passion filling the air. The Eizouken club room, once a space of creative ambition, had become a sanctuary of their newfound intimacy. Tsubame, her large ass still pressed against Asakusa’s thighs, felt a profound sense of peace and belonging. This was more than just friendship; it was a connection forged in shared passion, in vulnerability, and in the thrilling exploration of their deepest desires. As the last rays of sunlight faded, casting the room in a soft twilight glow, Tsubame knew that this was just the beginning of their extraordinary story, a story far more captivating than any animation they could ever create.