Last Taste

“Virgin Strawberry Daiquiri, please.”

You turn your head and look at the lady sliding into the barstool beside you.

“You're late. Want some nuts?”

“I’m five minutes early,” she says, shaking her head subtly. “They’ll get stuck in my teeth.”

“The Sakura I know will always be six minutes early,” you tease, dragging the bowl of snacks back, tossing another candied walnut into your mouth.

She rolls her eyes with that familiar smirk, but her lips curl. The bartender sets her beverage down and she picks it up.

“How’s Yena?” you ask.

“Seriously? We haven't met in what, two years, and the first thing you ask is Yena and not me?” She scoffs, giving her mocktail a sniff before tipping it into her mouth. She takes a small sip, appreciating the refreshing sweetness, before setting it back onto the table.

“You’re right here. I can see you’re fine. Yena’s the one I’m worried about.”

“I know, I'm just fucking around with you,” she giggles, licking the strawberry foam that’s smeared across her upper lips. “She's fine, just busy with assignments. She's taking a request in Dubai right now, something about an oil prince’s heir. She’ll be back to Korea soon, saying she'll take a break.”

“She should. We all should,” you murmur, taking a sip from your glass. “It's been a while since we had some free time. Stupid people up there, always overworking us.”

“What's that you're drinking?”

“This? Pineapple Mango Sencha. Want some?” you reply, sliding your glass to her.

She takes it from you and tries, closing her eyes to savour the blend of sweet, tangy and earthy notes. “It's nice~ Since when did you stop drinking alcohol?”

“After our last job together,” you say, grabbing the glass back from her. “Y’know, ever since that mistake from being drunk? Figured it was smarter.” Your eyes focus back on the glass, hand slightly trembling as you reach out to reach for another nut.

“Hey… that wasn't your fault,” Sakura says, reaching out to grab your hand. Her warm touch calms you down, settling the intense tremor of fear stemming from inside you.

“She was my best friend, you know?”

“And she was mine too. She wouldn't want you to blame yourself for it, so let's stop talking about it, okay?”

You look into Sakura’s eyes. For a moment the image flashes across your mind: Chaewon’s head hitting the ground, blood splattering on concrete. But Sakura’s touch pulls you back. You turn your hand and squeeze hers once before letting go. 

“R-Right,” you stammer, taking in a deep breath to calm yourself. “Death is a common part of our job anyway.”

“She died in honour, so let's give her that honour.” Sakura raises her glass towards you.

“For Chaewon.”

“For Chaewon.”

The toast fills your heart, or so you hope it would, but it still feels empty. Sakura’s eyes darken as she looks at you.

“Your lips still taste like sencha?”

You smirk. “Only one way to find out.”

“Fuck, your lips tastes so good.”

“I could say the same for you,” Sakura breathes heavily against your lips before diving back in.

The kiss turns molten instantly. Her tongue twists and dances with yours, sucking greedily like she's trying to drink the taste of strawberry, pineapple and mango straight from your soul. You kiss her harder, devouring her right back. No alcohol courses through your veins, but it sure may as hell be.

“The sencha… its taste comes lingering,” she rasps, detaching her lips from yours for a short gasp. “And it makes me want more.” She grinds her hips on yours, smashing her lips back onto yours for another torrid kiss.

“Kkura… fuck, I need you right now.” You grunt, your cock growing impossibly hard against the restraints of your pants.

“And where do you think we are right now?” She chuckles, dismounting you as she kneels between your legs on the bathroom floor. “I can't fucking wait too.” Her fingers make quick work of your belt and button. Then, with a sultry look, eyes locked on yours, she leans in and catches the zipper between her teeth, pulling it down slowly. The metallic teeth echo around the small room.

She presses her nose against your bulge, taking a deep shameless whiff. “Fuck, I can smell you through your pants,” she moans at your scent, rubbing her nose along the hard outline of your cock through the fabric. “Two years… two fucking years without this cock.”

She grabs on to the hem of your pants on both sides, tugging everything down in a single yank. Your heavy cock springs out throbbing and leaking, bobbing slightly under the hunger of her eyes before it settles into small twitches of impatience.

“Fuck,” you grunt as she exhales lightly onto the tip, revelling in the tease, preparing for the storm that she'll unleash on your cock.

“Oh my god…” she moans, wrapping her hand around the base, giving it a slow, firm stroke. “Look at you, so hard for me already.” She stares at it reverently, like she's been dreaming about it for ages.

You shiver at the pleasurable squeezes she's giving your manhood, thinking about how much you missed her touch. Looking back down at her, you watch as she leans in and runs her tongue from the base all the way up to your already leaking tip.

“That's my first lick for tonight,” she whispers, before swirling her tongue around the sensitive head. “And the only lick I’ll give you tonight.” She moans loudly at the taste, the excitement of lapping your arousal sending vibrations through your cock. You tilt your head back in pleasure, feeling her wringing out beads after beads of pre-cum from your cock with every slow stroke, each one falling straight onto her greedy tongue like she's addicted.

And who says she isn't?

“Mmm… fuck, I missed this so much,” she purrs, before wrapping her lips around the head. Her tongue never stops the entire time, drawing circles around the circumference of the head, coaxing every physical and audible validation of pleasure she can get from you.

“You're insane, you know?” you grunt, reaching down to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Insanely irresistible.”

“And I’m insanely in need of your cock.”

She sinks lower at your praise, engulfing your cock with the overwhelming wet heat of her mouth. Without any hesitation, she sucks you impatiently, taking you deep as she bobs her head with filthy enthusiasm. Her cheeks hollow as she draws pre-cum from you with an unfound hunger, saliva dripping down your shaft as she works you tirelessly.

“Shit, Kkura… just like that.” You groan, threading your fingers through her hair as her hand strokes what her mouth can't reach. Every bob of her head onto your cock reminds you of the past, how you two would always go down on each other at any chance during missions. One may call it baseless lust, but perhaps you both just wanted to feel alive.

Sensing your discourse, Sakura pulls off your cock with a wet pop. Thick strings of spit stretch from her swollen, glistening lips to your throbbing shaft, and the sight makes your cock twitch more. She grabs your cock by the base and leans her head forward, slapping the heavy, veined length against her cheeks.

“Fuck, what are you doing?” you groan, each impact unleashing a surge of intensifying pleasure unto you.

“Tenderising my mouth with your hard cock~” she smirks, now smacking it on her lips before smearing the messy glaze of her saliva and your pre-cum all over her flushed, pretty face like paint. “I missed your cock so fucking much,” she confesses, stroking you with raw obsession. “Every single night for two years, I was such a desperate slut for it. I’d finger my dripping pussy in hotels for hours, moaning your name into the pillow while I imagined choking on this thick fucking cock… how it would stretch all my holes wide, how it would pulse and throb when you’re about to flood me.”

She dives back down without warning, taking you back in brutally deep. Her head bobs frantically, forcing every inch of your cock past the constricting confines of her throat. “You won’t leave me alone anymore, right?” she gasps, pulling off for another breath before gagging herself full again. Wet, sloppy noises echo around the bathroom stall as thick drool spurt from the corners of her stretched lips.

“Shit, Sakura…” you groan, hips jerking uncontrollably into her face. “I missed you too. None of the pussies I fucked could even come close to this filthy mouth of yours. Nothing feels as good as you. Nothing.”

Sakura’s eyes roll back in pleasure at your words, moaning around your cock as she takes you in over and over again. "You’re the only one—whose cock—tastes this fucking good,” she rasps, spit flowing down her chin in messy streams. “So thick—so heavy—so addictive—”