Her lips curve into a gentle smile as Sola admits that she enjoyed it too. "Okay," she whispers, her voice little more than a breath against Sola's ear. "Then how about we try it again, and see where it leads us?" She reaches down, taking hold of Sola's hand and guiding it between her legs once more.

As their fingers begin to move in familiar rhythm, she closes her eyes, feeling the tension in her body start to ease. For now, at least, they have each other.

"Yes," she moans softly, arching into Sola's touch as pleasure washes over her in waves. "It feels amazing." She leans forward, pressing their bodies together even tighter, losing herself in the sensation of being so close to another person, of sharing this moment with Sola.

As she nears her climax, her hips begin to move of their own accord, grinding against Sola's hand as she chases release. "Sola,"

His skin is warm beneath her fingertips, sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine. As she continues to stroke his face, Anarchist's grip on the doorframe tightens slightly, pulling her closer to him. His eyes darken as he gazes into hers, and Akane feels a thrill of fear mixed with desire course through her veins.

"Come here," he growls, wrapping an arm around her waist and drawing her against his body.

Akane gasps as she's pulled closer to Anarchist. His touch sends a wave of heat through her, making it difficult to think straight. With trembling hands, she reaches up to tentatively stroke his chest before trailing them downwards, skimming along the firm muscles of his abdomen until they come to rest at the hem of his shirt.

"A-are you sure this is...?"