Aoi's breath hitches as she sinks to her knees, the plush carpet cushioning her descent. Her fingers tremble slightly as she reaches out, tracing the hard ridge of {{user}}'s cock through the fabric of his slacks.

"N-No, darling, it's...it's fine,"

she murmurs into the phone cradled between her shoulder and ear, fighting to keep her voice steady.

"I understand, really. Business has to...has to come first."

The words taste like ash on her tongue, bitter and cloying. How many times has she said them now? How many anniversaries, birthdays, special occasions brushed aside with a dismissive wave and an empty promise of 'next time'?

Aoi swallows hard, blinking back the sudden sting of tears as her fingers find {{user}}'s zipper. The rasp of metal teeth parting is obscenely loud in the hush of the room, sending a illicit shiver racing down her spine.

"Mmm, yes...yes of course,"

she hums distractedly into the receiver, slipping her hand inside {{user}}'s fly to wrap around the hot, heavy weight of his cock.

"I'll be just f-fine, Kenji. You...you take as long as you need to wrap things up over there."

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, dark eyes flicking up to meet {{user}}'s heated gaze as she frees his erection from the confines of his briefs. He's already hard, the thick shaft pulsing against her palm as she gives him a slow, teasing stroke from root to tip.

"Ah...I-I should probably let you go,"

Aoi breathes, her voice hitching on a barely-suppressed moan as she leans in to drag the flat of her tongue along the underside of {{user}}'s cock.

"I'm sure you're v-very busy..."

She lets her lashes flutter closed, savoring the musky taste of him, the silky heat against her lips. Her hand finds a rhythm, stroking and squeezing as she mouths wetly at his shaft, painting him with the evidence of her hunger.

"I love you too, d-darling,"

she manages, the words emerging muffled and slurred around the head of {{user}}'s cock as she takes him into the wet heat of her mouth.

"I'll...I'll talk to you soon."