An unintentionally overheard phrase

The new day for the crew of the Star Express was obscenely quiet. Through the glass they could see the dark blanket enveloping the world, dotted with dimly shining stars. Dan Heng was sitting in front of the computer, filling in the database of the latest study, when he was interrupted by a knock on the door. — Come in,— the boy said in a calm tone. A girl flew into the room, — Help, — Her voice was concerned. — What is it again? — The black haired man looked around, -I'm a little surprised, usually you come running for me to untangle you from your own hair. — Oh come on! It's not every day, — She looked around the room, — I hide under your bed? — Kamiko, have you done something to Pom-Pom again? — No, not at all. Marth 7 wants to take my picture. — Again? — He said with a kind of indifference as he asked the question and looked at the girl with the long, pure white hair climbing under his bed, — Why don't you just do what she wants? — I've been avoiding this for months, not to just give up like this, — The blonde mumbled, finally hiding herself. — Anyway, my room isn't a place to hide. — Please, I won't be long. — Okay... Then hide your hair, it's peeking out, — Dan Heng said in a calm voice. — Thank you! The guy just continued to go about his business as if nothing had happened, but he was interrupted again. A girl entered the room, — Hey, have you seen Kamiko? — The pink-haired girl looked around the room. —No, please come out, I'm busy. — You're always busy, you better get up the courage to ask Kamiko out, or do you think I can't see the way you look at her? — She looked at the black-haired man, "Why are you blushing all red? — Get out, please, you're bothering me. Long-haired, listening to the statements of her friend, fell into confusion, thinking over what she heard, — «Shit, shit, shit! What should I do?» — Her heart was ready to stop, — «I had no idea! I didn't notice it at all... He's always been so quiet,» — she continued to ponder, covering her mouth with her hands to keep from screaming in happiness, — «Quiet, calm, how could I have gotten him so interested in me?» - Kamika was also interested in him, she always liked guys who looked unapproachable. Mart left the room, leaving them alone. — How long are you going to sit there? — The black-haired man spoke while filling out the archives. — Does he think I didn't hear? — The blond girl thought about his behavior, climbing out from under the bed. — I don't think so. — Are you a mind reader? — The long-haired girl's eyes widened. — No, I just assumed you were thinking it. Kamiki's mind flashed through several assumptions, and she stopped at the one that she had misunderstood Mart's words, — Well, I'll wait here a little longer, you don't mind, do you? —  He continued, "I really like you," he said, gathering his thoughts while still typing. — What? — The blonde couldn't believe her ears. — I like you, — he said with the same calmness. Even without seeing the girl, he realized that she was sitting and trying to understand the essence of what was happening or where she could escape to. Dan Heng did not think that his feelings were mutual, because he thought that he had an unremarkable appearance and a character that did not stand out. — I'll probably go to my room, Mart 7 has already checked everything, — She stood up and whispered in his ear, — You too, — And ran out of the room, leaving the black-haired man to realize that his hopes were not in vain. *** — I found it, — the pink-haired girl exclaimed happily, hugging Kamiko, — What's wrong with your pulse? Did I scare you that much? — I just did the most reckless thing I've ever done in my life. — You do them every day. — You're the one who gets me into things all the time, so don't give me that. — Okay, what did you do? — Mart 7 asked with interest. — I told you that I love Dan Han. — What? — A look of surprise flashed across her face, "What about him? — Nothing, I ran away right away, — the white-haired girl's trembling voice gave away her state of mind. — Don't worry, he likes you too, or rather I think so. — I was under his bed, — she grinned at her friend. She froze, trying to figure out if she had ruined their relationship or vice versa. — I should probably go... — March 7 left with embarrassment. — The blonde rushed back towards the black-haired man's room, — «You just ran away, that's not how you do things,» — she froze as she entered it, the naked abs of the guy who was changing his clothes in front of her. — Come out please, — He said it like he was fully dressed, he wasn't embarrassed by anything at all. Ignoring his words, Kamiko scooted closer and gave him a brief kiss, immediately pulling away and staring at the floor, clenching her palms into a fist. — So that's how... — With his fingers, he touched the girl's chin, applying a little pressure, forcing her to lift her head, — I assume you won't say no. — From what? — A frantic pulse enveloped her from head to toe. The way his lips touched hers, enveloping her in a tender, careful kiss. He ran his hands through her hair, pulling the girl closer and closer, the other wrapped around her porcelain neck. The blonde also kept up: she ran her fingers along his collarbones, and now she was studying the curves of his cubes, running her hand too low, making the black-haired man jerk and his cock rise. — You're beautiful, — Dan Heng said, pulling back, stroking her pinkish cheeks. Kamiko was still digesting his actions, but she realized that she wanted more, and not just a kiss, — I...I...I...want you to... — Because of her shyness, she couldn't finish. — What do you want? — The boy genuinely didn't understand what she wanted. Instead of words, the blonde decided to show him. Taking the black-haired man by the wrist, the girl took him to the bed, forced him to lie down and hovered over him, — You, — She saw for the first time not that cold, indifferent look, but surprise mixed with embarrassment.   — Are you sure? — The boy spoke softly, staring into her amber eyes, covered by fluffy lashes. — Yes, — She tucked her hair behind her ear and brushed her lips against his, setting a quick, sloppy pace as he ran his hands under her red sweatshirt. Counting each rib, he touched her nipples, running his fingers over them. — I love your hair so much, — Kamiko whispered in his ear. The black-haired man wrapped his arms around the blonde's waist, laying the girl on her back, her hair spread all over the bed. The girl fidgets a little and sighs with impatience, but it doesn't seem right for him to rush right now. And she, every now and then, casts glances at him, begging for something more than foreplay. His hand barely touches between her thighs, making the blonde's body shudder in surprise, causing the white ironed sheet to crumple beneath her. Leading her around a bit, he slowly plunged his fingers into her. Curiosity sparked in Dan Heng — «What does she taste like?» — He thought to himself, to the tune of her deep breathing. When he pulled away from the girl's plump lips, he took out his fingers and brought them to his lips, licking them a little with his tongue, he felt the salty taste of her secretions. — What are you doing? — Kamiko was confused by his actions, completely incomprehensible to her. — She was curious, that's all. — You're a fool, — the blonde said with a wave of her hand. The black-haired man answered her calmly, returning his fingers to her vagina, circling her clit, occasionally teasing it. The girl was already bored with his actions, and she placed the tip of his finger in the right pleasure center. Gradually picking up the rhythm, the quiet, unassuming moans from her lips changed to more vivid ones, making his cock tense up even more. But he wanted to see her orgasm, how her body would react to his actions. Sliding his fingers in even faster, almost unmistakably, mechanically, stimulating her clit, he saw what he wanted.  Kamiko froze, her whole body thrashing in convulsions, clutching his hand with force with her knees, forgetting to breathe. When she relaxed, trying to adjust her breathing to a normal rhythm, the guy only regarded her, not hiding his interest. — Did I do well? — Dan Heng said, continuing to look at the blonde. "That's a rhetorical question, if anything," he grinned. — Then why are you asking? — A tired voice escaped her lips. The black-haired man smiled slightly, as if he hadn't done it before, — I wanted to. — I want to feel him inside me, — The girl slowly ran her finger along the bump of his pants. He examined her body again, realizing he wanted the same thing. A little hastily, and clumsily, he pulled off the last elements of his clothes. Spreading her seemingly fragile legs apart, finding himself between her wide spread thighs, he slowly entered her. Their fingers intertwined, she wanted to feel his full length. — It won't hurt me, don't worry. — The blonde could barely hear herself say. — Are you sure? Seeing the approving nod of her head, Dan Heng walked out and then walked back in, but in a harsh and rude manner, — He asked. — Yes, but don't stop, please. The thrusts only increased the pace, the moans that Kamiko couldn't control made the guy roll his eyes and move even faster. After a while, he wanted to see something else, the blonde's bare back, the graceful curves of her sagging spine. Breaking the girl's request not to stop, he positioned her in a cancerous position, revealing a marvelous view of her rounded ass. With the wet, loud slapping of their bodies against each other, the guy quickly regained his previous rhythm. The sounds made by the bodies of these two seemed to envelope the entire express, so shameless and depraved in their own lustful desires. Feeling the pleasurable pulses that heralded the end, the black-haired man withdrew his cock and cupped his hand around it, sliding her lubricant up and down. Droplets of warm, thick semen flooded her back and he examined her, the red marks left by the impact of their bodies on her porcelain skin, flavored by the white drops dripping down like honey, kept his cock from dropping, rather the opposite, it turned him on even more. — Kamiko? Are you okay? — Fine,— A slightly disappointed voice came out of her pleasure-starved lips, — Dry me off, please. — I don't want to. She turned her head and gave him a stunned look, — What am I supposed to do? — Get up. — It'll drain, you fool. — I'll wash it, — He took her by force and sank his teeth into her neck, causing a small, pleasant pain, — I want you to finish again. Her already flushed cheeks became even brighter, — Maybe I don't want to. — I don't care, — He took her hand and pulled her to the table, where he sat her down. There was enough room for the blonde to lie down, her hair soaked with his seed, sticking to her back. With the same abrupt motion he plunged his cock into the girl, roughly taking her slender hand he placed it on her clit,  — I want to see you jerk yourself off. Kamiko obediently indulged his whims, but she was only too happy to do so. The short, jagged thrusts, hitting her precisely at her elevated pulse, combined with the friction of the blonde's nerve endings and fingers, took her far beyond the limits of the universe, under Dan Heng's devouring gaze. Every movement brought both of them into ecstasy. The blonde's trembling, inarticulate voice tried to say something, but she couldn't stop the melody of pleasure, realizing that she was about to finish again. Watching her body bucking like last time, he sped up. At this pace, they cum almost simultaneously. Tired, soaked with sweat, but satisfied, the pair looked into each other's eyes. He kissed Kamiko's forehead and sent her to the shower to wash off all traces of lust. He wiped the table with wet wipes and headed over to her. *** Refreshed, they went back into the room, pulled on their clothes and stargazed on the bed. There was a knock on the door. — Dan Hen, it's Himeko, can I come in? The boy indicated for the blonde to hide in the closet. — Yes, come in. The majestic, red-haired girl entered, clomping her heels. — I have an assignment for you, March 7 and Kamiko, waiting for you in the main carriage, — She looked at him, — Do you know where Kamiko is? — No. — Okay, — Himeko continued with a sarcastic tone, — Hair peeking out of the closet crevice, — She smirked and walked away, leaving the couple a little embarrassed.