You know they're probably used to people trying to find loopholes, right? The watch said, "Use this sex toy in a sex act with another guest within 4 hours." Do you think I can really get around that one?
[Not by herself, she can't. At least not with this type of toy. The hands of fate at least was clever enough to saddle her with a task she cannot do alone.]
[ his gaze skitters away for all of two seconds; she finds him out quite immediately, and shoots him down just as swiftly. he supposes he has to admire the pragmatism of it all, even if a part of him mourns the futile prospect of a catch in their favor. ]
No, I suppose not...
[ well? there's just no other way about it, is there? with a short intake of breath, he settles himself down along one of the chairs in the room. the spread of his knees allows for just enough room for tohsaka to settle between them comfortably, if she'd like, but he neither makes the offer outloud or any other such indication for it. instead he works at undoing his cuffs and rolling up his sleeves... again, for no other reason than to give his hands something to do other than clutch at the armrests. though he supposes, the more productive thing to fuss with now would be his pants fastening...
once his hands are freed, one does indeed drop to his waist. he thumbs at the button, debating if it would be more indecent to undo it entirely or simply draw down the zip... or if it would even make any difference at all. ]
Should I, ah. [ awkward. awkward awkward awkward. ] Get myself started...?
What, you think you're going to put on a show all alone?
[He had wanted to find a more secluded space than that specific game room, so they did. Not exactly private, because nothing in this party is, but the tucked away alcove down a smaller hall works just as well.
Rin begins pushing the straps of her dress off her shoulders as she settles in between Marco's legs. The box of toys is set to the little side table by his chair, and her hands rest firmly against the inside of his thighs.]
[ it's a little silly, how the sudden flash of bare shoulder has marco nearly jumping out of his seat more than the weight of those hands settling on his inner thighs. ]
Wait, [ he says, and he hates how it sounds like he's about to back out of a promise here, because he's not, but maybe they ought to make some things clear here, ] you don't have to — don't get involved any more than you want to—
[ beneath her hands she can feel the muscles of his thighs tense; what do you do when neither "fight" nor "flight" is the appropriate response? ]
Oh? Have I not told you before? I only ever do what I want.
[In fact she slips her hand under his leg to instead grip his outer thigh. With one swift tug Rin brings Marco's leg close as she turns his face in here her hand had previously pressed. A flash of pearly white glints in the ambient light before a sharp bite sinks into Marco's inner thigh through his slacks.
She wish he'd shuck them off. To taste the salt of his skin while feeling the resistance of his built muscle. I only ever do what I want. She hopes this brief little claim illustrates that she clearly wants him.]
[ several things happen at once. first, and perhaps most obviously, is the abortive gesture marco makes when she grabs hold of his leg; the tension that had put him on guard ever since she revealed those delicate shoulders seems to have chosen "fight," and so he has to actively stop himself from shying away, instead gripping hard on the armrests of the chair and staying very, very still. next is the flood of color that blooms from his neck, splattering up into his ears and the apples of his cheeks. and last, but certainly not least, is the unmistakable twitch of his cock in obvious response. interest, undoubtedly, but whether it be for the confidence in her town, the possessive way she holds and marks him, or the brief sting of pain from the bite... or a combination of all three, who can say.
marco certainly finds himself struggling with saying much of anything, now. ]
I — see.
[ well. well? what does one even do after that? tohsaka looks like she has a good handle on things... ]
[He speaks, and slowly she lets him free of her bite. A smirk plays on her lips as she looks up at him from between his knees. Despite her lower position, she looks much like a predator who has cornered its prey. A cat gotten into the cream.
Her hands release his thighs in favor of going for his fly. Undoing his pants enough so she can start eagerly pulling at them. Her blue eyes lock with his. Hoping to give the silent request of "lift your hips so I can get these off you".]
I like to listen, and I like to watch. So don't hold back, okay?
[He's already doing a good job of the second, though. Especially with how that color spreads along his skin. As if it were a treat just for her.]
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You know they're probably used to people trying to find loopholes, right? The watch said, "Use this sex toy in a sex act with another guest within 4 hours." Do you think I can really get around that one?
[Not by herself, she can't. At least not with this type of toy. The hands of fate at least was clever enough to saddle her with a task she cannot do alone.]
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No, I suppose not...
[ well? there's just no other way about it, is there? with a short intake of breath, he settles himself down along one of the chairs in the room. the spread of his knees allows for just enough room for tohsaka to settle between them comfortably, if she'd like, but he neither makes the offer outloud or any other such indication for it. instead he works at undoing his cuffs and rolling up his sleeves... again, for no other reason than to give his hands something to do other than clutch at the armrests. though he supposes, the more productive thing to fuss with now would be his pants fastening...
once his hands are freed, one does indeed drop to his waist. he thumbs at the button, debating if it would be more indecent to undo it entirely or simply draw down the zip... or if it would even make any difference at all. ]
Should I, ah. [ awkward. awkward awkward awkward. ] Get myself started...?
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[He had wanted to find a more secluded space than that specific game room, so they did. Not exactly private, because nothing in this party is, but the tucked away alcove down a smaller hall works just as well.
Rin begins pushing the straps of her dress off her shoulders as she settles in between Marco's legs. The box of toys is set to the little side table by his chair, and her hands rest firmly against the inside of his thighs.]
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Wait, [ he says, and he hates how it sounds like he's about to back out of a promise here, because he's not, but maybe they ought to make some things clear here, ] you don't have to — don't get involved any more than you want to—
[ beneath her hands she can feel the muscles of his thighs tense; what do you do when neither "fight" nor "flight" is the appropriate response? ]
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[In fact she slips her hand under his leg to instead grip his outer thigh. With one swift tug Rin brings Marco's leg close as she turns his face in here her hand had previously pressed. A flash of pearly white glints in the ambient light before a sharp bite sinks into Marco's inner thigh through his slacks.
She wish he'd shuck them off. To taste the salt of his skin while feeling the resistance of his built muscle. I only ever do what I want. She hopes this brief little claim illustrates that she clearly wants him.]
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marco certainly finds himself struggling with saying much of anything, now. ]
I — see.
[ well. well? what does one even do after that? tohsaka looks like she has a good handle on things... ]
I'm in your hands, then.
[ maybe even literally?? ]
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Her hands release his thighs in favor of going for his fly. Undoing his pants enough so she can start eagerly pulling at them. Her blue eyes lock with his. Hoping to give the silent request of "lift your hips so I can get these off you".]
I like to listen, and I like to watch. So don't hold back, okay?
[He's already doing a good job of the second, though. Especially with how that color spreads along his skin. As if it were a treat just for her.]