I'd rather come inside. But if I'm using someone's mouth, I want them to taste it before they swallow. And I want to kiss them while the taste is still in their mouth.
[He hasn't actually... put that in words before, but there's a little hesitation in his tone.]
You want to taste your own cum in someone's mouth!?
[Give her a moment. She's Feeling It now so the way she reacts plainly and falters is honest. Her brain wants to address this before answering his questions.]
[He's definitely noting that - that she's got no issue with tasting or swallowing his cum. And it does also answer his question about getting eaten out, at least partially.]
Then you don't have to. I won't notice the taste, and I can wash it down with something afterward.
Part ways. I'm sure the other person wouldn't want me around if they're done getting off, anyway.
[He doesn't entirely think through what he's saying before speaking, and sets his jaw when it catches up with him. Well, it's out now. He'd love to keep pretending he's god's gift to the resort, but it is a little easier to just let it slip knowing that Rin probably thinks the same.]
What does feeling good have to do with it? Feeling good doesn't help me with anything. Magical energy, life force, tao - whatever you call it! Doesn't matter! That kind of thing works like osmosis in a person. Concentrates in the fluids connected to life like saliva, blood, and arousal fluids. If someone is tasting me like that I'm not getting anything extra out of it.
[Tohsaka huffs like she's put out by having to explain that she also treats sex like grabbing a power up.]
[That does make him feel better, actually. If she's not getting anything out of it, then he can just think of it in terms of his own enjoyment. And not feel weird about the fact that he doesn't actually know what he's doing down there.
He's filing away all of the 'life force' ramble, too, but it's practically nonsense to him. What the fuck is tao...]
Not what I said, but if it gets you to drop it? Sure. Why do you care? Do you actually hate pussies?
[Tohsaka points accusingly, but that puts her hand by the bottle. Feeling thirsty, she grabs it and decides to take a shot just to quench that urge and to feel the glass against her lips once more.]
[Dodger bravely stops himself from answering with no, they're the only part of women worth dealing with.
Instead he just fills his glass again, and empties it while he comes up with something better.]
I'm asking because I don't get how many people here think about shit other than getting themselves off. Or they don't want to get off at all, or they're only enjoying themselves if I am. You don't want to be eaten out, and you want to use a toy you can't feel, I'm just trying to see what the point is.
I'm terrible at empathizing with people, but you can't even imagine what a different person even looks like. Maybe this is why you just sell the information rather than use it. There are a million reasons why any of those things are true. Control, pride, terrible self worth. Maybe people hinge their worth in bed on your enjoyment. Maybe someone achieves greater self satisfaction from a role or performance than they do physical satisfaction from direct touch. Getting off? Yeah maybe that's nice in the moment, but perhaps seeing a man on his knees with his lashes dotted with tears from choking on a toy is worth more. Get a better imagination or admit you could never have taste as eclectic and refined as mine!
[Well, it's at this point her declaration is rowdy enough that a waiter swings by and asks her to quiet down or take the discussion outside. Rin simply sticks her tongue put at him, childish once more, but doesn't otherwise argue.]
[Dodger is listening, even if his expression makes it seem like he's not. That seems fair enough - Viktor clearly has self-worth issues, even ignoring his anxiety around activating his powers during sex, and John seems very set on the idea that others' pleasure is the only thing that really matters to him. He knows these things intellectually, he just cannot put himself in that mindset.
That mental image, though - a man on his knees, choking on a toy. That's good, and when Dodger subs that in for Henry on his knees choking on a toy, he has to cross his legs again and his eyes slide half-shut. His face has turned pink. Fuck. Okay, she has a point.]
...They probably need this table. Let's take the rest of the booze and go somewhere.
[He needs to smoke. And he wants to be somewhere quieter, either to get a break from the noise of the other patrons or to try and properly put moves on her. He doesn't know, so much is happening inside him right now.]
[Tohsaka laughs in a way that sounds like it was meant to be haughty but actually came out in just a tipsy, silly giggle. All composure she was maintaining while sitting seems to crumble as she tries to stand. Clearly needing to brace herself against the restaurant furniture because of the sway the alcohol has put in her step.]
Sure, I can grind you under my heel in any spot. Hahaha...
[Dodger lets out a little huff - rather than laughter, this is just bemusement. Somehow he's here again... chattering about sex with someone who barely likes him and is too drunk to do anything fun anyway. And for once, he feels weird about anything he could do to take advantage of her.]
Here. Hold this.
[He gets up, presses the still-closed bottle of whiskey into her hands, and then just scoops her up. She's small enough that he can just hold onto her with one hand, and that leaves the other free to make sure she's got her metal cat, and pat her skirt down if it rides up.
The alcohol is starting to hit him a little. He's got the sort of fun buzz that doesn't impede his movement yet, but he wouldn't mind shotgunning that bottle to catch up with her. Right now, though, unless she objects he's just gonna focus on paying and getting them out of there.]
[If there is anything left of the bottle they were pouring shots from she'll complain about leaving it behind, but otherwise he'll just get a small yelp of surprise from the sudden lift.
Rin tucks her legs. An attempt to make herself more compact to avoid getting dropped from any unbalanced tipping. One arm curls to tuck the unopened bottle against her chest while her other arm loops around Dodger's neck.]
[There's a little left of that bottle, but he's fine wasting it. He can always get more and it'll be harder to carry.]
I'll keep that in mind, princess.
[His tone is light, almost affectionate. And if nothing else, he's strong enough that she barely affects his center of gravity, although he certainly appreciates her sticking close to him.
Meal paid for, he opts to leave on foot - his teleportation feels awful for the other person, he'd rather not put her through that while she's drunk. She does not, however, get to stop him from smoking. The second they're out of the Cardinal, he's pulling out his Lucky Strikes and lighting one.]
So. Am I bringing you back to your place or finding somewhere quiet for you to step on me?
[Might as well confirm, now that the alcohol is properly hitting her. She'll have a better sense for what she can handle than he does.]
[Like a dull knife Dodger's habits sting inside her. The nickname, the same cigarette brand with its acrid smell... What an awful, twisted girl she is. Wishing that the person holding her while reflecting herself was a different scarred man who makes her feel as if she stands before a mirror.
The guilt and yearning mix inside her like milk and tea. Once combined impossible to separate. It makes her pout and nuzzle in against the crook of Dodger's neck.]
I don't wanna go back.
[I don't want to be the adult I've pretended to be since childhood.]
[Dodger startles a little when she nuzzles into him. He sort of expected to have to fight her on letting him smoke, or at least deal with some comment about the smell. She must be... more drunk than he thought.]
I'll find us a spot, then.
[His skin warms up, until he feels like a heated blanket. It's the best he can do to reciprocate the affection while he's walking, trying to remember where the nearest Mating Season pod is.]
Don't fall asleep, by the way. Or I'll just leave you there.
[He won't, he'd feel weird about it. But he also feels weird about coming off as entirely caring.]
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Pour. Ask another, I didn't take turns correctly.
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When did your father die?
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Eight, and my mother was gone by twelve. My father's first apprentice, a priest, became my legal guardian after that.
[Tch. There's a bit of poorly veiled vitriol for said priest when she talks about him.]
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We have a lot in common, then.
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That's not the way to get me to like you better, y'know. Do you like coming inside or leaving your mark better?
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I'd rather come inside. But if I'm using someone's mouth, I want them to taste it before they swallow. And I want to kiss them while the taste is still in their mouth.
[He hasn't actually... put that in words before, but there's a little hesitation in his tone.]
Why don't you want people eating you out?
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[Give her a moment. She's Feeling It now so the way she reacts plainly and falters is honest. Her brain wants to address this before answering his questions.]
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[He gives her a look like she's being weird for questioning him.]
I like the opposite, too. Letting someone else taste themselves on my mouth.
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I don't want to taste myself! I'm bitter and gross like an apothecary's workshop!
[Seemingly no problems with tasting or swallowing semen, though.]
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Then you don't have to. I won't notice the taste, and I can wash it down with something afterward.
[Implying that he still does want to get kissed.]
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[Mostly because she doesn't like climaxing while the other person isn't distracted by getting off themselves. Enjoyment is vulnerability...]
Are you the type to want things after, or do you just part ways?
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[He doesn't entirely think through what he's saying before speaking, and sets his jaw when it catches up with him. Well, it's out now. He'd love to keep pretending he's god's gift to the resort, but it is a little easier to just let it slip knowing that Rin probably thinks the same.]
Does getting eaten out not feel good?
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[Tohsaka huffs like she's put out by having to explain that she also treats sex like grabbing a power up.]
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So it doesn't.
[That does make him feel better, actually. If she's not getting anything out of it, then he can just think of it in terms of his own enjoyment. And not feel weird about the fact that he doesn't actually know what he's doing down there.
He's filing away all of the 'life force' ramble, too, but it's practically nonsense to him. What the fuck is tao...]
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[Tohsaka points accusingly, but that puts her hand by the bottle. Feeling thirsty, she grabs it and decides to take a shot just to quench that urge and to feel the glass against her lips once more.]
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Instead he just fills his glass again, and empties it while he comes up with something better.]
I'm asking because I don't get how many people here think about shit other than getting themselves off. Or they don't want to get off at all, or they're only enjoying themselves if I am. You don't want to be eaten out, and you want to use a toy you can't feel, I'm just trying to see what the point is.
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[Well, it's at this point her declaration is rowdy enough that a waiter swings by and asks her to quiet down or take the discussion outside. Rin simply sticks her tongue put at him, childish once more, but doesn't otherwise argue.]
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That mental image, though - a man on his knees, choking on a toy. That's good, and when Dodger subs that in for Henry on his knees choking on a toy, he has to cross his legs again and his eyes slide half-shut. His face has turned pink. Fuck. Okay, she has a point.]
...They probably need this table. Let's take the rest of the booze and go somewhere.
[He needs to smoke. And he wants to be somewhere quieter, either to get a break from the noise of the other patrons or to try and properly put moves on her. He doesn't know, so much is happening inside him right now.]
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Sure, I can grind you under my heel in any spot. Hahaha...
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Here. Hold this.
[He gets up, presses the still-closed bottle of whiskey into her hands, and then just scoops her up. She's small enough that he can just hold onto her with one hand, and that leaves the other free to make sure she's got her metal cat, and pat her skirt down if it rides up.
The alcohol is starting to hit him a little. He's got the sort of fun buzz that doesn't impede his movement yet, but he wouldn't mind shotgunning that bottle to catch up with her. Right now, though, unless she objects he's just gonna focus on paying and getting them out of there.]
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Rin tucks her legs. An attempt to make herself more compact to avoid getting dropped from any unbalanced tipping. One arm curls to tuck the unopened bottle against her chest while her other arm loops around Dodger's neck.]
If you drop me it's automatic forfeit.
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I'll keep that in mind, princess.
[His tone is light, almost affectionate. And if nothing else, he's strong enough that she barely affects his center of gravity, although he certainly appreciates her sticking close to him.
Meal paid for, he opts to leave on foot - his teleportation feels awful for the other person, he'd rather not put her through that while she's drunk. She does not, however, get to stop him from smoking. The second they're out of the Cardinal, he's pulling out his Lucky Strikes and lighting one.]
So. Am I bringing you back to your place or finding somewhere quiet for you to step on me?
[Might as well confirm, now that the alcohol is properly hitting her. She'll have a better sense for what she can handle than he does.]
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The guilt and yearning mix inside her like milk and tea. Once combined impossible to separate. It makes her pout and nuzzle in against the crook of Dodger's neck.]
I don't wanna go back.
[I don't want to be the adult I've pretended to be since childhood.]
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I'll find us a spot, then.
[His skin warms up, until he feels like a heated blanket. It's the best he can do to reciprocate the affection while he's walking, trying to remember where the nearest Mating Season pod is.]
Don't fall asleep, by the way. Or I'll just leave you there.
[He won't, he'd feel weird about it. But he also feels weird about coming off as entirely caring.]
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[This is fine. It's okay. She certainly has her priorities in order. Rin will definitely be sober by ten—
Oh, she's trying to grab at the cigarette pack before he stuffs it back away.]
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