[ She's smart to doubt it, but it honestly doesn't take much for Obikawa's heartrate to skyrocket; lonely and touch-starved. He's taking advantage of the fact that he can get such a reaction from her, giddy as the partition lowers. ]
Do you not want to?
[ His lips curl up into a grin, sly and mischievous, as he places the silver goblet on the nearby table. A hand drifts upward, unhesitatingly placing it on her waist.
She gave an inch, he intends to take the mile. ]
But since you're here, I can just take care of you. Again.
[His tease briefly makes her blood run hot, but the moment his hand settles on her waist, Rin is gripping him by the shoulder. Her hold on him is strong, and she uses that strength in her small body to press him back into the cushions of the couch he leisurely rests one.]
Oh? Didn't I promise I'd be the one smothering you this time? Or are you the type that's satisfied with doing the same thing over and over again?
[ There's not an ounce of resistance when she urges him to be pushed backwards. He relaxes into the plush pillows, thighs spreading apart so that she can fit herself between them if she so wished.
He does, however, grip the wrist of the hand placed on his shoulder. ]
I think I'd get a little bored. [ Unhesitating, he lifts her hand to his mouth to place a chaste kiss to her palm. ] But you'd make it worth it, wouldn't you?
[Tohsaka shifts her hand. Wrist rotating in his grip so that she can swipe her thumb over his lips instead. If she was feeling particularly combative perhaps she'd hook her thumb in his mouth to be cheeky, but for now she still hopes that maybe she can get him back to being agitated.]
After all, you'd probably not appreciate me criticizing your technique.
[ If she did she’d see a row of teeth, white and gleaming, before Obikawa may be prompted to lightly prod at her skin. It’s probably for the best that she keep most — if not all — limbs away from his mouth.
Instead his fingers ghost underneath the fabric of her shirt. ]
Criticize it? [ He lifts a brow, head tilting just slightly. ] Didn’t like it last time? Too much tongue?
Too pushy. I never even got what I wanted, too. All that time spent and I didn't even get my payout. That's rude of you, you know. You owe me.
[If he's going to explore her and dance about the tease of undressing her, Rin will keep advancing too. Her hand rises from his mouth, along his face, up into his hair. Her fingers carding through the locks as she thinks back on that tongue of his. Yeah, Obikawa's mouth is dangerous.
Not just because she's easily baited to the banter, but because of that tongue. His teeth. The hunger he had for her. Rin let herself get lost in it. To be so deeply wanted — needed — was the most intoxicating thing of that encounter.]
How do you plan to pay me back? Maybe I get to watch you slither and writhe?
Nothing? [ The word ends with a drawl, Obikawa's arms loosely wrapping around Rin's waist as he pulls himself closer. The corners of his mouth curl a coy smile, eyes half-lidded while his tone remains languid and teasing. ] I'm a really bad guy, huh? Just taking everything I want without considering you.
[ He brings his face to her belly, cheek warm against clothed skin as a hand dares to creep up her skirt. ]
I'm just going to do whatever I want again if you only ask questions.
[Good lord, he really is a clingy snake, isn't he? Holding close and trying to slither up under her clothes. Honestly, the worst part of it all (in her mind) is that she doesn't hate it. Having him continue to pursue her is validating. A piece of her simply wishes to indulge in it. Let him coil himself around her until her world is nothing but his weight and warmth.
One of her hands rises to pat his head. Stroking her palm over his crown as she tries to determine what her next move should be. She wishes she could make him indignant again. What she wouldn't give to see that pretty face of his pout.]
[Ah, what was it that she said that upset him again? Was it the gag, or comparing a boa to a cobra? Either way, thoughts of the mouth give her an idea. Her hand in his hair grips tightly, and she tugs enough to tilt his head just-so. After all, she wants access to his neck so that she can sink her teeth in. Rin may not be a snake, but she can at least leave a bruise when she tries.]
[ Doesn't it make sense that he is? Otherwise he'd have more likeness to a sloth, languid and unexciting. Obikawa is a man who loves the feeling of pressuring an individual in his grasp -- it just comes to him naturally, as if those precious years spent as a tiny cell lead up to his more devious form.
And at times he may feel like a dog. Like now, with Rin patting his head to stall his ever-growing impatience.
Now he does expect her to come closer, but what catches him by surprise starts at the sharp tug of his hair. He cranes his neck, blinking thrice before there's teeth against his jugular; skin stinging with heat. Obikawa draws a sharp breath of equal amount bewilderment and arousal, something unfamiliar yet alluring when he's on the end of feeling as if he may just be devoured.
The bruise will blossom in time, something he may even feel mildly ashamed and humiliated for, but that's a problem for later Obikawa. Right now there's a fever that courses through his blood. The hand that was trailing up her skirt grabbing a handful of Rin's ass before dragging her onto the couch, the plush pillows being her saving grace as he hovers above her. ]
You really are a hedgehog. [ The words slide off his tongue teasingly. ] Make sure to mark me all over.
[Rin didn't expect to get manhandled like that. Tossed about so easily, and having her upper-hand stolen from her. However the moment he tells her to mark him she suddenly finds peace with her position. To be invited to scratch and claw and bite him, to be asked to leave something lasting that will have him unable to avoid the thought of her later, fills Rin's chest with such unbridled excitement. So much so that she doesn't even try angling for a way to flip their positions.]
You want another taste? What weird preferences you have.
[Her hands move. Fingers curling against his back and dragging along the stretch of his torso. Not yet enough to leave anything but soon-to-fade streaks, but if it's really what he wants she can rake him again and again.]
But that's just fine by me. A girl like me has to take what she can get.
[ There. There. It's the gentleness that comes from Rin's expression to the tips of her fingers, dragging temptation over his skin like a hot iron ready to pierce his body. It would be a welcomed sensation, one he wouldn't ready to compare the likeness to actually being stabbed; intimate, because in his perspective to be held is to always be ready to be harmed.
Obikawa isn't even that aware that he's guiding Rin into a territory that's equal amounts dangerous as it is sensitive. ]
You're one to talk. You're definitely a hundred times weirder than me.
[ A lie that escapes him as his mouth forms a small pout. Impulsion drives him to lean closer, body and mind enraptured by the memory of medicine and herbs that lingered on his tongue the last time he had tasted her.
Obikawa closes the distance between them, just briefly, a bittersweet kiss placed on the corner of her mouth as his hands move to wrap around her waist. Fingers moving underneath layers of clothing and dragging across her skin. He scatters kisses down her jaw and to her neck, teeth grazing against a soft jugular. ]
[Tohsaka breathes out a soft laugh. The huff of air comes warm, and she tilts her head ever-so-slightly to give him more room to that vulnerable area. While Rin typically isn't one to expose her vulnerabilities to anyone, the back-and-forth with Obikawa is exhilarating. Part of the thrill is baiting him to see what will come next. And in the end? She'll take it as her own fault if he follows up on it.
Meanwhile her hands explore him further. Seeking ways to shed him of his clothes as he teases his mouth against her while threatening to consume her.]
Oh, I'm sure you say that to most people. You're the greedy type, aren't you? Just indulging yourself as you see fit. Whether you confirm that or not, I at least know I was right about one thing: you look cuter when you pout.
[Forget it, she's too impatient. With a little push, she surges just enough magical energy through his clothes to make them burst at the seams. The cloth flying off in pieces away from his body.]
[ Okay. Well. She's got him there in the fact that he does talk about eating people a lot. ]
You can ask around if you want to. [ Would she? Even if he's sure that any description of him would lead to immediate fear and possible warnings for Rin to keep Obikawa further than just at arms length, he wonders if she'd rather prove him wrong or indulge in the idea that maybe she was special.
His hand slips under her shirt, hiking it up to reveal a smooth stomach -- ]
[She blinks in surprise. Honestly she could just force the pieces back together with a little magecraft as long as all of them are still accounted for (which they should be, it's an enclosed space) but that's not at the forefront for her to think about mentioning. Instead she simply begins shucking off her own clothes in an attempt to keep him from ripping them in retaliation.]
A little bit. [ A lie, because honestly he would walk nude through the casino without any shame. Honestly he's surprised that he hasn't seen more people do just that considering where they are.
More importantly she's in the process of doing the same to herself, much to his dismay as his fingers curl into the hem of her shirt. It only takes a hint of strength, a bit of power, for his nails to grow sharp enough to poke holes through the fabric of her clothing and slowly begin to tear through. ]
Don't cheat. You got rid of my clothes your way, so lemme get rid of yours.
[The moment Tohsaka hears the sound of tearing fabric she halts. Her face twisting into an indignant pout as she stares up at Obikawa. All sourness and judgment aimed his way, but...
Her hands let go of her top. She relents, if only because:]
Fine. But then we're even.
[Always trying to control the terms. Rin is a transactional woman who navigates the world through debts and repayments because that's exactly how she was taught. Other mages think in terms of leverages and favors, and so does she. It makes it difficult for her to relate to others.]
[ There are no such things as favors or debts in the realm of the Gods. Even as Obikawa and his kin took control of the human territories it was all claimed for themselves as individuals. They conquered the country and yet would be the first to destroy each other -- "infected", as they would call it, by the very humans they governed. Or swayed by the beguiling promises of happiness in the form of drugs.
Obikawa doesn't know what it means to do anything evenly. He either takes until there's nothing more or get bored enough to stop.
The threads of her shirt pull apart, fabric shredding off her skin with a swift tug of his nails. He sits on his knees to then tug at her skirt, peppering kisses to her knees as he watches her expression sour. ] I like it when you pout, too, [ He admits, hoisting her up by her waist with one hand as the other unceremoniously tears at her clothes. ] but that's probably because I like seeing you in general.
[ Very unfortunate. It doesn't take a lot for him to start liking people. It's also gonna really suck if he ever has to admit that he has a form of face blindness. ]
[I like seeing you. HELLO!? Tohsaka wasn't exactly prepared for any sort of sincerity, and when he drops that on her as he (kind of) violently disrobes her. She stares at him openly in disbelief. Like if his admission just turned him into some three headed freak. She can feel heat and color rise to her cheeks. Maybe she can just play it off as some kind of interest in being undressed like this?
No. She shouldn't encourage someone else ruining her things. What a pickle.]
You have weird preferences.
[As in, "anyone who likes me has to be messed up in some way". Though considering his inhuman nature that certainly fits the bill. Tohsaka swallows nervously as Obikawa effortlessly moves around her petite body. Having him pursue her and having him say he likes something about her feels... different. Or maybe she's the one who is weird.
Her world is transactional. Feelings just get in the way. They both know what they're here for, right? Which is why she'll encourage herself along by grabbing her own breast and massaging it in a circular motion.]
[ A noncommittal sound of acknowledgement -- Obikawa isn't so oblivious that he wouldn't realize that he tends to have odd preferences. But isn't that what makes humans so interesting? It's what makes Rin interesting, at least, in being so assure of herself that she entertains being in the maws of a beast.
Perhaps he should make his presence more known to see if there is any underlying fear in her confidence; a terrifying being hiding under the skin of a man. ]
And you don't? [ He smirks against Rin's neck because he believes himself to be right. ] You've got the mindset of a predator while at the same time having the instincts of a preyed upon animal. [ And then, tilting in a hint further, he presses his teeth against bare skin -- not biting down, but clearly teasing at the idea of it. Just as a hand ghosts bare thighs, with what's left of on her body is only her panties. ]
I bet you enjoy it a whole lot, [ His head falls further, following the curve of her shoulder and collarbone, peppering kisses between ever breath. His tongue drags across bare skin, lips latching onto a nipple. ] having people chase you down like they need you.
[ His fingers coax themselves underneath fabric, searching for the heat between her thighs. Curling into folds and drawing circles against her clit, teasing her further as if to prove a point. ]
[He's not wrong. A girl who lived her life, after turning 8, virtually alone? A girl who thought herself too weird to be liked by normal people and too obscure to catch the interest of other mages? When people wanted her on campus what they sought after was a lie. A perfect image she forged to keep people at a distance. When people want her here... it may not be her whole and honest self they know, but it's certainly closer to the real thing.
It's even more validating if someone seeks her out more than once. Proving to her that her ill-nature and her weird quirks aren't deal breakers. His words strike her even harder since he says them while toying with her. Teeth on her skin makes those dark lashes flutter. Lips encircling her nipple cause a gasp to pierce her lungs. Fingers teasing her clit encourages a shiver to run through her body while her hips adjust their angle to make it easier for him.]
So what? Are you saying we're some kind of odd matched pair? Something that works when it shouldn't?
[She doesn't deny his accusation, but she doesn't have to confirm it either. Instead Rin's hand leaves her tit to grab hold of his hair. The other deciding to rake her manicured nails across his back. She doesn't care if she's done it before. Any chance to mark up another while also reassessing the power of their musculature beneath the skin is worth taking. She wants to become more familiar with his body. To know more about the danger she's flirting with.
When his fingers find that sensitive spot, he'll also be treated to the reality that what they've done up until now has certainly already sparked her interest. The warmth and wetness of her slit testifying to how much they're tit-for-tat has excited her.]
[ Now that's something he won't answer. Two puzzle pieces that could align but just can't fit would be a better analogy, one a little too narrow or wide to be put together.
Rin isn't an enigma but she is interesting. It encourages Obikawa to carnally desire in seeing different parts of her -- to unlock the anger in her voice, the sharp edge of a knife. He wants to feed into whatever this is, even if it may be hazardous. Even if it meant getting infected by another human and allowing them into the depths of his ribcage; the danger of getting close enough to kill.
She's wet against his fingers and it brings the corners of his mouth to curl into a grin. He can feel his cock grow hard, his shaft ghosting against her thighs in search for warmth. For the time being, however, he focuses all of his attention on sinking a digit into her cunt. Past her folds he's welcomed to heat, pushing down to the knuckle before he draws backs and finds a rhythm. In. Out. Coating his finger with her wetness before his own selfish arousal encourages him to add another, feeling her pussy stretch in his shape. ]
You feel good. [ He starts, looking up at her with half-lidded eyes with a gaze that remains clear. ] You really want me to fuck you, huh?
[The coaxing attention he pays to her walls has Rin's breath coming out heavier. The stimulation exciting her heart and encouraging blood flow. It begs her lungs for more air, and the more Obikawa teases her the more that familiar haze of desire clouds her vision. While that pout twists the features on Rin's face, she can't help but be drawn to his. Watching him with equal measure fascination and lust.
He accuses her of wanting him, and he'll feel immediately the way it makes her tense up. The channel of her cunt squeezing down on the fingers he has buried inside her.]
Maybe I'm a little curious... All you did last time was use your mouth, after all. Maybe all that strength you have is worthless? It might be interesting to find out.
[Then again, strength and typical stamina isn't everything. Narumi Gen provided that when he gave her the unequivocal worst and most boring fuck of her life. Though she has come to regret making fun of him publicly for it, since that spurred such an insufferable man like him to get better just to spite her.
Tohsaka grips his hair a little tighter. Digs her nails in his back a little deeper.]
But you? You've wanted to fuck me, too. [If his erection against her thigh is anything to go by.]
[ There's interest. And heat. And arousal, which is unexpected considering that he's always ensured a mutual distance in all his encounters. He doesn't care to reserve any lingering curiosities for the people that he intends to forget -- but that's what makes Rin an enigma to him, among other people. There's that piece of him he wishes to ignore that so desperately want to curl into all these new sensations; to be as close to someone else that they're essentially a singular being.
His skin gives underneath the wake of her nails, red and angry streaks across his back as she begins to claw herself into him. It earns a satisfying hiss as his free hand grips her waist and pulls her closer into his lap. As close as he physically can, at least. ] I wonder how disappointed you'd be if that were the truth. [ He cants his head coyly, his smile never reaching his eyes as his teeth nip at the curve of her breasts. Sucking against the skin until it's left with a mark. ]
Relax. [ It's a command, rather than a request, his tone just a hint darker. ] Let me hear just how cute you are before I just put it in...
[ It's asked as he twists his hand, his palm slick with her wetness dripping from his fingers. He wonders what she tastes like, what sort of face she'd make if he just dipped his head down to replace his fingers with his mouth -- would she be more disappointed than surprised? Would she become embarrassed or irritated?
He wants to see Rin become frustrated and ruined, flushed red with pleasure and aching. It causes his cock to throb, the ache hardly satisfying as he longs to fit himself inside her down to the hilt. ] But maybe I should just be greedy again and shove it in? You'd take it either way, wouldn't you?
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Do you not want to?
[ His lips curl up into a grin, sly and mischievous, as he places the silver goblet on the nearby table. A hand drifts upward, unhesitatingly placing it on her waist.
She gave an inch, he intends to take the mile. ]
But since you're here, I can just take care of you. Again.
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Oh? Didn't I promise I'd be the one smothering you this time? Or are you the type that's satisfied with doing the same thing over and over again?
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He does, however, grip the wrist of the hand placed on his shoulder. ]
I think I'd get a little bored. [ Unhesitating, he lifts her hand to his mouth to place a chaste kiss to her palm. ] But you'd make it worth it, wouldn't you?
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[Tohsaka shifts her hand. Wrist rotating in his grip so that she can swipe her thumb over his lips instead. If she was feeling particularly combative perhaps she'd hook her thumb in his mouth to be cheeky, but for now she still hopes that maybe she can get him back to being agitated.]
After all, you'd probably not appreciate me criticizing your technique.
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Instead his fingers ghost underneath the fabric of her shirt. ]
Criticize it? [ He lifts a brow, head tilting just slightly. ] Didn’t like it last time? Too much tongue?
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[If he's going to explore her and dance about the tease of undressing her, Rin will keep advancing too. Her hand rises from his mouth, along his face, up into his hair. Her fingers carding through the locks as she thinks back on that tongue of his. Yeah, Obikawa's mouth is dangerous.
Not just because she's easily baited to the banter, but because of that tongue. His teeth. The hunger he had for her. Rin let herself get lost in it. To be so deeply wanted — needed — was the most intoxicating thing of that encounter.]
How do you plan to pay me back? Maybe I get to watch you slither and writhe?
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[ He brings his face to her belly, cheek warm against clothed skin as a hand dares to creep up her skirt. ]
I'm just going to do whatever I want again if you only ask questions.
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One of her hands rises to pat his head. Stroking her palm over his crown as she tries to determine what her next move should be. She wishes she could make him indignant again. What she wouldn't give to see that pretty face of his pout.]
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And at times he may feel like a dog. Like now, with Rin patting his head to stall his ever-growing impatience.
Now he does expect her to come closer, but what catches him by surprise starts at the sharp tug of his hair. He cranes his neck, blinking thrice before there's teeth against his jugular; skin stinging with heat. Obikawa draws a sharp breath of equal amount bewilderment and arousal, something unfamiliar yet alluring when he's on the end of feeling as if he may just be devoured.
The bruise will blossom in time, something he may even feel mildly ashamed and humiliated for, but that's a problem for later Obikawa. Right now there's a fever that courses through his blood. The hand that was trailing up her skirt grabbing a handful of Rin's ass before dragging her onto the couch, the plush pillows being her saving grace as he hovers above her. ]
You really are a hedgehog. [ The words slide off his tongue teasingly. ] Make sure to mark me all over.
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You want another taste? What weird preferences you have.
[Her hands move. Fingers curling against his back and dragging along the stretch of his torso. Not yet enough to leave anything but soon-to-fade streaks, but if it's really what he wants she can rake him again and again.]
But that's just fine by me. A girl like me has to take what she can get.
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Obikawa isn't even that aware that he's guiding Rin into a territory that's equal amounts dangerous as it is sensitive. ]
You're one to talk. You're definitely a hundred times weirder than me.
[ A lie that escapes him as his mouth forms a small pout. Impulsion drives him to lean closer, body and mind enraptured by the memory of medicine and herbs that lingered on his tongue the last time he had tasted her.
Obikawa closes the distance between them, just briefly, a bittersweet kiss placed on the corner of her mouth as his hands move to wrap around her waist. Fingers moving underneath layers of clothing and dragging across her skin. He scatters kisses down her jaw and to her neck, teeth grazing against a soft jugular. ]
But it just makes me wanna eat you.
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Meanwhile her hands explore him further. Seeking ways to shed him of his clothes as he teases his mouth against her while threatening to consume her.]
Oh, I'm sure you say that to most people. You're the greedy type, aren't you? Just indulging yourself as you see fit. Whether you confirm that or not, I at least know I was right about one thing: you look cuter when you pout.
[Forget it, she's too impatient. With a little push, she surges just enough magical energy through his clothes to make them burst at the seams. The cloth flying off in pieces away from his body.]
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You can ask around if you want to. [ Would she? Even if he's sure that any description of him would lead to immediate fear and possible warnings for Rin to keep Obikawa further than just at arms length, he wonders if she'd rather prove him wrong or indulge in the idea that maybe she was special.
His hand slips under her shirt, hiking it up to reveal a smooth stomach -- ]
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-- What am I gonna wear after we're done?
[ His clothes are just gone? Hello? This is something one of his kin would do and he absolutely hates that. ]
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[She blinks in surprise. Honestly she could just force the pieces back together with a little magecraft as long as all of them are still accounted for (which they should be, it's an enclosed space) but that's not at the forefront for her to think about mentioning. Instead she simply begins shucking off her own clothes in an attempt to keep him from ripping them in retaliation.]
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More importantly she's in the process of doing the same to herself, much to his dismay as his fingers curl into the hem of her shirt. It only takes a hint of strength, a bit of power, for his nails to grow sharp enough to poke holes through the fabric of her clothing and slowly begin to tear through. ]
Don't cheat. You got rid of my clothes your way, so lemme get rid of yours.
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Her hands let go of her top. She relents, if only because:]
Fine. But then we're even.
[Always trying to control the terms. Rin is a transactional woman who navigates the world through debts and repayments because that's exactly how she was taught. Other mages think in terms of leverages and favors, and so does she. It makes it difficult for her to relate to others.]
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Obikawa doesn't know what it means to do anything evenly. He either takes until there's nothing more or get bored enough to stop.
The threads of her shirt pull apart, fabric shredding off her skin with a swift tug of his nails. He sits on his knees to then tug at her skirt, peppering kisses to her knees as he watches her expression sour. ] I like it when you pout, too, [ He admits, hoisting her up by her waist with one hand as the other unceremoniously tears at her clothes. ] but that's probably because I like seeing you in general.
[ Very unfortunate. It doesn't take a lot for him to start liking people. It's also gonna really suck if he ever has to admit that he has a form of face blindness. ]
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No. She shouldn't encourage someone else ruining her things. What a pickle.]
You have weird preferences.
[As in, "anyone who likes me has to be messed up in some way". Though considering his inhuman nature that certainly fits the bill. Tohsaka swallows nervously as Obikawa effortlessly moves around her petite body. Having him pursue her and having him say he likes something about her feels... different. Or maybe she's the one who is weird.
Her world is transactional. Feelings just get in the way. They both know what they're here for, right? Which is why she'll encourage herself along by grabbing her own breast and massaging it in a circular motion.]
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Perhaps he should make his presence more known to see if there is any underlying fear in her confidence; a terrifying being hiding under the skin of a man. ]
And you don't? [ He smirks against Rin's neck because he believes himself to be right. ] You've got the mindset of a predator while at the same time having the instincts of a preyed upon animal. [ And then, tilting in a hint further, he presses his teeth against bare skin -- not biting down, but clearly teasing at the idea of it. Just as a hand ghosts bare thighs, with what's left of on her body is only her panties. ]
I bet you enjoy it a whole lot, [ His head falls further, following the curve of her shoulder and collarbone, peppering kisses between ever breath. His tongue drags across bare skin, lips latching onto a nipple. ] having people chase you down like they need you.
[ His fingers coax themselves underneath fabric, searching for the heat between her thighs. Curling into folds and drawing circles against her clit, teasing her further as if to prove a point. ]
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It's even more validating if someone seeks her out more than once. Proving to her that her ill-nature and her weird quirks aren't deal breakers. His words strike her even harder since he says them while toying with her. Teeth on her skin makes those dark lashes flutter. Lips encircling her nipple cause a gasp to pierce her lungs. Fingers teasing her clit encourages a shiver to run through her body while her hips adjust their angle to make it easier for him.]
So what? Are you saying we're some kind of odd matched pair? Something that works when it shouldn't?
[She doesn't deny his accusation, but she doesn't have to confirm it either. Instead Rin's hand leaves her tit to grab hold of his hair. The other deciding to rake her manicured nails across his back. She doesn't care if she's done it before. Any chance to mark up another while also reassessing the power of their musculature beneath the skin is worth taking. She wants to become more familiar with his body. To know more about the danger she's flirting with.
When his fingers find that sensitive spot, he'll also be treated to the reality that what they've done up until now has certainly already sparked her interest. The warmth and wetness of her slit testifying to how much they're tit-for-tat has excited her.]
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Rin isn't an enigma but she is interesting. It encourages Obikawa to carnally desire in seeing different parts of her -- to unlock the anger in her voice, the sharp edge of a knife. He wants to feed into whatever this is, even if it may be hazardous. Even if it meant getting infected by another human and allowing them into the depths of his ribcage; the danger of getting close enough to kill.
She's wet against his fingers and it brings the corners of his mouth to curl into a grin. He can feel his cock grow hard, his shaft ghosting against her thighs in search for warmth. For the time being, however, he focuses all of his attention on sinking a digit into her cunt. Past her folds he's welcomed to heat, pushing down to the knuckle before he draws backs and finds a rhythm. In. Out. Coating his finger with her wetness before his own selfish arousal encourages him to add another, feeling her pussy stretch in his shape. ]
You feel good. [ He starts, looking up at her with half-lidded eyes with a gaze that remains clear. ] You really want me to fuck you, huh?
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He accuses her of wanting him, and he'll feel immediately the way it makes her tense up. The channel of her cunt squeezing down on the fingers he has buried inside her.]
Maybe I'm a little curious... All you did last time was use your mouth, after all. Maybe all that strength you have is worthless? It might be interesting to find out.
[Then again, strength and typical stamina isn't everything. Narumi Gen provided that when he gave her the unequivocal worst and most boring fuck of her life. Though she has come to regret making fun of him publicly for it, since that spurred such an insufferable man like him to get better just to spite her.
Tohsaka grips his hair a little tighter. Digs her nails in his back a little deeper.]
But you? You've wanted to fuck me, too. [If his erection against her thigh is anything to go by.]
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His skin gives underneath the wake of her nails, red and angry streaks across his back as she begins to claw herself into him. It earns a satisfying hiss as his free hand grips her waist and pulls her closer into his lap. As close as he physically can, at least. ] I wonder how disappointed you'd be if that were the truth. [ He cants his head coyly, his smile never reaching his eyes as his teeth nip at the curve of her breasts. Sucking against the skin until it's left with a mark. ]
Relax. [ It's a command, rather than a request, his tone just a hint darker. ] Let me hear just how cute you are before I just put it in...
[ It's asked as he twists his hand, his palm slick with her wetness dripping from his fingers. He wonders what she tastes like, what sort of face she'd make if he just dipped his head down to replace his fingers with his mouth -- would she be more disappointed than surprised? Would she become embarrassed or irritated?
He wants to see Rin become frustrated and ruined, flushed red with pleasure and aching. It causes his cock to throb, the ache hardly satisfying as he longs to fit himself inside her down to the hilt. ] But maybe I should just be greedy again and shove it in? You'd take it either way, wouldn't you?
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sorry for the delay! had a work trip
it's no problem! glad to have you back
me walking back into this thread with cookies
pours a glass of milk to have w/ cookies
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