[Dodger tips his head, and his gaze slides down to focus on her throat bobbing while she drinks. This is, really, what he's confused about. Esikko had also flirted with him about getting drunk and being at Dodger's mercy. It seems like everyone, actually, that Dodger has warned not to get drunk around him has immediately and purposefully gotten themselves drunk. And that's... consent? He thinks???
He doesn't know, the last few weeks have left him sort of idly confused at what anyone wants from him. And it is so much more tempting to take this newest opportunity, than worry about whatever is going to happen once Rin sobers up. He certainly doesn't want to think about the morality of anything he's doing.]
You don't know what I'm capable of.
[Said matter-of-factly - because he's been behaving since he got here, and because he's been careful who he tells about different parts of his past. No one knows exactly how dangerous he is, even if they can guess the shape of it.
Dodger takes the bottle, and drinks whatever's left of it - by the time it's empty, he's starting to feel a proper buzz. Enough to loosen him up, at least, enough that he might stumble later when he gets up. All the while he keeps his good eye on Rin, watching her undress with rapt attention. And once the bottle is empty he pushes it aside, already forgotten, to offer a hand in pushing her sweater dress off.]
[How irritating. Rin has already pushed his hand away once, and yet he comes back for more? The displeasure welling up inside Tohsaka reminds her of the bit of ire that sat heavy in her stomach when Toma told her how pushy Dodger got with him.
The moment the sweater dress is pulled off and discarded she acts. One knee to his chest with the intent of pinning his back into the cushions. One leg against his crotch to provoke his lust to keep him compliant. Two fingers in his mouth pressing down his tongue and aiming at the back of his throat. There is no intent to initiate his gag reflex, but rather to make sure when she casts her spell it will be in that soft area if pink mucosal membrane.]
You don't know what I'm capable of.
[Magical energy gathers at the tips of her fingers. The spell was once a curse simply meant to cause physical ailments in others like muscle aches or symptoms mimicking flu sickness. However over time mages perfected it as offensive magic. Layering that curse over itself like folding steel into a blade. Thus the curse became tangible, and one could even shoot it off like a bullet. Rin uses something between the two here: willing the curse to run his throat raw like he'd been suffer weeks with an awful cough. Enough that it would be painful, enough that he might bleed.
A threat softened by the fact she still uses her body to grind against his cock and coax him to full hardness. A threat eased by the fact she can easily glean he's very much a masochist. She doesn't intend to push him to the point of fighting back. Rin simply wishes to make a point that he isn't the only monster lurking around. And sometimes a monster can wear a pretty face.]
You wish to be a bad dog so deeply, then feel free. Hump my legs until you come — desperate and pathetic as you one-sidedly seek your own pleasure. I'll watch carefully and give your owner tips on how to train you properly.
[Dodger moves easily with her, letting her pin him on his back and opening his mouth to let in her fingers. He doesn't really have a gag reflex, so he isn't worried about that, and it's easy enough to just assume what she's doing is going to be something he wants.
He lets out a choked noise when the spell starts taking hold, feeling like he just got throat-fucked and then getting much worse. It triggers something in him - a memory pushing to the surface, spitting out something sweet and feeling his throat burn like it was full of fire ants. And then another, when she speaks - Dodger saying something along the same lines to a younger man, tugging on a dog collar and forcing him to hump Dodger's leg. Neither memory belongs to this version of Dodger, and his vision blurs a bit while he tries to sort himself out.
It clears quickly enough, but his nose has started bleeding. He makes no attempt to fix it - it too will go away on its own, and he doesn't want to do anything he hasn't been explicitly given permission for. What he does do is obey - his cock is already hardening quickly against her leg, and his hips start to rock slowly to give himself the friction he needs. Dodger's breathing has started to pick up, and it really does sound like a dog panting. And there's something bright in his eyes. Excitement, or fear, or more likely a healthy mix of both.]
[Dodger doesn't even bite. Perhaps that's to be expected. He probably enjoys this. Less a punishment and more of a reprieve from having to be himself. As a "dog" there is only base instincts and following orders. Rin frowns, but not because she is displeased with the outcome. More that she resents being able to understand him. She's so bad at empathizing with others, but in this moment she sees him — and herself — clearly. After all, she had agreed to letting him have what he mentioned earlier (fucking her as he liked, playing at resistance) because she had hoped to use him in a similar way to how he's using her now.
She can recognize this despite the fog that the alcohol has blanketed her world with. Rin knows she yearns for the ability to let go. He seemed like the perfect candidate: reckless, selfish, and just stupid enough that she could lie her way through a cover if he ever noticed something unfortunate. Instead she adds him to the number of guests she has met that talks big but will fold when she pushes. Beneficial for her — it's easier to remain in control this way. Like this she can keep pretending.]
That's right. Bark, whine, and howl all you like. I'm holding the leash.
[Metaphorically speaking. In any case, she kills the spell. The damage to his throat done, she pulls her fingers from his mouth and brings them to her own. Tasting his saliva as if testing something. Above him like this, in only tights and a black lace bra, she tries focusing on if she can gain any information from what concentration of power might be left on the fluid coating her fingers.]
[Dodger lets out a shuddering breath, as her fingers leave his mouth. His hips slow slightly, and he looks almost disappointed in the loss. But she gave him another order, so he follows it - hesitantly, quietly letting out a woof.
Most of the information Rin will get from his saliva is mundane - he's got whiskey and cigarettes on his breath, and there's a subtle taste of gasoline in there from his powers. Nowhere near as bad as his blood or sweat. His powers aren't magic, but whatever is there is probably most closely aligned with fire magic.
And there's a flicker there, briefly. A singular moment where it tastes more overtly like fire magic, before going back.
It's partly impulse, and partly a desire to get punished further, that drives him to try and touch her again. He just wants to put his hands on her hips for now - to feel her up, or to give himself better leverage while he's rutting against her, he hasn't actually decided yet.]
[...Disappointing. Though if there was truly anything worth understanding about his power through his fluids it would have been through his semen. It usually holds the highest concentration of "life force" (od, qi, tao, mana, whatever someone calls it - in her world it's all the same). With nothing interesting to focus on in his saliva, Rin grabs Dodger by the jaw. The grip is firm, and would be uncomfortable with someone normal.]
Stop. Your jeans will tear my tights, and I don't feel like taking the time to repair them. Take them off, and you can return as you like.
[Dodger relaxes a little, paradoxically, when she grabs his jaw. This feels right, it feels like he's finally getting treated the way he's supposed to. But it also means there's all the more reason to actually talk back.]
You're the one that wanted me doing this, don't bitch at me.
[He wants to sound prickly, but he's almost delirious with lust. It's clear in his expression while he moves to unbuckle his belt and shove his pants down, the way he stares at her with a sort of star-struck wonder. He swallows uncomfortably when his boxers follow and his cock pops free, twitching impatiently. The next shift of his hips draws a soft noise from him, just from the feeling of her tights sliding against his skin. Familiar, and so incredibly thrilling.
He could push her off if he really wanted to, pin her down and take control himself. It would be incredibly easy to force his will on her, but this is where he wants to be. Getting forced down and given clear orders, and letting his brain shut off all higher functions. Getting used, even if he still doesn't entirely get where this is going.]
Don't be absurd. You're a mutt who wants to be put in his place. The kind of dog who tears to shreds an apartment because he's meant to have a job that runs him ragged.
[Slowly she lifts off him. Her body shifts on the cushions of the pod, and easily she leans back against a pile of throw pillows stacked against the the wall. Rin keeps one leg bent at the knee while the other stretches out. Back toward him like a tease.
When she settles she uses her index finger to beckon him like a dog. Urging him to "come" toward her and reposition himself. The idea is to relax, and watch him carefully. Take in the sight of his expression dimly lit by the false sky and imitation firelight. Take in the way his body moves, and note what he does for himself that makes him feel best.]
Go on. I need to make notes for your future discipline regimen.
[Something about that description bothers him more than anything else. It's accurate, yes - he's talked before about how dangerous it is for him to be bored or left without instructions. It's why losing Esikko has been so stressful, because he's facing the dark void of independence. But it also makes him think of his own dog, an eighty pound Beauceron who spends all day in Dodger's apartment and cannot be trusted outside of his crate. Thinking of himself as comparable to Crusher... isn't wrong exactly, even to him, but he doesn't like it.
Dodger lets out a little noise of frustration when Rin moves away, and he sits up to watch her. At first he just finishes kicking off his pants, and takes a moment to pull his shirt off as well, leaving him in just his wrist wraps and the sun-charm necklace that was hidden under his shirt. Somehow this feels more vulnerable than it has with all the men he's slept with, but he's choosing not to examine that.]
Just remember I'm keeping my powers in check for you, princess.
[He's behaving, in other words.
He crawls forward on his hands and knees, until he can take his place between her legs. He's more cautious now, naturally looking to her for guidance and pausing the moment she wants him to back off. But he is thinking about it again - pinning her down, fucking her as hard as he can. Just with the added stray thought that he wishes they had a real leash for her to yank on while he did it.]
Not for you? Not so you can bark up my tree again when you're feeling too successful? Immediately chewing through a toy isn't the best if you want to play with it again.
[Feeling him, hot and hard through her tights, is frustrating. She wanted something different... A shame she couldn't just suck him off after another couple rounds and stumble out. It would have been a nice opportunity to sate that every persistent craving she's always choking down, and leave him with something boring and simple that would make him determined to know if there was more to get out of her.
This is more complicated, but she's sure will work in her favor in other ways. Just not ways she originally intended.]
Brace my legs against your shoulder, and hold my knees together. My thighs are one of my best features, but I'm sure you'll be over the moon for the chafing my tights will give you.
[Hard to argue with that. It's exactly why he's started pulling away from forcing people into what he wants - because the people he does so with won't talk to him afterward, and the people he's careful with do.
He doesn't move this time, though. Because he wants to test the limits of this, see what the consequences are for actual disobedience. Instead, he leans down to press their faces close together, and let their breath mingle.]
Or I could just rip them off. There's nothing stopping me from just burning through your panties, either.
[There's a challenge in his eyes. Because she'd talked so much about doing what others expect from her, he wants to see if there's a limit to this dominant personality. Or better, if this earns him something painful.]
The tights were a gift. You do any more than stain them and you will not like the consequences. You want me to bend and break you? No. Rebellion can be fun, but I don't condone you messing with stuff that may involve other people. I'll ignore every growl, every whimper and whine. You won't even be a memory to me.
[Tohsaka is queen of indifference, and knows how hurtful it can be to lose someone close, fun, or interesting. She knows what it's like to be alone and have it eat at you like a curse. Her whole life has been a procession of "goodbyes". Her sister adopted out, her father murdered, her mother passing away, and 'friends' but fleeting appearances in her life like cameos rather than loved ones.
For now she lets him stay. Monitors his expression, and his body language. Will he take it out on another piece of clothing? Push his luck? Go back to her original order?]
[Ah, there it is. True domination, the kind that stops being fun if he pushes it too far. Oh, how he's missed that.
One of Dodger's hands moves beside them, to grip into a pillow. It's tempting to take out his frustration on that - to burn a hole through it, or burn through her bra, or... fuck it, what if he just bit her. There's some hint of those thoughts on his face, the clear frustration while his gaze flickers from one item to the next. His grip tightens on the pillow, and smoke rises out of it before he manage to collect himself.
He cannot lose access to another person, he's going to lose his fucking mind if he does.
Dodger hesitates, and releases the pillow. His hands move instead to Rin's thighs, sliding along those thighs until he can gather her legs and move them over his shoulder.]
Yes, ma'am.
[He's restless, but he's unwilling to keep pushing. Instead he moves back to the original plan, holding her knees together, sliding his cock between her thighs. And letting a frustrated lick of flame escape his mouth when he starts to move his hips.]
[The smell of smoking artificial fabric isn't pleasant, especially not in the small space they share, but even so he pulls praise from her lips by being obedient in the end. Whatever melted polyester heap is next to her gets pushed away before Rin occupies herself by tracing the intricate scroll patterns in the large suit mark that sprawls across her torso like a sternum chandelier tattoo.
More. She wants more, but over half her life has been nothing but self denial. Even if desire begins smoldering in her gut like burning embers she makes no hint at it. Rather she consumes herself with learning more about him. His frustration, his flame, and the way his expression twists. It's all more satisfying, she tries to convince herself, than his dick.]
Too bad you're not the type to be good more often. I'm generous with treats, after all.
[It's rare, but occasionally he feels a little resentful about the things being called a good boy does to his brain. It relaxes and excites him all at once, it feels much the same as getting petted or hand-fed a piece of food. Like he should have a tail to wag.
He lets out a little sigh, but keeps his thoughts to himself. She's getting off on denying him - has to be, he can't see how else this would be good for her. So he won't get anywhere by asking for more, even though he wants it. He wants more, at least, than the chafing of her tights against his cock, when her cunt is right there.]
I would've been good if you let me touch you.
[It's grumbled under his breath - he doesn't expect her to change anything. He's certainly not about to stop fucking her thighs, not when the friction is making his breath pick up and his skin get hot with excitement. Hot enough, in fact, that he has to slow down and try to take deep breaths, out of fear of burning her tights by accident.]
Only behaving when you get what you want isn't being good, hündchen.
[It's so entertaining to watch others get off. The way their expressions twist from the tension in their muscles combined with the sweet, subtle taste of euphoria friction brings. Desire building in their bodies as blood rushes to flush their faces and bloom across their chests. A beautiful visual symphony that she rarely gets to watch on her own because of how others insist she be reciprocal and involved.
No matter how much she may crave his wild thrusts inside or how she wishes she could seal her lips around his arousal... this is a show she rarely gets to relax and watch. Excitement runs hot in her veins and she can hardly tell the heat coming off him is abnormal.]
But you're doing well now. Maybe I'll have to prepare a treat for you the next time we meet.
[Dodger's face flushes, turning pink at that nickname and red at the thought of some nebulous treat. Or more accurately, at the thought of humiliating himself for a chance at it. Tempting, tempting.
He's not sure why he knows the word hündchen, but he does... that sticks in his mind briefly, before he reaches a hand down to her lap, where the head of his cock will bump against it with each thrust. That's the bit he was missing- it sends a shiver through him, and his hips speed up briefly before he tumbles over the edge, spilling as much on his own hand as on her thighs. His cum is unnaturally warm, like hot tea, but not quite enough to burn.
That was fast, even by Dodger's standards. He'll make excuses later about how he's out of practice with getting trained... but at the moment, he's just trying to catch his breath, kicking himself for getting too excited.]
[If he were to take much longer, Rin would have aided him similarly. However Dodger's impatience and speed at which he finishes takes that off the table quick. Instead Tohsaka elicits a surprised gasp at the heat of his release when it spills out over her stomach and smears between her thighs.
Curiosity wears clear on her face as she takes two fingers to swipe up a portion that sits hot on her stomach. From there she raises those fingers to her mouth and sticks her tongue out to have a taste. She expects much the same as she got from his saliva and blood, but semen contains the highest concentration of a person's life force. And, if she can ingest it, Rin can absorb what's there and convert that energy later. So if he doesn't heckle her for tasting it once, she might try putting more in her mouth.]
[The information she gets is much the same - except that it's probably more clear now that Dodger has fire tao, and a lot of it. Although even in his spend, the exact amount seems to shift constantly - his place in this reality is very unstable, always on the verge of swapping places with another version of him, and that's true for every part of him.
Dodger certainly isn't going to complain about watching her taste it, though. She'd made that comment about him wanting to taste his own cum, so he's holding back the urge to lick his hand clean just for the sake of his own image. But he does hesitantly offer it to Rin if she wants more.]
Fuck... you look hot like this.
[He wants to take a picture so badly. But he cannot imagine that's going to be allowed.]
[Her kneejerk reaction would be to refuse, but the haze of lust and the promise of extra power overcomes it. A soft palm braces the back of his hand as Rin leans forward to drag her tongue along his hand. Lapping up the white fluid without any sort of reluctance or distaste. Rather, she diligently gets every drop and swallows fully.]
If you like my mouth so much I might let you fuck it one day if you beg sweetly enough.
[To add a bit of cheekiness, she pinches a bit of skin at the heel of his palm between her teeth.]
[His tone is almost... trance-like. Like he's only half paying attention to the conversation.
Dodger takes in a breath, and lets it out with a shudder when she bites him. It's filthy and intoxicating, far more exciting than watching her eat. Mindlessly he lowers her legs down, tracing a pattern along one of her thighs with his fingers while he works up the courage to actually make a request.]
Can I kiss you?
[This is the first time he's actually asked first. She's doing things to him, and even Dodger himself seems a little confused about it.]
[With her legs free, Rin begins to seat herself upright. Stains from his climax still color her tights, but that's easily washed out. For now, she presses her index finger against his lips.]
Maybe next time. I still have that schedule I need to keep, after all.
[That finger taps Dodger's lips once more before she pulls away entirely to begin dressing herself. Already in her head she's onto the next task: dressing, and then making sure she gets enough water. A quick assessment of herself while crawling around on the cushions convinces Rin she's sobered up enough to walk herself back to her suite and get ready for her late night gym visit. Tohsaka is always like this. One thing after another, always moving forward, and quick to part with partners she's not absolutely smitten with.]
[There's disappointment clear on his face, but he doesn't push it. He lets her get her space, and just watches her curiously while she gathers her things. Funny... he's usually the one making an exit the second he gets what he wants. It feels strange to be on the other end of it, but that maybe next time is doing wonders to soothe over anything he might feel about it.
Belatedly, he starts gathering up his own clothes and making himself decent. He still feels drunk, but... not drunk enough, he should go fix that.]
Let me know about Henry, then. When you make a decision.
[He feels like a glutton. He got so much out of her and he's still stuck on thinking about how much more he wants. Next time, next time.]
[I understand enough to agree to it. Yeah... hard to argue with it. He's gotten his own information about how it's going to go, shifting pretty dramatically from his original plan to use her as a sex toy. Maybe some other time he can push for it, but fresh off the heels of getting dominated he's just thinking about how good it would be to watch her wreck Henry too.]
Cool. I'll do that... See you around, then.
[Dodger double-checks that he's got everything he needs, before saluting her and bursting apart into flames with a loud pop. They move down through the floor, and then he's gone.]
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He doesn't know, the last few weeks have left him sort of idly confused at what anyone wants from him. And it is so much more tempting to take this newest opportunity, than worry about whatever is going to happen once Rin sobers up. He certainly doesn't want to think about the morality of anything he's doing.]
You don't know what I'm capable of.
[Said matter-of-factly - because he's been behaving since he got here, and because he's been careful who he tells about different parts of his past. No one knows exactly how dangerous he is, even if they can guess the shape of it.
Dodger takes the bottle, and drinks whatever's left of it - by the time it's empty, he's starting to feel a proper buzz. Enough to loosen him up, at least, enough that he might stumble later when he gets up. All the while he keeps his good eye on Rin, watching her undress with rapt attention. And once the bottle is empty he pushes it aside, already forgotten, to offer a hand in pushing her sweater dress off.]
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The moment the sweater dress is pulled off and discarded she acts. One knee to his chest with the intent of pinning his back into the cushions. One leg against his crotch to provoke his lust to keep him compliant. Two fingers in his mouth pressing down his tongue and aiming at the back of his throat. There is no intent to initiate his gag reflex, but rather to make sure when she casts her spell it will be in that soft area if pink mucosal membrane.]
You don't know what I'm capable of.
[Magical energy gathers at the tips of her fingers. The spell was once a curse simply meant to cause physical ailments in others like muscle aches or symptoms mimicking flu sickness. However over time mages perfected it as offensive magic. Layering that curse over itself like folding steel into a blade. Thus the curse became tangible, and one could even shoot it off like a bullet. Rin uses something between the two here: willing the curse to run his throat raw like he'd been suffer weeks with an awful cough. Enough that it would be painful, enough that he might bleed.
A threat softened by the fact she still uses her body to grind against his cock and coax him to full hardness. A threat eased by the fact she can easily glean he's very much a masochist. She doesn't intend to push him to the point of fighting back. Rin simply wishes to make a point that he isn't the only monster lurking around. And sometimes a monster can wear a pretty face.]
You wish to be a bad dog so deeply, then feel free. Hump my legs until you come — desperate and pathetic as you one-sidedly seek your own pleasure. I'll watch carefully and give your owner tips on how to train you properly.
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He lets out a choked noise when the spell starts taking hold, feeling like he just got throat-fucked and then getting much worse. It triggers something in him - a memory pushing to the surface, spitting out something sweet and feeling his throat burn like it was full of fire ants. And then another, when she speaks - Dodger saying something along the same lines to a younger man, tugging on a dog collar and forcing him to hump Dodger's leg. Neither memory belongs to this version of Dodger, and his vision blurs a bit while he tries to sort himself out.
It clears quickly enough, but his nose has started bleeding. He makes no attempt to fix it - it too will go away on its own, and he doesn't want to do anything he hasn't been explicitly given permission for. What he does do is obey - his cock is already hardening quickly against her leg, and his hips start to rock slowly to give himself the friction he needs. Dodger's breathing has started to pick up, and it really does sound like a dog panting. And there's something bright in his eyes. Excitement, or fear, or more likely a healthy mix of both.]
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She can recognize this despite the fog that the alcohol has blanketed her world with. Rin knows she yearns for the ability to let go. He seemed like the perfect candidate: reckless, selfish, and just stupid enough that she could lie her way through a cover if he ever noticed something unfortunate. Instead she adds him to the number of guests she has met that talks big but will fold when she pushes. Beneficial for her — it's easier to remain in control this way. Like this she can keep pretending.]
That's right. Bark, whine, and howl all you like. I'm holding the leash.
[Metaphorically speaking. In any case, she kills the spell. The damage to his throat done, she pulls her fingers from his mouth and brings them to her own. Tasting his saliva as if testing something. Above him like this, in only tights and a black lace bra, she tries focusing on if she can gain any information from what concentration of power might be left on the fluid coating her fingers.]
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Most of the information Rin will get from his saliva is mundane - he's got whiskey and cigarettes on his breath, and there's a subtle taste of gasoline in there from his powers. Nowhere near as bad as his blood or sweat. His powers aren't magic, but whatever is there is probably most closely aligned with fire magic.
And there's a flicker there, briefly. A singular moment where it tastes more overtly like fire magic, before going back.
It's partly impulse, and partly a desire to get punished further, that drives him to try and touch her again. He just wants to put his hands on her hips for now - to feel her up, or to give himself better leverage while he's rutting against her, he hasn't actually decided yet.]
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Stop. Your jeans will tear my tights, and I don't feel like taking the time to repair them. Take them off, and you can return as you like.
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You're the one that wanted me doing this, don't bitch at me.
[He wants to sound prickly, but he's almost delirious with lust. It's clear in his expression while he moves to unbuckle his belt and shove his pants down, the way he stares at her with a sort of star-struck wonder. He swallows uncomfortably when his boxers follow and his cock pops free, twitching impatiently. The next shift of his hips draws a soft noise from him, just from the feeling of her tights sliding against his skin. Familiar, and so incredibly thrilling.
He could push her off if he really wanted to, pin her down and take control himself. It would be incredibly easy to force his will on her, but this is where he wants to be. Getting forced down and given clear orders, and letting his brain shut off all higher functions. Getting used, even if he still doesn't entirely get where this is going.]
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[Slowly she lifts off him. Her body shifts on the cushions of the pod, and easily she leans back against a pile of throw pillows stacked against the the wall. Rin keeps one leg bent at the knee while the other stretches out. Back toward him like a tease.
When she settles she uses her index finger to beckon him like a dog. Urging him to "come" toward her and reposition himself. The idea is to relax, and watch him carefully. Take in the sight of his expression dimly lit by the false sky and imitation firelight. Take in the way his body moves, and note what he does for himself that makes him feel best.]
Go on. I need to make notes for your future discipline regimen.
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Dodger lets out a little noise of frustration when Rin moves away, and he sits up to watch her. At first he just finishes kicking off his pants, and takes a moment to pull his shirt off as well, leaving him in just his wrist wraps and the sun-charm necklace that was hidden under his shirt. Somehow this feels more vulnerable than it has with all the men he's slept with, but he's choosing not to examine that.]
Just remember I'm keeping my powers in check for you, princess.
[He's behaving, in other words.
He crawls forward on his hands and knees, until he can take his place between her legs. He's more cautious now, naturally looking to her for guidance and pausing the moment she wants him to back off. But he is thinking about it again - pinning her down, fucking her as hard as he can. Just with the added stray thought that he wishes they had a real leash for her to yank on while he did it.]
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[Feeling him, hot and hard through her tights, is frustrating. She wanted something different... A shame she couldn't just suck him off after another couple rounds and stumble out. It would have been a nice opportunity to sate that every persistent craving she's always choking down, and leave him with something boring and simple that would make him determined to know if there was more to get out of her.
This is more complicated, but she's sure will work in her favor in other ways. Just not ways she originally intended.]
Brace my legs against your shoulder, and hold my knees together. My thighs are one of my best features, but I'm sure you'll be over the moon for the chafing my tights will give you.
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He doesn't move this time, though. Because he wants to test the limits of this, see what the consequences are for actual disobedience. Instead, he leans down to press their faces close together, and let their breath mingle.]
Or I could just rip them off. There's nothing stopping me from just burning through your panties, either.
[There's a challenge in his eyes. Because she'd talked so much about doing what others expect from her, he wants to see if there's a limit to this dominant personality. Or better, if this earns him something painful.]
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[Tohsaka is queen of indifference, and knows how hurtful it can be to lose someone close, fun, or interesting. She knows what it's like to be alone and have it eat at you like a curse. Her whole life has been a procession of "goodbyes". Her sister adopted out, her father murdered, her mother passing away, and 'friends' but fleeting appearances in her life like cameos rather than loved ones.
For now she lets him stay. Monitors his expression, and his body language. Will he take it out on another piece of clothing? Push his luck? Go back to her original order?]
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One of Dodger's hands moves beside them, to grip into a pillow. It's tempting to take out his frustration on that - to burn a hole through it, or burn through her bra, or... fuck it, what if he just bit her. There's some hint of those thoughts on his face, the clear frustration while his gaze flickers from one item to the next. His grip tightens on the pillow, and smoke rises out of it before he manage to collect himself.
He cannot lose access to another person, he's going to lose his fucking mind if he does.
Dodger hesitates, and releases the pillow. His hands move instead to Rin's thighs, sliding along those thighs until he can gather her legs and move them over his shoulder.]
Yes, ma'am.
[He's restless, but he's unwilling to keep pushing. Instead he moves back to the original plan, holding her knees together, sliding his cock between her thighs. And letting a frustrated lick of flame escape his mouth when he starts to move his hips.]
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[The smell of smoking artificial fabric isn't pleasant, especially not in the small space they share, but even so he pulls praise from her lips by being obedient in the end. Whatever melted polyester heap is next to her gets pushed away before Rin occupies herself by tracing the intricate scroll patterns in the large suit mark that sprawls across her torso like a sternum chandelier tattoo.
More. She wants more, but over half her life has been nothing but self denial. Even if desire begins smoldering in her gut like burning embers she makes no hint at it. Rather she consumes herself with learning more about him. His frustration, his flame, and the way his expression twists. It's all more satisfying, she tries to convince herself, than his dick.]
Too bad you're not the type to be good more often. I'm generous with treats, after all.
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He lets out a little sigh, but keeps his thoughts to himself. She's getting off on denying him - has to be, he can't see how else this would be good for her. So he won't get anywhere by asking for more, even though he wants it. He wants more, at least, than the chafing of her tights against his cock, when her cunt is right there.]
I would've been good if you let me touch you.
[It's grumbled under his breath - he doesn't expect her to change anything. He's certainly not about to stop fucking her thighs, not when the friction is making his breath pick up and his skin get hot with excitement. Hot enough, in fact, that he has to slow down and try to take deep breaths, out of fear of burning her tights by accident.]
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[It's so entertaining to watch others get off. The way their expressions twist from the tension in their muscles combined with the sweet, subtle taste of euphoria friction brings. Desire building in their bodies as blood rushes to flush their faces and bloom across their chests. A beautiful visual symphony that she rarely gets to watch on her own because of how others insist she be reciprocal and involved.
No matter how much she may crave his wild thrusts inside or how she wishes she could seal her lips around his arousal... this is a show she rarely gets to relax and watch. Excitement runs hot in her veins and she can hardly tell the heat coming off him is abnormal.]
But you're doing well now. Maybe I'll have to prepare a treat for you the next time we meet.
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He's not sure why he knows the word hündchen, but he does... that sticks in his mind briefly, before he reaches a hand down to her lap, where the head of his cock will bump against it with each thrust. That's the bit he was missing- it sends a shiver through him, and his hips speed up briefly before he tumbles over the edge, spilling as much on his own hand as on her thighs. His cum is unnaturally warm, like hot tea, but not quite enough to burn.
That was fast, even by Dodger's standards. He'll make excuses later about how he's out of practice with getting trained... but at the moment, he's just trying to catch his breath, kicking himself for getting too excited.]
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Curiosity wears clear on her face as she takes two fingers to swipe up a portion that sits hot on her stomach. From there she raises those fingers to her mouth and sticks her tongue out to have a taste. She expects much the same as she got from his saliva and blood, but semen contains the highest concentration of a person's life force. And, if she can ingest it, Rin can absorb what's there and convert that energy later. So if he doesn't heckle her for tasting it once, she might try putting more in her mouth.]
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Dodger certainly isn't going to complain about watching her taste it, though. She'd made that comment about him wanting to taste his own cum, so he's holding back the urge to lick his hand clean just for the sake of his own image. But he does hesitantly offer it to Rin if she wants more.]
Fuck... you look hot like this.
[He wants to take a picture so badly. But he cannot imagine that's going to be allowed.]
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If you like my mouth so much I might let you fuck it one day if you beg sweetly enough.
[To add a bit of cheekiness, she pinches a bit of skin at the heel of his palm between her teeth.]
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[His tone is almost... trance-like. Like he's only half paying attention to the conversation.
Dodger takes in a breath, and lets it out with a shudder when she bites him. It's filthy and intoxicating, far more exciting than watching her eat. Mindlessly he lowers her legs down, tracing a pattern along one of her thighs with his fingers while he works up the courage to actually make a request.]
Can I kiss you?
[This is the first time he's actually asked first. She's doing things to him, and even Dodger himself seems a little confused about it.]
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Maybe next time. I still have that schedule I need to keep, after all.
[That finger taps Dodger's lips once more before she pulls away entirely to begin dressing herself. Already in her head she's onto the next task: dressing, and then making sure she gets enough water. A quick assessment of herself while crawling around on the cushions convinces Rin she's sobered up enough to walk herself back to her suite and get ready for her late night gym visit. Tohsaka is always like this. One thing after another, always moving forward, and quick to part with partners she's not absolutely smitten with.]
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[There's disappointment clear on his face, but he doesn't push it. He lets her get her space, and just watches her curiously while she gathers her things. Funny... he's usually the one making an exit the second he gets what he wants. It feels strange to be on the other end of it, but that maybe next time is doing wonders to soothe over anything he might feel about it.
Belatedly, he starts gathering up his own clothes and making himself decent. He still feels drunk, but... not drunk enough, he should go fix that.]
Let me know about Henry, then. When you make a decision.
[He feels like a glutton. He got so much out of her and he's still stuck on thinking about how much more he wants. Next time, next time.]
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[With her sweater dress back on, and her hands bringing together her waist belt, she hums thoughtfully. In the end:]
Ask him how he feels about it in a couple weeks. I think I understand enough to agree to it.
[I have enough leverage that I feel safe.]
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Cool. I'll do that... See you around, then.
[Dodger double-checks that he's got everything he needs, before saluting her and bursting apart into flames with a loud pop. They move down through the floor, and then he's gone.]