[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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[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.]