[ Being taken in for a proper kiss isn't what he expected, but it's no unpleasant surprise: the sudden nip of her teeth, the heat of her lips and tongue. It lasts only for a brief moment, a passionate flare, before she withdraws, denying him the opportunity to properly respond. It takes considerable willpower not to pursue her, though the temptation is at least tempered by a sense of pride and an uncertainty in the preferred approach to engage her. It helps that the distance is clearly necessary and calculated, as Tohsaka strips out of her clothing, leaving only the skirt. Drawn by curiosity and arousal, Tomura's eyes trace the contours of skin and muscle exposed: the modest swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, softer and more delicate than any other form he's held thus far, but plenty enticing in its own respect.
He exhales harshly through his nose, before raising his hips and assisting her in getting his pants off. Then he's left with his bottom half bare, uncovering a dusting of white hair and his erection, hard and ready, already spurred to full interest with the aid of the aphrodisiac coursing through his veins. Again, with some willpower, he sinks back into the couch, legs spread, unashamed of his exposure. He'll keep his hands to himself for now, while he waits to see what she has planned, letting one arm fall over the chair back while the other drops to his side. It's only his eyes that don't rest, as they rake over her body and follow her movements, before finally landing on her face. ]
Then show me.
[ It's a command, to match her own suggestions. Tomura's not the type to beg, so the impatience manifests as challenge instead, to goad her on rather than to ask her for release. ]
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He exhales harshly through his nose, before raising his hips and assisting her in getting his pants off. Then he's left with his bottom half bare, uncovering a dusting of white hair and his erection, hard and ready, already spurred to full interest with the aid of the aphrodisiac coursing through his veins. Again, with some willpower, he sinks back into the couch, legs spread, unashamed of his exposure. He'll keep his hands to himself for now, while he waits to see what she has planned, letting one arm fall over the chair back while the other drops to his side. It's only his eyes that don't rest, as they rake over her body and follow her movements, before finally landing on her face. ]
Then show me.
[ It's a command, to match her own suggestions. Tomura's not the type to beg, so the impatience manifests as challenge instead, to goad her on rather than to ask her for release. ]