[ It might all be going a bit quick, but the aphrodisiac has sped things up quite a bit on his end. He's hard and flushed already, reactive to touch, a wave of tension traveling through his legs and hips as her fingers wrap around his length. He doesn't quite move into her grasp—but the thought, the temptation, is there. Instead, he releases an impatient breath, his jaw clenching—and then his hands do too, curling into fists as she guides him beneath her and presses him into her hot folds.
She's wet, the slickness easing the glide of his tip against her slit, setting his already-sensitive nerves alight. With a breath hissed through clenched teeth, his hands come up to her once more, slipping under her skirt and gripping her thighs; she'll feel the strange points of his two remaining digits on his maimed left hand, but even his uninjured right grasps at her with only four fingers, the middle having been lifted away out of long-impressed habit. There's enough bruising force between them, nevertheless, and the bite of his nails, almost-but-not-quite dragging her down as she sinks over his cock, enveloping him in wet heat that makes his blood hum.
He doesn't rush her while she presumably adjusts (do girls need that?), but his hips shift again, restless and impatient. It's more so because he doesn't know what to expect that he makes no moves of his own—between his inexperience with women and being on this end of the act, it's not so easy to predict what to actually do to get the most out of this position. What doesn't currently really factor in is his partner's enjoyment of the act; unfortunately, he just isn't yet at the point of caring very much how this experience plays out for Rin.
So, even if she asks that, there isn't a good reply for him to give. Just a huffed breath in amusement, before her movements cue him to the option of pushing a little more. His grip on her thighs tightens briefly as he rolls his hips into her momentum; though this may be a relative unknown to him, the instinctual desire to chase a pace that's harder and rougher isn't lost on him, further incited by the aphro coursing through his body. The steady rhythm she builds only lasts for a bit; once he's settled with the knowledge that Tohsaka isn't voicing any complaints, that the glide of his length against her walls meets with no resistance, his hands slip up to grip her ass and anchor her position before he pistons his hips into hers, setting a brutal pace for (he hopes) a much quicker payoff. ]
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She's wet, the slickness easing the glide of his tip against her slit, setting his already-sensitive nerves alight. With a breath hissed through clenched teeth, his hands come up to her once more, slipping under her skirt and gripping her thighs; she'll feel the strange points of his two remaining digits on his maimed left hand, but even his uninjured right grasps at her with only four fingers, the middle having been lifted away out of long-impressed habit. There's enough bruising force between them, nevertheless, and the bite of his nails, almost-but-not-quite dragging her down as she sinks over his cock, enveloping him in wet heat that makes his blood hum.
He doesn't rush her while she presumably adjusts (do girls need that?), but his hips shift again, restless and impatient. It's more so because he doesn't know what to expect that he makes no moves of his own—between his inexperience with women and being on this end of the act, it's not so easy to predict what to actually do to get the most out of this position. What doesn't currently really factor in is his partner's enjoyment of the act; unfortunately, he just isn't yet at the point of caring very much how this experience plays out for Rin.
So, even if she asks that, there isn't a good reply for him to give. Just a huffed breath in amusement, before her movements cue him to the option of pushing a little more. His grip on her thighs tightens briefly as he rolls his hips into her momentum; though this may be a relative unknown to him, the instinctual desire to chase a pace that's harder and rougher isn't lost on him, further incited by the aphro coursing through his body. The steady rhythm she builds only lasts for a bit; once he's settled with the knowledge that Tohsaka isn't voicing any complaints, that the glide of his length against her walls meets with no resistance, his hands slip up to grip her ass and anchor her position before he pistons his hips into hers, setting a brutal pace for (he hopes) a much quicker payoff. ]