[ "Easier," huh? It's highly possible. Not that Tomura is particularly easy pickings, but sex here is nothing more than a transaction, a card swap, one more tic mark for a ticket home. Perhaps they're alike, in that sense: a willing party is a willing party. Do taste and preference even really matter, in a place like this? There's no point in denying it, when he's agreed to play the resort's game their way—for now. ]
Just checking—
[ His mild response to her offense, not that it seems very deep-seated at all. He wouldn't have particularly cared, in any case; call it a fucked up sense of adaptation, but getting dosed feels par of the course for life here, regardless of how it might be taken elsewhere. The result is the same anyway: that familiar pull of arousal, drawing him toward the warm body leaning in, cascading perfumed fragrance.
Though she hadn't asked for it, she kisses him anyway. Surprising. In contrast to her smooth, fair skin, she would find his lips scarred and chapped—not that it's ever stopped him before, nor certain partners of his. He simply wouldn't have expected it to come from the lady of the house. Still somewhat at a loss (and no doubt making some assumptions as to how a woman would prefer to fuck), he lets her take the lead, to take the kiss as far as she wants. It's soft, a little tentative for his preference in this state, the impatience simmering below his skin finding the touch at his waistband more welcome. In turn, Tohsaka would find little impediment in her way, just a simple pair of drawstring sweatpants and plain briefs beneath that. He'll release her wrist to make it easier on her, and his hands will instead find purchase on her hips—not yet pulling, but the grip of his fingers firm and tense, the one current point of contact where he can externalize some of the building pressure within his body. ]
[The silent intensity in how he grips her is not lost in Rin. The way his fingers curl into the fabric and through it her flesh — he's strained. Holding back and eager for something more, even if his voice and expression don't quite match the building need his body presents.
Rin bites at his bottom lip — rolls the chapped skin between her teeth before taking him suddenly. Locked briefly, passionately, as she swipes a taste and small moment of stolen time exploring his mouth. After that sudden confirmation of her own interest, Rin pulls away. Just enough so that her hands can ease away his bottoms to leave him bare assed on her couch. Just enough so that she can shed any remaining clothes on herself other than the miniskirt fluttering about the tops of her thighs.]
Just relax. I said I'd take care of it.
[Before advancing any further her eyes fall to his lap. Gauging how ready he is, because Tohsaka already knows she can probably "get right to it" with just a little bit more effort. The heat and yearning pool in her gut just aching to be quenched. Meanwhile she shifts her weight — preparing herself to mount him properly soon.]
[ 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. ]
[The command encourages her advance. She's eager and ready to draw him to completion, and while she doesn't thing she can promise anything special or memorable... Rin is certain she can at least "do the job". One hand rests on his shoulder for balancce while the other wraps around the shaft of his cock. Soft hands feeling the heat of Tomura's interest as she holds him steady to lower herself. Rin's hiked up skirt doesn't give him much to watch — leaving plenty to surprise and imagination until his tip brushes against the soft, hairless skin of her slit.
Hair traps scent, after all, as so she always makes certain she's as smooth as possible. He'll feel the way she changes the angle of her hips so that his tip glides along her folds. Picking up the slick fluid that serves as evidence of her own arousal. After giving him a few passes, Rin aims Tomura's erection at her core, and begins to lower herself down so that he sinks into her.]
Just don't expect anything too special.
[It takes her a few moments to adjust having him inside her, but after the walls of her cunt relax around his dick Rin begins to ride him. The hand that kept his cock steady now takes hold of his other shoulder as she uses the strength in her legs and abs to find herself a steady rhythm. Rin expects nothing of him — but not as an insult! The failure of her mixture is not a burden he should have to bear, so Rin intends to let him luxuriate.]
Unless you're the kind of guy who likes to make requests?
[If not, well... she'll make sure to explore him a little more once she finds a solid pace.]
[ 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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Just checking—
[ His mild response to her offense, not that it seems very deep-seated at all. He wouldn't have particularly cared, in any case; call it a fucked up sense of adaptation, but getting dosed feels par of the course for life here, regardless of how it might be taken elsewhere. The result is the same anyway: that familiar pull of arousal, drawing him toward the warm body leaning in, cascading perfumed fragrance.
Though she hadn't asked for it, she kisses him anyway. Surprising. In contrast to her smooth, fair skin, she would find his lips scarred and chapped—not that it's ever stopped him before, nor certain partners of his. He simply wouldn't have expected it to come from the lady of the house. Still somewhat at a loss (and no doubt making some assumptions as to how a woman would prefer to fuck), he lets her take the lead, to take the kiss as far as she wants. It's soft, a little tentative for his preference in this state, the impatience simmering below his skin finding the touch at his waistband more welcome. In turn, Tohsaka would find little impediment in her way, just a simple pair of drawstring sweatpants and plain briefs beneath that. He'll release her wrist to make it easier on her, and his hands will instead find purchase on her hips—not yet pulling, but the grip of his fingers firm and tense, the one current point of contact where he can externalize some of the building pressure within his body. ]
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Rin bites at his bottom lip — rolls the chapped skin between her teeth before taking him suddenly. Locked briefly, passionately, as she swipes a taste and small moment of stolen time exploring his mouth. After that sudden confirmation of her own interest, Rin pulls away. Just enough so that her hands can ease away his bottoms to leave him bare assed on her couch. Just enough so that she can shed any remaining clothes on herself other than the miniskirt fluttering about the tops of her thighs.]
Just relax. I said I'd take care of it.
[Before advancing any further her eyes fall to his lap. Gauging how ready he is, because Tohsaka already knows she can probably "get right to it" with just a little bit more effort. The heat and yearning pool in her gut just aching to be quenched. Meanwhile she shifts her weight — preparing herself to mount him properly soon.]
And I keep my word.
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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. ]
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Hair traps scent, after all, as so she always makes certain she's as smooth as possible. He'll feel the way she changes the angle of her hips so that his tip glides along her folds. Picking up the slick fluid that serves as evidence of her own arousal. After giving him a few passes, Rin aims Tomura's erection at her core, and begins to lower herself down so that he sinks into her.]
Just don't expect anything too special.
[It takes her a few moments to adjust having him inside her, but after the walls of her cunt relax around his dick Rin begins to ride him. The hand that kept his cock steady now takes hold of his other shoulder as she uses the strength in her legs and abs to find herself a steady rhythm. Rin expects nothing of him — but not as an insult! The failure of her mixture is not a burden he should have to bear, so Rin intends to let him luxuriate.]
Unless you're the kind of guy who likes to make requests?
[If not, well... she'll make sure to explore him a little more once she finds a solid pace.]
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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. ]