[Normally she wouldn't allow herself to stutter like that, but having his large palm rest on her thigh makes Rin's heart flip. He's warm, calloused... but gentle for the moment. Tohsaka swallows nervously before grabbing the hem of her sweater and starting to pull it up.]
[He says without hesitation. He doesn't think she's going to tease him or anything right now. He wants to see her body and touch her bare skin. Even though he knows this is all incredibly wrong, it doesn't stop him from wanting to push forward. Who's going to find out anyway?]
I want to see it in person. I know it will look even better than it did in the pictures.
[And not just because she is terrible at taking pictures.]
[Once the sweater is removed she tosses it aside to the other end of the couch. No bra, if only because she took it off earlier so it wouldn't be in the way of her thirst trap. Tohsaka takes a deep breath. Steadying herself for what she instigated.]
[It would make things difficult if he didn't. He slides his hand from her leg and reaches over to places his hands on her waist. He lifts her up like she weighs nothing so he can place her on his lap, straddling it.
If this was all set up by her, he'd have to applaud her. The asking what a thirst trap is followed by the conversation followed by getting to this moment. But he doesn't think she could plan and execute something like that so flawlessly.
He lifts a hand up and grabs one of her breasts and squeezes it softly.]
[She's a little displeased he doesn't have the courtesy to match her, but the fact she got him this far is a feat in itself. In all honesty she didn't plan this, but... it was a serendipitous surprise. In fact if she did plan it the universe would probably find some way to make it backfire on her.]
Your hands are big.
[That, and she's petite. Even at twenty-five her frame wouldn't be much bigger. Perhaps just a little filling out on the top, but not much more. A shaky sigh falls from her hips as he presses into the pliable flesh of her breast.]
[He'll match her in due time. Though she is fully allowed to get started with unbuttoning his shirt if she wants. He isn't going to stop her. Slowly he massages her breast as he leans in closer like he is going to give her a kiss, but he holds back for the moment.]
This is your first time feeling them this way. Do you like them?
[His calloused palm is rubbing against her nipple as he massages he kneads her breast in a calculated manner.]
[That settles in the air before she frantically tries to clarify—] I-I mean I do. It's just... a lot.
[She hates how sensitive she is. Her cool and calm 'lady of the house' demeanor all but unreachable now as pleasure warms her cheeks and floods her skin with color. Not wanting to interrupt his exploration of her chest, she uses the hand opposite of where he toys with her to begin unbuttoning his top.]
[He knows he would have let him know if she didn't like it. She's never shied away from letting her opinion be known about certain things, whether that is a good or bad thing in the moment. But he notices how there is a much different atmosphere about her right now, given what is going on.]
How much have you played with your own body?
[Maybe an embarrassing question to be asked, but still something he would like to know. Leaning down, he places a kiss on the bare skin of her shoulder.]
[She gives a defiant little 'hmph'.] Nearly twice a week. I have a healthy drive.
[It's just so different when it's someone else. She also might have been holding back a little recently in hopes she could net him like this.
Her breathing starts to become uneven, but that doesn't stop her from finishing with his buttons and running her palm over his torso to push away the top.]
[He takes his hands off of her so he can shrug his shirt off. His muscles are no longer in a picture on her phone screen, they are right there in front of her. No pesky shirt blocking her hand from touching them to see if they are as hard as they look.
He does bring a hand to her chin so he can tilt it up some. He lets his eyes meet her for a moment. Then he leans in and presses his lips against hers.]
[Typically Rin isn't one for kissing, or perhaps it's just that she'd be too afraid to do so with someone she thought of as 'disposable'. However Sanjiro is anything but that. Unlike Kotomine she respects him as a guardian. Desires his attention and praise. So that kiss? It's easily reciprocated. Her lips parting for him so they can more easily slot together as her hands explore his chest and torso.
Secretly she thinks it's a little unfair how big he is, but that's neither here nor there. Instead she focuses on the texture of his skin. Following every scar and tracing the valleys between his muscles.]
[Sanjiro had little doubt that Rin would accept the kiss from him. She wasn't exactly impersonal with him. In fact, he thinks that makes it easier for her to give him a hard time or complain at him about things. He wasn't going to be pushed away by anything she does, by this point, he thinks he has proven that fact.
He tilts his head to the side, leaning more into the kiss. His hands smooth along her legs and up onto her bare thighs so he can squeeze them. They are just as soft and smooth as he imagined they might be, though he might not admit that he ever really though about her body before now.]
[She keeps herself well exorcised and well groomed. Even as he presses down into those soft thighs he'll feel the solidity of her muscles, too. After all... being a magus trained in more than just magic means she has the upper hand in a fight against her peers.
Tohsaka's hands leave his chest. Her face pulling away from his so she can catch a breath. Meanwhile she grabs the hem of her skirt and hikes the fabric up to give him more access.]
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Oh? Not confident you could reignite it?
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[He says as he sits down next to her.]
A picture is never as good as experiencing the real thing.
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[Prove it, she dares him.]
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[He reaches over to her and places a hand on her leg.]
I think just the thought of what I could do to you would ignite the flame again.
[As well as the fact that he's seems willing to follow through.]
I will admit, your thirst trap pic did ignite something in me too.
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[Normally she wouldn't allow herself to stutter like that, but having his large palm rest on her thigh makes Rin's heart flip. He's warm, calloused... but gentle for the moment. Tohsaka swallows nervously before grabbing the hem of her sweater and starting to pull it up.]
Want to see it again?
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[He says without hesitation. He doesn't think she's going to tease him or anything right now. He wants to see her body and touch her bare skin. Even though he knows this is all incredibly wrong, it doesn't stop him from wanting to push forward. Who's going to find out anyway?]
I want to see it in person. I know it will look even better than it did in the pictures.
[And not just because she is terrible at taking pictures.]
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You... have permission to touch.
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If this was all set up by her, he'd have to applaud her. The asking what a thirst trap is followed by the conversation followed by getting to this moment. But he doesn't think she could plan and execute something like that so flawlessly.
He lifts a hand up and grabs one of her breasts and squeezes it softly.]
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Your hands are big.
[That, and she's petite. Even at twenty-five her frame wouldn't be much bigger. Perhaps just a little filling out on the top, but not much more. A shaky sigh falls from her hips as he presses into the pliable flesh of her breast.]
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This is your first time feeling them this way. Do you like them?
[His calloused palm is rubbing against her nipple as he massages he kneads her breast in a calculated manner.]
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[That settles in the air before she frantically tries to clarify—] I-I mean I do. It's just... a lot.
[She hates how sensitive she is. Her cool and calm 'lady of the house' demeanor all but unreachable now as pleasure warms her cheeks and floods her skin with color. Not wanting to interrupt his exploration of her chest, she uses the hand opposite of where he toys with her to begin unbuttoning his top.]
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How much have you played with your own body?
[Maybe an embarrassing question to be asked, but still something he would like to know. Leaning down, he places a kiss on the bare skin of her shoulder.]
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[She gives a defiant little 'hmph'.] Nearly twice a week. I have a healthy drive.
[It's just so different when it's someone else. She also might have been holding back a little recently in hopes she could net him like this.
Her breathing starts to become uneven, but that doesn't stop her from finishing with his buttons and running her palm over his torso to push away the top.]
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He does bring a hand to her chin so he can tilt it up some. He lets his eyes meet her for a moment. Then he leans in and presses his lips against hers.]
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Secretly she thinks it's a little unfair how big he is, but that's neither here nor there. Instead she focuses on the texture of his skin. Following every scar and tracing the valleys between his muscles.]
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He tilts his head to the side, leaning more into the kiss. His hands smooth along her legs and up onto her bare thighs so he can squeeze them. They are just as soft and smooth as he imagined they might be, though he might not admit that he ever really though about her body before now.]
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Tohsaka's hands leave his chest. Her face pulling away from his so she can catch a breath. Meanwhile she grabs the hem of her skirt and hikes the fabric up to give him more access.]
How shall I quench your thirst?