[He makes his offer, and that is that. Tohsaka leaps from where she stands to actually pounce on him. Should he think fast he'll be able to catch her, but if he stumbles even a little bit the couch he'll step back into will probably cause them both to topple onto the cushions.]
[ Holy fuck, she actually jumped him! Kaito's got quick reflexes, so he will catch her, but...
He stumbles, and it's onto the couch they land. Oh god. Oh fuck. Kaito's not inexperienced by any means, but that's with other people. He's only had to tend to another's heat once, and that was under his dad's supervision for one of the familiars... ]
[Rin doesn't give him much time to think. Instead he mouth is quick to latch onto his throat when they settle with her atop him. Soft lips followed by the brief sting of her fangs grazing and nipping at his throat.
Meanwhile her tail lashes while perked upward. Causing her already short skirt to hike uo and lift. The fabric tumbling over her back rather than covering the curve of her ass like it should.]
[ Oh. The contact is sudden and the rush of emotions that flood through it make Kaito's head spin. He's already quite sensitive to touch because of his powers, and that tends to translate to being quite vulnerable to nips and bites in bed.
So, he tilts his head and doesn't bother muting his moan when she bites down. Gloved hands lift to smooth down her back and latch onto her ass. ]
Mmn... Alright... Clothes off...
[ Hoo, boy. This is not what Kaito signed up for, but at this rate he won't even care—or be able to think straight enough to use discretion. ]
[His hold on her ass makes her skin jump a little, but when Kaito says "clothes off" Rin doesn't hesitate. Like her head is overcome with feral desire, she sits up on her knees as they dig into the couch cushion and straddle his waist. She then takes her claws and effortlessly rips to shreds his top so she can explore his chest. As if that somehow feeds her voracious appetite.
Rin smiles, and her fangs glint in the ambient light of the room.]
[ That was his favorite sweater, too! ...His favorite sweater that he has seven more of back home.
Scars galore adorn his (surprisingly muscular) upper body, and despite his complaining he's still more or less at her mercy with the feral intensity of her heated (heh) emotions addling his own thoughts. Golds begin to fog over, and he simply stares up in curiosity to see what she'll do next. Regardless of the direction, she's bound to notice something gradually stiffening against her cheeks.
[It's then that she cackles much like a villainess. After all, it's not like his interest goes unnoticed. In fact she practically smells it before he's fully hard and pressing against her. And when she dares him? The familiar begins to move. Her hips shifting back so that when she grinds into him with enthusiasm the Tohsaka familiar is stimulating him almost directly.]
[ As if he's any better. Taking in her haughtiness as his own, he looses a rumbling moan when as grinds against his crotch. Silver light begins to bleed from his fingertips, followed by a distinct coldness.
With a simple yanking motion Kaito grips the front of Rin's blouse and rips the whole thing clean off to equalize the playing field. No time is wasted—after dissolving his impromptu claws, the empath sits up and latches his teeth and lips around a pert nipple to bite and suckle. No gentle easing here—it's straight to rough stimulation. ]
[The Tohsaka familiar yelps loud. Her voice filling the fancy parlor along with the sound of his suckling on her breast. Though despite her shock he doesn't relent. Continuing to latch and nibble. It has her claws dragging down his back and leaving trails of bright red that fade to pink. All the while her hips continue to grind and hump him. Desperately searching for more of that friction between them.]
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[ Holy fuck, she actually jumped him! Kaito's got quick reflexes, so he will catch her, but...
He stumbles, and it's onto the couch they land. Oh god. Oh fuck. Kaito's not inexperienced by any means, but that's with other people. He's only had to tend to another's heat once, and that was under his dad's supervision for one of the familiars... ]
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Meanwhile her tail lashes while perked upward. Causing her already short skirt to hike uo and lift. The fabric tumbling over her back rather than covering the curve of her ass like it should.]
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So, he tilts his head and doesn't bother muting his moan when she bites down. Gloved hands lift to smooth down her back and latch onto her ass. ]
Mmn... Alright... Clothes off...
[ Hoo, boy. This is not what Kaito signed up for, but at this rate he won't even care—or be able to think straight enough to use discretion. ]
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Rin smiles, and her fangs glint in the ambient light of the room.]
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[ That was his favorite sweater, too! ...His favorite sweater that he has seven more of back home.
Scars galore adorn his (surprisingly muscular) upper body, and despite his complaining he's still more or less at her mercy with the feral intensity of her heated (heh) emotions addling his own thoughts. Golds begin to fog over, and he simply stares up in curiosity to see what she'll do next. Regardless of the direction, she's bound to notice something gradually stiffening against her cheeks.
Something, he says, like it isn't his cock— ]
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[It's then that she cackles much like a villainess. After all, it's not like his interest goes unnoticed. In fact she practically smells it before he's fully hard and pressing against her. And when she dares him? The familiar begins to move. Her hips shifting back so that when she grinds into him with enthusiasm the Tohsaka familiar is stimulating him almost directly.]
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[ As if he's any better. Taking in her haughtiness as his own, he looses a rumbling moan when as grinds against his crotch. Silver light begins to bleed from his fingertips, followed by a distinct coldness.
With a simple yanking motion Kaito grips the front of Rin's blouse and rips the whole thing clean off to equalize the playing field. No time is wasted—after dissolving his impromptu claws, the empath sits up and latches his teeth and lips around a pert nipple to bite and suckle. No gentle easing here—it's straight to rough stimulation. ]
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Wh— what do you mean by that?