[ 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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[ 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?