[ "pretty boy" was amusing on its own, but it's the follow-up that genuinely makes tseng laugh. it's a pity rin didn't really mean it to be funny, because it is funny. ]
Come up, then.
[ he'd call her "pretty girl," but it would probably sound less sarcastic coming from him. namely because it's true, and also because it's the kind of thing he would say during a session, which does sort of change the tone. ]
[It won't be long before she arrives at his suite. Three knocks at the door, and she'll wait patiently after that. Her hair is pulled back in a half-up ponytail rather than the half-up pigtails she had sported her first year, and different from the side-pointail she has worn this year. Rin likes to change and shift her style from time-to-time, and she feels that maybe a full ponytail right out the gate would be... too eager?
She wears red high-waisted shorts, a cropped white camisole, and black thigh-high socks. The socks are what she fidgets with while waiting for him to answer — making sure they won't shift or roll down.]
[ although tseng is always forced to dress the part when he goes to teach at the ugly duckling university, he doesn't actually enjoy dressing like a professor, and so the first thing he'd done upon getting home was to change into something a little less restrictive. "less restrictive" for tseng is still probably more formal than most people wear around the privacy of their own home, but at least when he pulls open the door to let rin in, he's wearing jeans. granted, they're well-tailored dark wash jeans, and he's also wearing a polo with the sleeves pushed up—but they are jeans! a minor miracle. ]
Come in. [ tseng's glance is brief, taking in her outfit and the differences from how he's seen her before. in particular, the stockings appeal—although tseng is unclear on whether she's dressed this way for his benefit or her own.
if it's for his benefit, she did a great job nailing one thing that tseng always finds sexy—the gap of skin between the hem of her shorts and the tops of her stockings. ]
Would you like anything to drink, or should we get right to business?
[Seeing him dress so casually is a bit of a shock for her. Even when he was running that food stand, Rin really didn't see much beyond the apron, considering...
As he eyes up that stretch of skin she has exposed, she too takes the time to really let the image of him sink in. At the end of it all? She still considers him refined. A mental stamp of approval is given (or perhaps she has some prebaked bias for Tseng in her mind that isn't exactly tied to healthy associations). Either way—]
What would you suggest? I've never tried something like this before.
[Did she try researching it before hand, getting through the introductory pages, and chicken out right after? Absolutely. In the few days between the offer and the acceptance Rin was quite frantic in her wavering on the subject.
As she's let in, she'll start trying to slip out of her shoes by habit.]
[ within his own suite tseng also doesn't wear shoes, so when rin is done removing her own she'll find a pair of house slippers waiting for her. call it a cultural legacy, even though tseng doesn't remember his childhood. wearing hard shoes indoors has just always felt strange.
he waits a step away until she's ready, then holds a hand out to point the way deeper into his suite. now that he's a queen, the layout of rooms tseng has to contend with is truly ridiculous, but with enough time and effort he's managed to map all of them, and so the first place tseng leads rin is past the staircase in the main hallway and into the spacious kitchen and dining area where he pulls out a chair for her. ]
I'll bring water, and we can briefly discuss expectations.
[ water is quick, two glasses that he brings back to the table before taking a seat in the next seat over, around the corner of the table so he and rin can address each other more directly without too much space in the way. ]
Do you understand the premise of cockwarming? [ tseng asks, straightforward. by now rin knows that his expectation is that she not lie to him; asking so openly is, in its own way, a test of how well she'll hold to that. ]
[After seating herself and accepting the water, Tohsaka takes a sip and holds the drink in her lap with two hands as she responds.]
I understand the basic concept in theory. I did a little preliminary research before coming here, but it wasn't very in-depth. I figured personal preferences and circumstances involved... Well, there's not much point in confusing myself with concepts I won't be applying just yet.
[There is no lie to her words, but she doesn't reveal her initial anxiety and what kept her from deciding to immediately accept his offer. The small bit of obfuscation does make her a touch uneasy, so her thumb begins drawing lazy circles against the glass of water.]
[ it might be a little bit of a lie by omission, but it rings true enough that tseng doesn't notice anything being obscured. he just nods, sitting back in his own chair. ]
You're right about preferences and circumstances, [ he says. ] Fundamentally, cockwarming means the act of putting a cock somewhere warm and holding it there—it could be a mouth, or a cunt, or an ass. Mouth, in your case.
[ unless rin decides she's into it enough to try it elsewhere, but that's a choice to make much later. ]
It can be about intimacy, but in your case I think it's a good way to satisfy your oral fixation. You can keep it in your mouth for as long as you like, and you don't have to suck unless you want to. Would you prefer I be hard or no?
[What a question. Tohsaka's hand rises to press a few fingers to her lips as she contemplates his answer. What would be more satisfying? More fun? More comfortable—
Actually, speaking of comfort:]
I'm not sure. Soft, perhaps. Is that where you want to sit for it? Should I be on my knees, or seated next to you, and leaning into your lap? I never... considered how many options there would be.
[Because unlike something she feels like she has to endure or struggle through to put forth an impressive showing, this matter felt like it might be so appealing it's scary. Which is why she has been (mentally) avoiding and running from it almost entirely before gathering the "courage" to make it here.]
All of those are possibilities, and if there's one that seems more appealing than the others I'd like to know, [ tseng says. ] But if you were to ask for my preference... I would suggest me sitting in bed, leaning back against the pillows, and you laying in my lap.
[ kneeling is fine, but one's knees tend to get sore after a while, and sitting down and then leaning over can cause discomfort down the line. if they're going to be at this a while, it seems best for rin to be comfortable, which means laying across tseng's irresponsibly large mattress with her head in his lap. ]
I'll read a book, and you can relax as long as you like.
[That... actually sounds really nice? Even just thinking about spending her time quietly with someone else seems relaxing. A few mock-ups of the scenario run through her imagination as Rin takes a few swallows of the cool water from her glass. Feeling refreshed and less nervous about expectations, she sets aside her drink.]
I suppose it's a little silly to say this about cockwarming, but I think that sounds lovely.
[A small dusting of color does make it to her cheeks at the notion of calling it that, but removing the whole filling-her-mouth portion leaves them with a tranquil way to keep company. Why shouldn't it be lovely?]
Not silly at all, [ tseng says with a slight smile. ] I'm glad you feel that way.
[ there's certainly no rush to head to the bedroom, but there is something decisive about the way rin set aside her drink, so after a few seconds tseng does the same and sits back in his chair. ]
Shall we? [ he moves to stand, holding a hand out to rin. ] You can remove your clothes or leave them on, whatever you prefer.
[ and unless rin objects, tseng will take her hand to lead her back to his bedroom, where a book is already sitting on the nightstand for him, one that he's halfway through and can easily pick up again while she makes herself comfortable in his lap. ]
[There is a bit of hesitation at first, but she relents. Placing her hand in his and desperately hoping that she doesn't seem odd or clammy in his palm.
When they make it to his room Rin will pull away and pause. Her hands reach behind her back to pinch the band of her bra through the fabric of her top. Deciding to favor decency, Tohsaka will keep her clothes on. However the bra she's wearing might become uncomfortable depending on how long she stays, so that's got to go. All the while her eyes scan the room. Eager to take in any sliver of information she can about him.
The title of his book, the style of his bedding, the furniture and any personalization. All of it information to help form a more whole picture of Tseng for her understanding. Perhaps a normal person would simply ask Tseng about himself: his preferences, his hobbies, and more. However Rin is... pointedly not normal. No, she's afraid. Afraid of attachment and afraid of loss. As such she makes everything a struggle for herself. As if anything that could endear someone to her needs to be learned in a way that makes her feel like she's gathering blackmail instead.
Once the band of her bra is unlatched, it's a simple maneuver to rid herself of it. Tucking her arms through the slackened straps before tugging the undergarment out wholesale through the arm-hole of her sleeve. Tohsaka then primly folds the bra in half, tucking one cup into the other and placing it at the foot of the bed. Only once Tseng is settled himself will she join him.]
[ like the rest of his apartment, tseng's room betrays very little about his personality. at this point, it's less to do with any particular desire to remain minimalistic and anonymous than it is simply because tseng doesn't really know how to decorate a space to make it his own, but the end result is that there really isn't much to see that gives away too much about him as an individual. over time, though, there are a few touches that give some insight: an orchid in a pot on a windowsill, notably the only living thing inside the suite; the historical fiction book on the nightstand, with a bookmark in it that appears to be a grocery receipt; a small collection of jewelry on the dresser, namely earrings and hair clasps.
while rin is removing her bra, tseng climbs onto the bed to get himself settled. he brings the book with him, then leans back against the supportive pillows against the headboard, leaving plenty of room for rin to join him on the mattress when she's ready. ]
Thank you, [ tseng says, with a slight, wry smile. ] As you can perhaps imagine, I had very little to do with most of it, but there are some parts I enjoy especially.
[ like this bed, which is irresponsibly huge and also super comfortable to boot. also the luxurious bathroom, which rin hasn't yet seen but which contains excellent bath and shower facilities. he'll show her those later, perhaps. for now, tseng waits for rin to join him before he reaches to undo his belt and zipper—although he doesn't pull his cock free. ]
Whenever you're ready, you can lay on my lap and use your mouth, [ he says. it's clear that rin has some nerves around this, and tseng doesn't want to rush it. ]
[The luxurious bed takes a bit of climbing and crawling to get into position with him. Once situated it's comfortable and lovely, but the awkward bit before that makes her skin feel like it burns red hot with embarrassment. After settling, Rin decides she's done being overly timid or polite. Perhaps waiting for Tseng to reveal himself would have been more proper, but her whole body has been yearning for satisfaction for quite some time now.
Soft, petite hands push away the fly of his pants before curling into the waistband of his undergarments. from there she'll tug away the fabric to free his length. Her breath hits hot against the newly revealed skin, and without hesitating she parts her lips. Rin starts slow: ghosting her mouth against his skin — effectively teasing herself and Tseng as she goes. One delicately traced cock later, and she's coaxing him into her mouth. Slick heat envelopes him quickly as she attempts to take him whole. Tohsaka's goal is to touch her lips to his hilt, or at least do her best, and hold him like a warm embrace.
Yet even this much causes a wave of relief to shudder through her whole body. Her lashes flutter, lids heavy, as a satisfied moan rumbles as its caught in Rin's throat.]
[ she'll hear no complaints from tseng about the initiative to coax his cock free of his slacks. tseng makes a quiet noise of appreciation, in fact, and as rin bends over his lap he reaches up to hold some of her hair back out of her face, giving him a clearer view of her expression and her mouth as she trails her lips and tongue lightly all along the surface of tseng's cock.
it feels good, even considering tseng's self-control. by the time rin leans forward to actually draw his length into her mouth, he's started to harden a little, although he's still mostly soft by the time her lips close around him. it's the moan that sends a shudder of pleasure through his nerves, both from what it signifies about rin's satisfaction and from the vibrations themselves. ]
There. [ tseng's hand cups the back of rin's neck briefly, encouraging. ] Just like that, for however long you want.
[ although the warmth and wetness of her mouth is a little distracting, it's not so much so that tseng won't be able to focus on anything else. once he feels that rin is settled and content, tseng reaches for his book so he can pick it up again, allowing her to keep her mouth around his mostly-soft cock for however long it takes for her to be satisfied. ]
[However long you want, he says, and she has to fight back the urge to sit up flee. Admitting she wants anything is hard, and having to stomach indulgence is harder. Even so, she perseveres by convincing herself she shouldn't insult him by bailing out immediately. After a minute or so, Rin finally lets go. Anxiety and racing thoughts wash away as the comfort and relief of a prolonged exposure settles in. That blissful, contented state lasts a surprisingly long time. Almost an obscenely long time.
But it's not just the relief of a craving that gets to Rin. Tseng's warmth, his scent, the way he breathes and the salt of his skin all draw her in. Even just having him inside her like this has her body yearning with a familiar heat that prompts Rin to shift her body in his lap so she can squeeze her legs a little tighter for that pressure. It's not long after that shift that Rin begins teasing her tongue along his cock and suckling gently rather than just letting him rest.]
[ for a long while, they're both quiet, no sound in the room but their breathing. eventually it seems that the last of the anticipatory tension has faded from rin's frame, which tseng is pleased to note, although he doesn't say anything about it out loud—just turns a page, letting his own body relax into quiescence as well.
eventually, though, rin stirs. it's just slightly, but enough to draw tseng's attention away from the page he's reading in time to see the way her thighs squeeze together. on anyone else he might not find it noteworthy, but tseng knows rin well by now, knows how it looks when she's a little turned on. and, sure enough, a couple of minutes later tseng feels the tell-tale pressure of her tongue more firmly against his cock.
without drawing much of his attention away from his book, tseng reaches out to slip his hand between rin's thighs. he doesn't immediately slide them up to her cunt, but his fingertips press into the soft flesh of her upper thigh, a promise of more if she wants it—all she has to do is part her thighs just a little to let him touch. ]
[...He's always been good at that, hasn't he? That silent, gentle ask for permission. Tseng makes a big deal about consent, and always seems to make sure to get it. Even if it's unspoken permission. Rin prefers to play around in grey areas — it allows plausible deniability on her end, and a lack of blame anywhere else. At least like this, without having to admit her desire verbally, she can more easily accept handing him that permission.
The way Tohsaka parts her legs lacks her usual hesitation, or that pause she typically needs to gather herself into speaking a vulnerable truth. She parts for him as easy as flower petals unfurling for the sun. If he explores further up her thigh he'll feel the obvious signs: her skin getting hotter, and the gusset of her panties slightly damp.
Just as Rin is thankful for the silent question, she is also thankful for his book. This way Tseng's eyes can be locked to the words on the page rather than how her expression twists and forms around the tension of her building pleasure. Brows upturned and eyes lidded as she takes a more active role while having him in her mouth.]
[ at least for the time being, tseng is actually still reading—admittedly a little more slowly than he'd been reading before, and it's taking more concentration to focus on each word, but he hasn't quite reached the point of staring blankly at the page while pretending to take it in. most of his attention, though, is focused on rin, in one way or another—either on the growing pressure of her tongue and lips around his cock, or on the heat of her skin under his fingers as tseng moves his hand higher between her thighs.
it's no surprise to find her panties damp. tseng wastes no time, shifting higher so he can slip his fingers into her underwear and find her clit with his middle finger. so long as rin is still being gentle, suckling at his cock more than actually sucking him, tseng keeps his own touches similarly light. he spreads her folds just slightly so he can brush gently over the nub of her clit, sometimes in long strokes upward and sometimes in slow circles, but always mirroring the firmness of rin's tongue against his own cock.
it's only when rin begins to suck him more firmly that tseng adjusts his touches too, his hand sliding lower so he can curl two of his fingers into rin's cunt. even as tseng starts to fuck her, fingers pressing forward to stroke over her gspot, he keeps his gaze on his book, looking (although not feeling) very nonchalant indeed. ]
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[ pin drop for his queen suite. ]
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I think that would be lovely. When would be an appropriate time to come over?
[Does he need to prepare anything? Freshen up? Relax a little before dealing with her?]
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[ "tidy up" lol as if his house isn't always spotless just because he is who he is. ]
1/3
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Man. I meant man.
3/3
On second thought: take all the time you need. I'll come up when called.
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Come up, then.
[ he'd call her "pretty girl," but it would probably sound less sarcastic coming from him. namely because it's true, and also because it's the kind of thing he would say during a session, which does sort of change the tone. ]
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She wears red high-waisted shorts, a cropped white camisole, and black thigh-high socks. The socks are what she fidgets with while waiting for him to answer — making sure they won't shift or roll down.]
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Come in. [ tseng's glance is brief, taking in her outfit and the differences from how he's seen her before. in particular, the stockings appeal—although tseng is unclear on whether she's dressed this way for his benefit or her own.
if it's for his benefit, she did a great job nailing one thing that tseng always finds sexy—the gap of skin between the hem of her shorts and the tops of her stockings. ]
Would you like anything to drink, or should we get right to business?
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As he eyes up that stretch of skin she has exposed, she too takes the time to really let the image of him sink in. At the end of it all? She still considers him refined. A mental stamp of approval is given (or perhaps she has some prebaked bias for Tseng in her mind that isn't exactly tied to healthy associations). Either way—]
What would you suggest? I've never tried something like this before.
[Did she try researching it before hand, getting through the introductory pages, and chicken out right after? Absolutely. In the few days between the offer and the acceptance Rin was quite frantic in her wavering on the subject.
As she's let in, she'll start trying to slip out of her shoes by habit.]
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he waits a step away until she's ready, then holds a hand out to point the way deeper into his suite. now that he's a queen, the layout of rooms tseng has to contend with is truly ridiculous, but with enough time and effort he's managed to map all of them, and so the first place tseng leads rin is past the staircase in the main hallway and into the spacious kitchen and dining area where he pulls out a chair for her. ]
I'll bring water, and we can briefly discuss expectations.
[ water is quick, two glasses that he brings back to the table before taking a seat in the next seat over, around the corner of the table so he and rin can address each other more directly without too much space in the way. ]
Do you understand the premise of cockwarming? [ tseng asks, straightforward. by now rin knows that his expectation is that she not lie to him; asking so openly is, in its own way, a test of how well she'll hold to that. ]
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I understand the basic concept in theory. I did a little preliminary research before coming here, but it wasn't very in-depth. I figured personal preferences and circumstances involved... Well, there's not much point in confusing myself with concepts I won't be applying just yet.
[There is no lie to her words, but she doesn't reveal her initial anxiety and what kept her from deciding to immediately accept his offer. The small bit of obfuscation does make her a touch uneasy, so her thumb begins drawing lazy circles against the glass of water.]
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You're right about preferences and circumstances, [ he says. ] Fundamentally, cockwarming means the act of putting a cock somewhere warm and holding it there—it could be a mouth, or a cunt, or an ass. Mouth, in your case.
[ unless rin decides she's into it enough to try it elsewhere, but that's a choice to make much later. ]
It can be about intimacy, but in your case I think it's a good way to satisfy your oral fixation. You can keep it in your mouth for as long as you like, and you don't have to suck unless you want to. Would you prefer I be hard or no?
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Actually, speaking of comfort:]
I'm not sure. Soft, perhaps. Is that where you want to sit for it? Should I be on my knees, or seated next to you, and leaning into your lap? I never... considered how many options there would be.
[Because unlike something she feels like she has to endure or struggle through to put forth an impressive showing, this matter felt like it might be so appealing it's scary. Which is why she has been (mentally) avoiding and running from it almost entirely before gathering the "courage" to make it here.]
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[ kneeling is fine, but one's knees tend to get sore after a while, and sitting down and then leaning over can cause discomfort down the line. if they're going to be at this a while, it seems best for rin to be comfortable, which means laying across tseng's irresponsibly large mattress with her head in his lap. ]
I'll read a book, and you can relax as long as you like.
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I suppose it's a little silly to say this about cockwarming, but I think that sounds lovely.
[A small dusting of color does make it to her cheeks at the notion of calling it that, but removing the whole filling-her-mouth portion leaves them with a tranquil way to keep company. Why shouldn't it be lovely?]
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[ there's certainly no rush to head to the bedroom, but there is something decisive about the way rin set aside her drink, so after a few seconds tseng does the same and sits back in his chair. ]
Shall we? [ he moves to stand, holding a hand out to rin. ] You can remove your clothes or leave them on, whatever you prefer.
[ and unless rin objects, tseng will take her hand to lead her back to his bedroom, where a book is already sitting on the nightstand for him, one that he's halfway through and can easily pick up again while she makes herself comfortable in his lap. ]
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When they make it to his room Rin will pull away and pause. Her hands reach behind her back to pinch the band of her bra through the fabric of her top. Deciding to favor decency, Tohsaka will keep her clothes on. However the bra she's wearing might become uncomfortable depending on how long she stays, so that's got to go. All the while her eyes scan the room. Eager to take in any sliver of information she can about him.
The title of his book, the style of his bedding, the furniture and any personalization. All of it information to help form a more whole picture of Tseng for her understanding. Perhaps a normal person would simply ask Tseng about himself: his preferences, his hobbies, and more. However Rin is... pointedly not normal. No, she's afraid. Afraid of attachment and afraid of loss. As such she makes everything a struggle for herself. As if anything that could endear someone to her needs to be learned in a way that makes her feel like she's gathering blackmail instead.
Once the band of her bra is unlatched, it's a simple maneuver to rid herself of it. Tucking her arms through the slackened straps before tugging the undergarment out wholesale through the arm-hole of her sleeve. Tohsaka then primly folds the bra in half, tucking one cup into the other and placing it at the foot of the bed. Only once Tseng is settled himself will she join him.]
You have a nice place.
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while rin is removing her bra, tseng climbs onto the bed to get himself settled. he brings the book with him, then leans back against the supportive pillows against the headboard, leaving plenty of room for rin to join him on the mattress when she's ready. ]
Thank you, [ tseng says, with a slight, wry smile. ] As you can perhaps imagine, I had very little to do with most of it, but there are some parts I enjoy especially.
[ like this bed, which is irresponsibly huge and also super comfortable to boot. also the luxurious bathroom, which rin hasn't yet seen but which contains excellent bath and shower facilities. he'll show her those later, perhaps. for now, tseng waits for rin to join him before he reaches to undo his belt and zipper—although he doesn't pull his cock free. ]
Whenever you're ready, you can lay on my lap and use your mouth, [ he says. it's clear that rin has some nerves around this, and tseng doesn't want to rush it. ]
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Soft, petite hands push away the fly of his pants before curling into the waistband of his undergarments. from there she'll tug away the fabric to free his length. Her breath hits hot against the newly revealed skin, and without hesitating she parts her lips. Rin starts slow: ghosting her mouth against his skin — effectively teasing herself and Tseng as she goes. One delicately traced cock later, and she's coaxing him into her mouth. Slick heat envelopes him quickly as she attempts to take him whole. Tohsaka's goal is to touch her lips to his hilt, or at least do her best, and hold him like a warm embrace.
Yet even this much causes a wave of relief to shudder through her whole body. Her lashes flutter, lids heavy, as a satisfied moan rumbles as its caught in Rin's throat.]
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it feels good, even considering tseng's self-control. by the time rin leans forward to actually draw his length into her mouth, he's started to harden a little, although he's still mostly soft by the time her lips close around him. it's the moan that sends a shudder of pleasure through his nerves, both from what it signifies about rin's satisfaction and from the vibrations themselves. ]
There. [ tseng's hand cups the back of rin's neck briefly, encouraging. ] Just like that, for however long you want.
[ although the warmth and wetness of her mouth is a little distracting, it's not so much so that tseng won't be able to focus on anything else. once he feels that rin is settled and content, tseng reaches for his book so he can pick it up again, allowing her to keep her mouth around his mostly-soft cock for however long it takes for her to be satisfied. ]
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But it's not just the relief of a craving that gets to Rin. Tseng's warmth, his scent, the way he breathes and the salt of his skin all draw her in. Even just having him inside her like this has her body yearning with a familiar heat that prompts Rin to shift her body in his lap so she can squeeze her legs a little tighter for that pressure. It's not long after that shift that Rin begins teasing her tongue along his cock and suckling gently rather than just letting him rest.]
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eventually, though, rin stirs. it's just slightly, but enough to draw tseng's attention away from the page he's reading in time to see the way her thighs squeeze together. on anyone else he might not find it noteworthy, but tseng knows rin well by now, knows how it looks when she's a little turned on. and, sure enough, a couple of minutes later tseng feels the tell-tale pressure of her tongue more firmly against his cock.
without drawing much of his attention away from his book, tseng reaches out to slip his hand between rin's thighs. he doesn't immediately slide them up to her cunt, but his fingertips press into the soft flesh of her upper thigh, a promise of more if she wants it—all she has to do is part her thighs just a little to let him touch. ]
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The way Tohsaka parts her legs lacks her usual hesitation, or that pause she typically needs to gather herself into speaking a vulnerable truth. She parts for him as easy as flower petals unfurling for the sun. If he explores further up her thigh he'll feel the obvious signs: her skin getting hotter, and the gusset of her panties slightly damp.
Just as Rin is thankful for the silent question, she is also thankful for his book. This way Tseng's eyes can be locked to the words on the page rather than how her expression twists and forms around the tension of her building pleasure. Brows upturned and eyes lidded as she takes a more active role while having him in her mouth.]
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it's no surprise to find her panties damp. tseng wastes no time, shifting higher so he can slip his fingers into her underwear and find her clit with his middle finger. so long as rin is still being gentle, suckling at his cock more than actually sucking him, tseng keeps his own touches similarly light. he spreads her folds just slightly so he can brush gently over the nub of her clit, sometimes in long strokes upward and sometimes in slow circles, but always mirroring the firmness of rin's tongue against his own cock.
it's only when rin begins to suck him more firmly that tseng adjusts his touches too, his hand sliding lower so he can curl two of his fingers into rin's cunt. even as tseng starts to fuck her, fingers pressing forward to stroke over her gspot, he keeps his gaze on his book, looking (although not feeling) very nonchalant indeed. ]
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