[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. ]
[Well, his book can't hide everything. As he targets her g-spot a small noise leaps up into her throat without permission, and Rin's legs squeeze on reflex. His fingers are caught — squeezed by the pressure of her walls gripping him, and the added pressure of her thighs coming back together.
What was once a quiet room starts to fill with sound. The wet motion of Tseng pumping her pussy, the heavier way Rin has to breath while having her mouth full, the soft sounds of her sucking his length and the slightly louder 'pop' of her mouth pulling off his cock completely. One soft hand holds his shaft while the other carefully coaxes out his balls so she can seal her lips around them instead.
She thinks nothing of leaving his cock, which had been resting comfortably in the heat of her mouth for so long, now out and exposed to the cooler air of the room. No, instead her mind is filled to the brim with eagerness for new sensations for her mouth. The different texture on her tongue and a new shape for her lips to envelop. A small, pleased hum rumbles up from her chest as she enjoys exploring new stretches of Tseng like this.]
[ indeed, it can't hide everything—such as, for example, the slight smirk that tugs at tseng's lips as he feels both rin's cunt and her thighs squeeze around his hand in response to his touch against her gspot. it's as obvious a physical reaction as he could have hoped for, and it does nothing to dissuade him from continuing to massage that exact place, his palm rubbing over rin's clit and his fingers working in short, firm motions to keep rin aroused and work her slowly to orgasm.
all things in due time, though, and tseng is clearly in no hurry. his breathing starts to deepen too, the more rin works him over, and he slightly parts his thighs as best he can to allow her fuller access to his body—in particular his balls, her attention to which earn a low noise in the back of tseng's throat.
although the cooler air is shocking against the wet, heated flesh of his cock, tseng doesn't actually mind it. it's a little like temperature play, whether or not rin intended it to be that way, and it only serves to turn him on further. tipping his head back against the wall behind the bed, tseng gives up on actually trying to read and instead just traces his gaze over the same sentence again and again, unseeing. all his attention is on the combined sensations of rin's mouth finding new stretches of skin to play with and his own fingers working into her cunt in thorough strokes.
it won't take much longer for her to get him off like this, tseng thinks, but he's determined to hold out as long as he can, if only to ensure that rin gets as much satisfaction out of it as possible. this, of course, he doesn't even think of saying aloud. ]
[To have him in her mouth is a certain type of pleasure all in its own. A relief, a comfort, and something more. A type of satisfaction that leaves her wanting. A type of greed feeds into another type of hunger. The more she has the more she wants, and with Tseng's eyes even just pretending to stay on that page she can delude herself into thinking his focus is split. A delusion that allows her to indulge in him more fully.
It's almost amorous, the way she tends to his balls. At first she practices a little restraint; sucking one side in before peppering the now-wet skin with soft kisses. Rin repeats that with the other side while her hips squirm and her legs squeeze and release with each stroke of his hands. Moans begin to slip from her more properly now with her mouth not as full. Short, exhaled whines before she returns to lavishing him in wet heat as her pleasure builds.
Whenever her eyes open they're clouded with desire. Drinking in the sight of Tseng — his cock and balls bare before her, and gently glistening in the light allowing him to read. Rin's mouth waters even more at him like this: hard because of her, shining because of her. The visual makes a pang of deep seeded hunger hit and she dares to try and fit his whole sack in her mouth. Desperate not only to feel full, but also to have her lips sealed softly around him when she comes.
Whether by sheer determination or luck, it happens. Rin's vision blots out in sparks of white as her whole body briefly locks up around him before dissolving in waves of ecstasy. A keening noise makes it up her throat before being muffled by Tseng's balls while he'll feel the pulsing walls of her cunt squeeze and release him in fluttering spasms. Rin's eyes roll back as feelings of bliss settle into her muscles.]
[ really, it's tseng's own fault for not looking. he's focused on the book, or at least "focused" on the book with his eyes if not his attention, and so he doesn't pick up on what rin is trying to do until the very last moment, when she leans forward just enough to suck both of his balls into her mouth in the same moment. the suction and tightness is incredible, to say nothing of the heat, the wet softness of her tongue and cheeks as she sucks lightly at him—a pulsing rhythm that nearly mirrors the way her cunt clamps down around his fingers and then ripples with orgasm, dripping slick over tseng's fingers and her own thighs.
it's all too much. he doesn't even have time to warn rin that it's going to happen—between the heat of her mouth and the heat of her body, tseng is overcome too quickly to manage much other than a low moan as he finally gives up on looking at the book and tips his head back against the headboard. he comes immediately, pleasure gathering in a tight knot of heat between his thighs and then surging out to what feels like every inch of his nervous system—his fingers curl firmly forward against rin's gspot, one last merciless little bit of stimulation, and tseng's cock twitches as he spills, hot spurts of cum dripping down his shaft and landing on rin's cheek and temple where her face is still cradled in his lap.
probably rude, to give a girl a facial without asking permission, but in tseng's defense—her mouth feels too fucking good. still, when the most intense wave of pleasure has passed and tseng has exhaled a quiet, satisfied sigh, he does withdraw his fingers from inside rin's pussy and then, silently, reaches for a tissue. ]
[The way he presses deep into that soft, sensitive area pulls one last yelp, one final whimper, out of Rin before she finally releases him too. Rin's eyes had been closed while Tseng had come, and so the evidence of Tseng's climax on her face only brought forth a gentle wince — the twitch of her skin at feeling the white hot liquid hit her. Yet as he grabs for a tissue it becomes clear Rin has her own ideas about cleaning up. In her haze she has slowly begun to lap up whatever mess Tseng has made with her tongue. Hot, slick muscle dragging across his skin and curling to swipe up the acrid fluid left in the wake of their mutual peak.
After all, why shouldn't she? It's not like he's devoid of life force and it's basically like a free boost that her body can convert into energy and the excess will simply be added to her gems when Rin does her blood draws that night. And the taste? Well, her routine medicine is far more stomach churning than cum. In fact she enjoys the excuse to run her tongue over his body. To taste the salt of his skin and to provide a bit of brief over-stimulation to the sensitive head of his cock as she cleans him of every bit of white he had spilled on himself. Diligent and almost dutiful.]
[ well, in that case. although tseng sets the tissue down within reach, he doesn't use them to clean his own fingers—those he sucks clean, much the same way that rin is applying herself to licking at his softening cock and balls in pursuit of every drop of cum that he'd spilled. it feels good, although the more she does it the more intense the sensation is, until finally tseng finds himself exhaling sharply at the pressure of her tongue against the head of his cock.
when rin pulls back slightly, tseng reaches to draw his fingers along her cheek, gathering the last bit of cum she hadn't been able to reach and then offering it to her. he doesn't yet know about her need for life force—if he did, he'd probably offer more often—but if she likes this, well, far be it from tseng to discourage something that he enjoyed watching so much. ]
How did that feel?
[ there's probably no point in pretending now that he's focused on anything other than her, since he's put the book down and also since she made him come super fucking hard a minute ago. ]
[There is no hesitation in how she moves for his proffered fingers. With lashes lowered her lips spread open before enveloping Tseng's digits in wet heat. Rin suckles briefly on him as her tong drags along the length to make sure and take every piece so her body can convert the energy into power, and later that night she'll store that excess power in a gem.
When she pulls back to reply a small string of saliva delicately tethers Tseng's fingertips to her lips. A tie that breaks the moment she speaks.]
Good... it was really good.
[Perhaps her "review" should use more grandiose words for how she felt, but he's lucky to get such a direct and straightforward answer at all. What's really happening is that being able to fill her mouth and then use it so thoroughly has her just satisfied and contented enough to speak honestly about the experience.]
[ it's a surprisingly straightforward response from rin, although tseng doesn't call attention to it. maybe she's still riding the high of post-orgasmic endorphins. no matter the reason, tseng is pleased to hear it, because honestly he'd been thinking the same thing. ]
I would, too.
[ it feels good to be able to help rin with something that clearly bothers her, but selfishly tseng also very much enjoyed the sensation of it too—the warm, wet heat of rin's mouth for a while, followed by the gradual buildup to an exquisitely pleasurable blowjob. he'd have to be insane not to want to do that again. ]
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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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What was once a quiet room starts to fill with sound. The wet motion of Tseng pumping her pussy, the heavier way Rin has to breath while having her mouth full, the soft sounds of her sucking his length and the slightly louder 'pop' of her mouth pulling off his cock completely. One soft hand holds his shaft while the other carefully coaxes out his balls so she can seal her lips around them instead.
She thinks nothing of leaving his cock, which had been resting comfortably in the heat of her mouth for so long, now out and exposed to the cooler air of the room. No, instead her mind is filled to the brim with eagerness for new sensations for her mouth. The different texture on her tongue and a new shape for her lips to envelop. A small, pleased hum rumbles up from her chest as she enjoys exploring new stretches of Tseng like this.]
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all things in due time, though, and tseng is clearly in no hurry. his breathing starts to deepen too, the more rin works him over, and he slightly parts his thighs as best he can to allow her fuller access to his body—in particular his balls, her attention to which earn a low noise in the back of tseng's throat.
although the cooler air is shocking against the wet, heated flesh of his cock, tseng doesn't actually mind it. it's a little like temperature play, whether or not rin intended it to be that way, and it only serves to turn him on further. tipping his head back against the wall behind the bed, tseng gives up on actually trying to read and instead just traces his gaze over the same sentence again and again, unseeing. all his attention is on the combined sensations of rin's mouth finding new stretches of skin to play with and his own fingers working into her cunt in thorough strokes.
it won't take much longer for her to get him off like this, tseng thinks, but he's determined to hold out as long as he can, if only to ensure that rin gets as much satisfaction out of it as possible. this, of course, he doesn't even think of saying aloud. ]
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It's almost amorous, the way she tends to his balls. At first she practices a little restraint; sucking one side in before peppering the now-wet skin with soft kisses. Rin repeats that with the other side while her hips squirm and her legs squeeze and release with each stroke of his hands. Moans begin to slip from her more properly now with her mouth not as full. Short, exhaled whines before she returns to lavishing him in wet heat as her pleasure builds.
Whenever her eyes open they're clouded with desire. Drinking in the sight of Tseng — his cock and balls bare before her, and gently glistening in the light allowing him to read. Rin's mouth waters even more at him like this: hard because of her, shining because of her. The visual makes a pang of deep seeded hunger hit and she dares to try and fit his whole sack in her mouth. Desperate not only to feel full, but also to have her lips sealed softly around him when she comes.
Whether by sheer determination or luck, it happens. Rin's vision blots out in sparks of white as her whole body briefly locks up around him before dissolving in waves of ecstasy. A keening noise makes it up her throat before being muffled by Tseng's balls while he'll feel the pulsing walls of her cunt squeeze and release him in fluttering spasms. Rin's eyes roll back as feelings of bliss settle into her muscles.]
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it's all too much. he doesn't even have time to warn rin that it's going to happen—between the heat of her mouth and the heat of her body, tseng is overcome too quickly to manage much other than a low moan as he finally gives up on looking at the book and tips his head back against the headboard. he comes immediately, pleasure gathering in a tight knot of heat between his thighs and then surging out to what feels like every inch of his nervous system—his fingers curl firmly forward against rin's gspot, one last merciless little bit of stimulation, and tseng's cock twitches as he spills, hot spurts of cum dripping down his shaft and landing on rin's cheek and temple where her face is still cradled in his lap.
probably rude, to give a girl a facial without asking permission, but in tseng's defense—her mouth feels too fucking good. still, when the most intense wave of pleasure has passed and tseng has exhaled a quiet, satisfied sigh, he does withdraw his fingers from inside rin's pussy and then, silently, reaches for a tissue. ]
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After all, why shouldn't she? It's not like he's devoid of life force and it's basically like a free boost that her body can convert into energy and the excess will simply be added to her gems when Rin does her blood draws that night. And the taste? Well, her routine medicine is far more stomach churning than cum. In fact she enjoys the excuse to run her tongue over his body. To taste the salt of his skin and to provide a bit of brief over-stimulation to the sensitive head of his cock as she cleans him of every bit of white he had spilled on himself. Diligent and almost dutiful.]
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when rin pulls back slightly, tseng reaches to draw his fingers along her cheek, gathering the last bit of cum she hadn't been able to reach and then offering it to her. he doesn't yet know about her need for life force—if he did, he'd probably offer more often—but if she likes this, well, far be it from tseng to discourage something that he enjoyed watching so much. ]
How did that feel?
[ there's probably no point in pretending now that he's focused on anything other than her, since he's put the book down and also since she made him come super fucking hard a minute ago. ]
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When she pulls back to reply a small string of saliva delicately tethers Tseng's fingertips to her lips. A tie that breaks the moment she speaks.]
Good... it was really good.
[Perhaps her "review" should use more grandiose words for how she felt, but he's lucky to get such a direct and straightforward answer at all. What's really happening is that being able to fill her mouth and then use it so thoroughly has her just satisfied and contented enough to speak honestly about the experience.]
I liked it, and I think I'd do it again.
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I would, too.
[ it feels good to be able to help rin with something that clearly bothers her, but selfishly tseng also very much enjoyed the sensation of it too—the warm, wet heat of rin's mouth for a while, followed by the gradual buildup to an exquisitely pleasurable blowjob. he'd have to be insane not to want to do that again. ]