[It should have hurt. That's what happens whenever Rinne tries to love anything. It should have hurt, and she should have pushed him away. She is so small in his arms, he fears that he might have to act smaller too, like he's sorry for who he is and he's sorry he can't be who she needs.
None of that happens, though. It's nothing close to what he expects. Ai takes Rinne like this is where he's meant to be. Her voice pours out like honey, especially when she says his name, and he finds himself drawing closer to the sticky sweetness, wet and tight where he wants her. He stretches the fair column of his neck and lets his voice trickle out too, rough and hot as Ai's name spills from his very core. It's shameless. This is not how he was raised. But if pure and perfect Ai will melt for him, then he can't help but follow. The tension from earlier no longer holds sway. This is where he belongs. Nothing can hold him back now.]
I won't.
Tell me if it hurts.
[Rinne starts to move, and that's when he begins to unravel. Every time he works himself into Ai, it's like every part of him is slick with oil, rolling until she feels full and whole, then near-emptying her again. The only pressure he feels is the squeeze of her body as she takes the thick length of his cock.]
Ai.
[He says it at the end of a hungry moan, then again on a sharper exhale, as if trying to burn her very existence into his mind. When he reaches for her hand, he laces their fingers together. Sweat begins to bead his chest and and neck. Outside their window, the autumn rain continues to pour.]
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None of that happens, though. It's nothing close to what he expects. Ai takes Rinne like this is where he's meant to be. Her voice pours out like honey, especially when she says his name, and he finds himself drawing closer to the sticky sweetness, wet and tight where he wants her. He stretches the fair column of his neck and lets his voice trickle out too, rough and hot as Ai's name spills from his very core. It's shameless. This is not how he was raised. But if pure and perfect Ai will melt for him, then he can't help but follow. The tension from earlier no longer holds sway. This is where he belongs. Nothing can hold him back now.]
I won't.
Tell me if it hurts.
[Rinne starts to move, and that's when he begins to unravel. Every time he works himself into Ai, it's like every part of him is slick with oil, rolling until she feels full and whole, then near-emptying her again. The only pressure he feels is the squeeze of her body as she takes the thick length of his cock.]
Ai.
[He says it at the end of a hungry moan, then again on a sharper exhale, as if trying to burn her very existence into his mind. When he reaches for her hand, he laces their fingers together. Sweat begins to bead his chest and and neck. Outside their window, the autumn rain continues to pour.]