[ People tell Ai that they love her all the time. She hears it so often she's gone numb to it, says it so often that it doesn't mean anything to her at all. But hearing Rinne say it, hearing him say it like that, his voice low and raw and ragged with moans - she loves it. She can't get enough of it.
Her thighs tighten around his hips, pulling him as close as she can manage and with every thrust, the sweet ache in the pit of her stomach becomes an insistent throb, heat pooling and threading down her legs. Her voice climbs higher in time with each rough snap of Rinne's hips, honest and sweet and shamelessly spilling into his mouth. ]
Me too— I love it, I love you—
[ Ah. This is love, isn't it? This greed that goes beyond desire, the needy desperation to have more of Rinne, Rinne, Rinne until her heart's as full of him as her body is.
Her fingers squeeze his hand tight. ]
Keep touching me, please, anywhere, your hands are so good...!
[ She's allowed to be this greedy, isn't she? So long as it's Rinne? ]
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Her thighs tighten around his hips, pulling him as close as she can manage and with every thrust, the sweet ache in the pit of her stomach becomes an insistent throb, heat pooling and threading down her legs. Her voice climbs higher in time with each rough snap of Rinne's hips, honest and sweet and shamelessly spilling into his mouth. ]
Me too— I love it, I love you—
[ Ah. This is love, isn't it? This greed that goes beyond desire, the needy desperation to have more of Rinne, Rinne, Rinne until her heart's as full of him as her body is.
Her fingers squeeze his hand tight. ]
Keep touching me, please, anywhere, your hands are so good...!
[ She's allowed to be this greedy, isn't she? So long as it's Rinne? ]