[ When he'd been pleading with her like he still didn't believe this was something he was allowed to do, Rinne had said always. It hadn't quite clicked in her mind just what that always would really mean but having it laid out like that, while Rinne's hands and mouth are all over, while he's still inside her and she's still so hot and full - it makes her feel a little dizzy.
Ai of B-Komachi is a decoration, polished to such a mirror shine that the idea of tarnishing her should be abhorrent. So she can't be touched, only admired from a distance. But Rinne's always wanted to touch her. All this time, she's been something he wants to love with his hands, with his entire body - like she's a real person he can hold and understand instead of an idol he can only see and dream about.
Like she's a real person full stop.
Her lips part like she means to speak but then Rinne's fingers dig into her thighs and before any words can come out of her mouth, Rinne presses inside of her so hard and fast that what comes out instead are a sharp gasp, a stuttering whimper and Rinne's name. Her hands scrabble to find purchase against him even though she trusts Rinne to hold her up - he really is so much stronger than she'd realized - and the words that come out when she's finally able to speak are unfiltered, gasping and needy. ]
I always— I always wanted it like this— I always wanted you to hold me so tight, so please—
[ Some distant part of her mind manages to register that if they're not careful, they're going to end up missing dinner but Ai can't bring herself to care. Right now, she's much more starved of something more vital — touch. Rinne's touch. ]
no subject
Ai of B-Komachi is a decoration, polished to such a mirror shine that the idea of tarnishing her should be abhorrent. So she can't be touched, only admired from a distance. But Rinne's always wanted to touch her. All this time, she's been something he wants to love with his hands, with his entire body - like she's a real person he can hold and understand instead of an idol he can only see and dream about.
Like she's a real person full stop.
Her lips part like she means to speak but then Rinne's fingers dig into her thighs and before any words can come out of her mouth, Rinne presses inside of her so hard and fast that what comes out instead are a sharp gasp, a stuttering whimper and Rinne's name. Her hands scrabble to find purchase against him even though she trusts Rinne to hold her up - he really is so much stronger than she'd realized - and the words that come out when she's finally able to speak are unfiltered, gasping and needy. ]
I always— I always wanted it like this— I always wanted you to hold me so tight, so please—
[ Some distant part of her mind manages to register that if they're not careful, they're going to end up missing dinner but Ai can't bring herself to care. Right now, she's much more starved of something more vital — touch. Rinne's touch. ]