[ He's all tense. She'd felt it a little back in the bath but she'd thought that being back here would ease it a little bit. If anything, it's worse - and maybe that makes sense. He's nervous, obviously. But it makes her a little sad to see him so totally unable to relax. ]
It's okay. [ She follows him down, her voice gentle and her touch equally so when her hand settles on his chest. Her heart's in her throat but it's not bad in the least. ] If it's too much or too fast, just tell me.
[ She wants this to feel good, after all. Even if she would be even more of a liar than usual to say that Rinne's sweetly overwhelmed expression wasn't something she wanted to see more of. She leans in to kiss him as her hand eases down his body, over his chest, tracing the lines of muscle on his stomach - Rinne must work hard to be this strong, huh...
She nips at his mouth again just as her hand slides under his yukata and- ]
... Ah. [ What can only be called a smug smile tugs up the corners of her mouth. Even more than before, she suddenly looks like a cat that's just getting ready to pounce. She slips her hand the rest of the way in and carefully curls her fingers around him. ] So it's like this already, huh?
[ Not that she's complaining in the least. ...Guys who talk the kind of talk Rinne does aren't supposed to be able to actually back it up like this, though?! ]
[ At least Ai likes what she sees. She seems to, anyway. Rinne, too. Although Ai's gaze locks with his blue eyes the moment they kiss, it can only hold his attention for so long when her hand touches where it does. His eyes wander from her cherry blossom lips to the manicured hand down his chest, then to her own chest, where he can see a peek of her cleavage behind her loose blue yukata. What is he supposed to do with his hands? He had been so certain before, but she has the upper hand now. She fills his senses with the sound of her voice and the scent of her shampoo and the smooth sliding of her milky skin—
He's not dreaming, is he? This should be the part where he wakes up and snaps back to reality. But there is no rude awakening, no sharp pain or loud sound that pulls him out of the moment. It's just Ai and the dip of her touch between his thighs. He gasps— ]
Fuck, [ he whispers behind his knuckles. Her hand is softer than he's used to. ] Shut up. I can't help it. You're so fucking hot.
[ Is that okay to say? He's said it about them, but never about her. ]
[ She never hears that kind of thing, does she? As an idol, she's pretty and cute and sweet and a whole bunch of other inoffensive adjectives. Hot isn't something she's allowed to be, especially not for B-Komachi. When Rinne says it so breathlessly and it's making him feel like this, though... she really likes it.
She kisses him again — his cheek this time and then the corner of his eye as she strokes him, slow and easy. Slow is better when it's someone's first time, right? Even if she's itching to make him feel all warm and melting just the way she had before.
Her lips find their way to his ear and she kisses him there, too. And just for a little extra payback, she blows a puff of air right into it as well. Not that her low, breathy voice is any better. ]
You're still too tense. [ Another kiss, her breath hot against his ear. ] It's okay. Just tell me what you want.
[ Rinne's ears burn with an intensely pleasant shame. He trembles again, and so does his breath on every stroke. Every twist of the sheets in his fist is a futile attempt at keeping himself in check. Ai knows what she's doing, but does she know what she's asking for? Only those with true strength know when to use it, and Rinne doesn't want to embarrass himself with his ignorance. It's bad enough that she's talked him into this. If he makes a mistake and she never wants to do this again, how is he supposed to live with that?
If she wants to know what he wants, then maybe he can start by letting go of the sheets. He reaches for her sash to tug it loose. The cloth unwinds and the layers unfurl, then as he slides his hand around her waist: ]
I want to touch you, too.
[ Slowly, shyly, his touch begins to follow her curves. When his thumb finds her breast, he fills the rest of his palm with the supple weight of it, and he muffles the voice she lets out with another kiss. ]
[ She'd been completely undressed in the bath — they both had been — and Rinne's technically already seen and touched her bare skin. Even so... something about having him pull the sash of her yukata loose, undress her enough to slide his hand under her clothes and stroke along her skin is so intimate it brings a sweet, warm flush to her face. The noise of approval she makes is a rough edged little sigh against his lips and her fingers close around him that bit tighter, her thumb dragging slow, teasing circles over the tip.
She's been touched like this before, but it's completely different coming from Rinne, nothing at all like being grabbed at half-heartedly for someone else's satisfaction. His hands are so strong and warm that just having them on her sends a pleasant shudder up her back. ]
Your hand feels really good. [ She murmurs that into his mouth, her voice warm and encouraging. ] So touch me anyplace you want to.
[ That moment in the bath felt like a dream, though. It's hard to believe he ever left it. The movement of her hand is nothing like he's ever let himself feel, when Ai sighs like she actually wants this too, Rinne clenches his jaw, stretches his neck and swallows hard. A more guttural moan leaves his throat. This is what he warned Ai about. This is what he wanted to wait for. Not because he doesn't want it, but because if he gets a taste of it now, he's certain he'll never be able to stop. And Rinne Amagi of the city was never one for stopping, was he?
So against his better judgement, his hand wanders. It glides down her hips, past her smooth belly, and dips into the space between her thighs. ]
You're not gonna tell me how?
[ A finger traces her folds, rubbing curiously at the hard pebble of her clit when he finds it. ]
[ The noise that rises out of her at his touch is breathy and honest, completely free of all of her usual practiced polish. It's the sort of sweet, eager noise she could only ever make for Rinne and though their bodies are already so close as it is, her hips instinctively twitch into his fingers, wanting more friction. It's a light enough touch to almost feel like a tease but it's making her feel all melty, the heat and desire he'd worked her up to in the bath melting and diffusing into her veins like honey. ]
Do I really need to? [ Her tone is sweetly plaintive but when she glances up at him, her gaze is a challenge. ] I already liked it before. I want to know how it feels when you touch me however you want.
[ A moment later, she tilts her head to nuzzle into the curve of Rinne's shoulder, nipping gently at the smooth line of his throat as the lazy, steady pace of her hand picks up just slightly. ]
You already like it when I do the same for you. Right?
Yes, he does. Rinne sighs and shakes and swears under his breath because he likes it when he lets Ai do whatever she wants. He doesn't tell her what to do. It feels better that way. It feels honest. It feels real. Ai nips at his neck and he can count on her to mean it. This isn't just a moment of weakness. It's a culmination of every glance and laugh and hope they've shared and haven't shared, all coming together to strip away what has been keeping them apart. And when Ai looks up at him from a distance he thought he could only witness in his dreams, it doesn't take long for Rinne to fall in.
He pins her shoulder to the futon and works his way down, making no effort to hide the wet sound of his hungry lips taking her breast in. He hums into her skin. His tongue swirls around the tender peak in warm loose circuits as he slides his digits between her wet folds, never quite letting her take him to the knuckle. Not yet. She's not ready yet. But if she can give her undivided attention to every part of him, then he should be able to do the same. It's only fair—
No. This was never about fairness.
When he sucks on her tit, he tugs with his sharp teeth. Then, the moment passes by so quickly she could almost miss it, but he meets her starry gaze with his blue eyes and flashes her a devilish smile.]
So fucking cute.
[For a minute, Rinne lets himself forget. He can't remember where they are. He can't remember if they were supposed to do something else after this. He doesn't even care if Ai is still touching him. All that matters now are how tight she is around his fingers and how much of her he can savor in his mouth.]
[ When Ai's voice comes rushing out this time, it's a moan - not quite a whine but close, a shameless noise she lets rise in a trembling little wave. The low, thrumming warmth between her thighs intensifies, heat and the most lovely sort of ache blooming between the smooth, firm slide of Rinne's fingers. It sends more trembles up the length of her spine and she doesn't even try not to rock her hips into his fingers or to press herself more firmly into the heat of his mouth. That this is Rinne touching her like this, making her feel this good... she almost can't catch her breath.
When his teeth scrape her skin, Ai's back arches and she curls around him. Another moan pours out of her but this time it takes the shape of words. ]
Rinne-kun... [ Voiced like that, his name takes on the tone of a plea. Or maybe another challenge. ] You're really not fair. I didn't tease you like that, did I?
[ That's what she says, but... as if to remind him, the fingers that had been stroking slow, firm circles suddenly sink lower to the base of his dick, tighten just enough to squeeze then stroke back up along the thick length of him. She does it again, each firm drag of her hand a drawn-out tease. See? She can be mean too. ]
Aah, but I almost forgot... Rinne-kun's pretty weak to teasing.
[Rinne lets go of her breast and hisses through his teeth. The growl low in his chest thins into a whine that breaks in his throat. Another slow stroke, and he rests his head on her pillow. He can't help it. This is new.]
Shut up. Serves you right. You're always teasing me...
[He swallows, but the rest of his saliva trickles down his chin if not onto Ai's skin, and he's not sure how he's supposed to come back from this. They've practically burnt this shameless scene into each other's minds: their bodies on top of one another, skin slick with sweat and spit. Ai's seen all of Rinne now. She'll be living with that forever. Rinne, too—after hearing her confession and listening to her moan, he doesn't think he can ever look at her the same way again. He has to make her his.
When Ai slides the ring of her fingers down his cock, Rinne pumps his fingers in deeper, drawing tighter circles and matching her careful pace. This way, they can at least close their eyes and pretend—if that's what Ai wants. Because now that Rinne's been caught off guard, he's also sobering up. And when Rinne sobers up, he starts thinking again.]
Besides, what if— [He bites his lip. He knows he shouldn't make her think about anything, but he has enough sense to be a little responsible.] You'd hate it if I came inside, wouldn't you? So...
[So if he can make her come with his fingers, that should be just as good. Right? She can be satisfied with that, right?
[ Rinne's so cute. He'd been wearing such a dangerous smile a second ago but now he's all sweet and meek again. She loves both sides of him just as much but seeing him like this, all flushed and panting for breath, his mouth wet, his expression caught between hunger and bashfulness... that's hers and hers alone. Everybody else can keep the Amagi Rinne they see on stage for themselves, so long as she's got this. A part of her wants to tease him just a little more, to see just how loud and shameless she can make him... but she'd promised to take care of him. So that's what she'll do. ]
You decided that all by yourself, huh? [ She tips her head down so once again, they're practically nose to nose. Like this, the warmly huffed moans that slip out of her mouth with each pump of Rinne's fingers puff against his mouth, breathy and honest. Like this, he doesn't have any choice but to look her right in the eyes and see what she wants. ] But you missed the mark a little. ... I wouldn't hate it.
[ It's irresponsible. This whole thing is irresponsible but going that far is just begging for trouble. It's too fast. She should be satisfied with just this much. But Hoshino Ai's a greedy girl. And when she's with Rinne, though, it's very hard for her not to go along with all her most irresponsible ideas. ]
In fact... you want it juuuust as bad as me, right? I can tell. [ Another gentle, teasing squeeze of her fingers. ] You're this hard, Rinne-kun.
[Oh, no. It's coming to Rinne's attention that Ai is probably the sort of girl his father warned him about. He can't complicate matters of succession more than he they already are. His father the village chief, the village elders, his brother — everyone would be so disappointed if he did. But Ai is so, so hot, and this feels so, so good. It'd be one thing if someone wanted him for his heir, but Ai's desire for him is so raw that his eyelashes flutter as he tries to look away.]
Mm. I want it.
[Rinne makes her take his fingers to the knuckle, and his face has never felt hotter. He's embarrassed. Even if he was born to make decisions, it's stupid of him to decide things on his own. If Ai wants this as much as he does, then who is he to deny her?
After getting a taste of what love can offer, he doesn't think he can follow that damned village's rules any longer.]
[ Ai's hips roll in time with his touch and in turn, something in her expression comes unwound. She'd been flushed all the way up and down her neck as it was but now it feels like her breaths are coming out in huffs of pink too, like she's so full of wanting him it's dyeing her whole body. Another of those soft, wanting moans slips free as his fingers sink deep and she has the not entirely conscious though of just how much deeper his dick would reach, how much thicker it'd be - and just imagining it makes her thighs tremble and close tight around his hand. ]
Me too. I really want it.
[ She can never get on Rinne's case for skipping steps ever again. Just how quick have they gone from the first kiss to 'I love you's to this?
Really, though, they're just playing catchup. It's only going so fast because they've both been waiting for so long, because Ai's been too scared to let herself want him properly. Now though... it seems silly to imagine she'd ever worried at all.
Her eyes soften. There's no covering up the sharp desire in her eyes but there's a warm affection there, too. ]
[Rinne doesn't know how to deal with this. Ai grinds herself on his hand and he groans as he feels every roll, squeeze and pulse of her walls around his fingers. It's terrible because he should be thinking about this, but how much tighter would she be if he could slide himself in? He's thought about it well before this trip. He's thought about it ever since he said he'd marry her. He doesn't want to admit that, though. How disgusting would it be if he said that now?
But then Ai says—]
Me?
[Her eyes are so honest that Rinne can't bear to meet them. It's bad enough that he can't hide his flushed skin and trembling breath. But another shameful thought creeps into his mind, and he can't help but ask—]
[ They're pressed together, entwined this warmly and Rinne's hands are making her feel like this - and he still thinks there's any chance that Ai could want anything and anyone else. Again, that thought surfaces in her head, guilty and grateful all at once: Rinne really is just like her. It's the worst kind of way to be and she'd never wish it on anyone... but because they're the same, they can accept each other.
She finally stops stroking him, taking her hands off him just long enough to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him in the rest of the way to a warm, tight hug. She presses in close so she can make sure Rinne feels her warm and trembling and understands that she's like this only because it's him. ]
Not anybody else. You're the only one I want.
[ ... Then with the tone of a confession, an embarrassing secret: ]
[It's all too much. Ai's arms wrap around Rinne and press her bare body against hers, heartbeat and all, and he freezes and melts all at once. Doesn't she know what she does to him? Maybe she can tell. He hasn't let go of her, still. He can still feel the warm pulse around his digits and naked chest against his yukata, so when she lets go of his cock, it presses against her stomach, beading at the tip, rock-hard and ready for her. She should know what comes after this.
He shoves her down.]
Me too.
[Rinne's on all fours now, between her legs and hungry for warmth. His breath comes in hot puffs like smoke in the cool, mountain air. Under pressure, he cracks.]
[ Ah. She's never seen Rinne like this before. She's never let herself really think about what it'd be like to be under him, her body in the circle of his arms with nowhere else to go. But she doesn't feel trapped at all. No, if anything, this feels like exactly where she's supposed to have been all along.
For a second, Ai lets herself wonder what she looks like in Rinne's eyes right now. She knows she must be beyond disheveled by now, hair coming lose from her bun, yukata splayed open and halfway off her shoulders, skin flushed and damp with sweat and saliva in all the places his mouth has touched. She must look disgraceful. Utterly unbecoming of an idol. Unacceptably, unforgivably filthy for Ai of B-Komachi.
But Rinne's looking at her like she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Like he wants to devour her whole. He looks at her like that and says always.
Ai's hand drifts up and she gently strokes his bangs back from his forehead. Her touch is tender and her smile is so, so fond. Her fingers trail down the side of his face until she fills her palm with his cheek and cradles his face. ]
Rinne-kun. [ It tastes like honey in her mouth to say it again. ] I really do love you. ... So please love me too.
[ Rinne hates being touched. Every strange hand that's ever reached out to him has only wanted to hurt him. And of course they did. He was a monster. He was smarter than everyone, stronger than everyone, and he would always bring home strange ideas from the outside world and do things that made no sense. Everyone in the village was content. His hunger, then, was this fearsome, filthy thing. He must look so disgusting right now, robes open and mouth watering as he hovers over the woman he's looking at like prey. How could he let this happen? He didn't want Ai to know he was weak. In front of Ai, he'd only ever wanted to be someone who could protect her.
But Ai is so beautiful, she touches him anyway. ]
Ai.
[ He places a hand over hers and nuzzles her palm. It feels like home. ]
With me, you never have to ask.
[ Balling his hands into tight fists, he sinks into her slowly, each breath a hot puff of air as his body stretches her out and nestles against her hips. ]
[ At once, Ai's voice comes out in a hard, long exhale edged with a moan. She wasn't sure how she'd been expecting it to feel - it's not just that Rinne is especially big (though that's definitely the case...) but she's that much smaller in comparison, too. She hadn't expected it to hurt, knew that it couldn't when Rinne had so lovingly ensured she was wet and ready but she expects maybe a moment of discomfort or adjustment before anything feels right.
And yet - there's no discomfort at all. When Rinne pushes in, slow and steady, even as she feels every inch of what a stretch it is - it's lovely. She feels impossibly full already and yet that needy ache is still there, greedy for more, greedy for him to press into her even more deeply. ]
Mm— Aah, Rinne-kun...
[ When his name spills out of her this time, something about it is a little helpless. Like she can't contain herself when they're this close at last. Her voice unwinds into another moan. and her whole body follows suit, unwinding tension leaving her boneless and pliant beneath him.
What kind of face must she be making right now? She knows it must me something melting and shameless but right now she can't even pretend to care. ]
[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.]
[ 'If it hurts', he says. As if any of this could hurt. Rinne's weight pressing her into the futon, the slide of his bare skin against hers, the friction of every thrust, the sound of his moans - it's all so good she can hardly stand it. Her whole life, everything she's been permitted to have has been carefully rationed and portioned to keep her just on the verge of starving. Now, she's finally allowed to have her fill of something she really wants and she's not just greedy for it - she's ravenous.
Her fingers tighten around Rinne's, squeezing to keep their fingers entwined and her hips rock in time with him, eager for more - eager for every bit her body can take. ]
It doesn't hurt— [ Reassurance, encouragement and need all in the same breath. Each word shudders on the verge of breaking into a moan and she has to fight to keep her voice steady enough to speak at all. ] It doesn't hurt at all, so— more, please?
[ He always touches her like she's so delicate, something that could break under his hands but right now she doesn't want to be delicate and pure. She doesn't want to be anything except Rinne's—
Rinne's what? Maybe there doesn't need to be an answer right now. Maybe being Rinne's full stop is the thing she wants so badly.
Her free hand cards through his hair, stroking it back so she can see his face properly then curls around to the back of his neck. She tugs him gently, just enough to bring him down so that when Ai raises herself to meet him, it can be with a heated, greedy kiss. ]
[ When Ai touches Rinne's face and pulls him in, there's no reason for him to resist. All he's ever wanted to do is give, so he indulges her, indulges in her, lapping his tongue over hers as he pours another moan into her lips. She wants it. This is so much easier to do when Rinne knows she wants it. He squeezes her hand and the curve of her waist and suddenly there is more force behind the slow roll of his hips — something heavier than gravity pulling him down and thrusting him in. He doesn't fight it. Ai can take it. But in between the hot breaths, deep kisses, and sweet friction, he still wants to make sure she hears this: ]
—love you. Love you so fucking much—
[ He drives himself faster into her heat, the sounds of their bodies wet and obscene. Their lips sharply part on a thrust in. Silver threads of spit stretch and break as sweat rolls down his spine in rivulets. He fucks her hard into the sheets, and when he does, he hopes she knows that this will be a routine pleasure she'll never have to work for again. ]
[ 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? ]
[ Hands? Rinne already fears his grip on Ai's hands and hips, and it's not that Ai is delicate, but his hands are worse than the rest of him, so if he's going to use them, he'd rather do it when he won't have to worry about how she's supposed to explain her own bruises. So, new plan: against Ai's wishes, Rinne pauses, but only to lift her into his arms and onto his lap. Gravity helps them bottom out and settle in, and he kisses her to ease the burning stretch of her. I love you, please touch me — Ai can keep telling him all of that in that sweet voice of hers. Rinne will be busy giving her what she asked for.
The hand on Ai's hips pushes them down and squeezes the swell of her ass. The hand that held her own slides up her waist and kneads her rosy breast. Then, as Rinne tweaks her nipple and makes her grind against him, he remembers what had happened in the bath and gently nibbles her ear. He murmurs into her ear, the words sultry and low. ]
[ The break in the steady rhythm of Rinne's thrusts gives Ai a second to catch her breath, to try and pull air into her lungs that doesn't immediately rush back out in a moan. But it doesn't even last for a second before it all comes exploding back out of her even so, a choked noise that's half mewl, half drawn out whine that takes the shape of his name. The change in position means Rinne drives deeper, scraping a spot that has her shuddering helplessly and her arms loop around his shoulders, hands tangling in his hair again, trying to find purchase. ]
Aaah, Rinne-kun... [ Once again, her voice breaks on a moan of his name. His hands, his teeth, the way he presses her down, grinding her into him so sweetly — she can barely stand it. Her back bows under his touch in a tight, trembling curve and once again she has the thought of just what the hell happened to the guy who was so meekly telling her this would be his first time? ] I can't reach you properly like this, not when you're this deep...
[ But she returns the favour as best she can. Her mouth finds his ear again and once more, her teeth follow suit, nipping at his earlobe. But this time her tongue does as well, sweeping over all the places her teeth graze and seeking out anywhere she thinks might be sensitive. ]
Tell me— [ She blows into his ear, a ticklish puff of hot hair. ] Tell me how you like it, Rinne-kun.
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It's okay. [ She follows him down, her voice gentle and her touch equally so when her hand settles on his chest. Her heart's in her throat but it's not bad in the least. ] If it's too much or too fast, just tell me.
[ She wants this to feel good, after all. Even if she would be even more of a liar than usual to say that Rinne's sweetly overwhelmed expression wasn't something she wanted to see more of. She leans in to kiss him as her hand eases down his body, over his chest, tracing the lines of muscle on his stomach - Rinne must work hard to be this strong, huh...
She nips at his mouth again just as her hand slides under his yukata and- ]
... Ah. [ What can only be called a smug smile tugs up the corners of her mouth. Even more than before, she suddenly looks like a cat that's just getting ready to pounce. She slips her hand the rest of the way in and carefully curls her fingers around him. ] So it's like this already, huh?
[ Not that she's complaining in the least. ...Guys who talk the kind of talk Rinne does aren't supposed to be able to actually back it up like this, though?! ]
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He's not dreaming, is he? This should be the part where he wakes up and snaps back to reality. But there is no rude awakening, no sharp pain or loud sound that pulls him out of the moment. It's just Ai and the dip of her touch between his thighs. He gasps— ]
Fuck, [ he whispers behind his knuckles. Her hand is softer than he's used to. ] Shut up. I can't help it. You're so fucking hot.
[ Is that okay to say? He's said it about them, but never about her. ]
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[ She never hears that kind of thing, does she? As an idol, she's pretty and cute and sweet and a whole bunch of other inoffensive adjectives. Hot isn't something she's allowed to be, especially not for B-Komachi. When Rinne says it so breathlessly and it's making him feel like this, though... she really likes it.
She kisses him again — his cheek this time and then the corner of his eye as she strokes him, slow and easy. Slow is better when it's someone's first time, right? Even if she's itching to make him feel all warm and melting just the way she had before.
Her lips find their way to his ear and she kisses him there, too. And just for a little extra payback, she blows a puff of air right into it as well. Not that her low, breathy voice is any better. ]
You're still too tense. [ Another kiss, her breath hot against his ear. ] It's okay. Just tell me what you want.
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If she wants to know what he wants, then maybe he can start by letting go of the sheets. He reaches for her sash to tug it loose. The cloth unwinds and the layers unfurl, then as he slides his hand around her waist: ]
I want to touch you, too.
[ Slowly, shyly, his touch begins to follow her curves. When his thumb finds her breast, he fills the rest of his palm with the supple weight of it, and he muffles the voice she lets out with another kiss. ]
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She's been touched like this before, but it's completely different coming from Rinne, nothing at all like being grabbed at half-heartedly for someone else's satisfaction. His hands are so strong and warm that just having them on her sends a pleasant shudder up her back. ]
Your hand feels really good. [ She murmurs that into his mouth, her voice warm and encouraging. ] So touch me anyplace you want to.
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So against his better judgement, his hand wanders. It glides down her hips, past her smooth belly, and dips into the space between her thighs. ]
You're not gonna tell me how?
[ A finger traces her folds, rubbing curiously at the hard pebble of her clit when he finds it. ]
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[ The noise that rises out of her at his touch is breathy and honest, completely free of all of her usual practiced polish. It's the sort of sweet, eager noise she could only ever make for Rinne and though their bodies are already so close as it is, her hips instinctively twitch into his fingers, wanting more friction. It's a light enough touch to almost feel like a tease but it's making her feel all melty, the heat and desire he'd worked her up to in the bath melting and diffusing into her veins like honey. ]
Do I really need to? [ Her tone is sweetly plaintive but when she glances up at him, her gaze is a challenge. ] I already liked it before. I want to know how it feels when you touch me however you want.
[ A moment later, she tilts her head to nuzzle into the curve of Rinne's shoulder, nipping gently at the smooth line of his throat as the lazy, steady pace of her hand picks up just slightly. ]
You already like it when I do the same for you. Right?
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Yes, he does. Rinne sighs and shakes and swears under his breath because he likes it when he lets Ai do whatever she wants. He doesn't tell her what to do. It feels better that way. It feels honest. It feels real. Ai nips at his neck and he can count on her to mean it. This isn't just a moment of weakness. It's a culmination of every glance and laugh and hope they've shared and haven't shared, all coming together to strip away what has been keeping them apart. And when Ai looks up at him from a distance he thought he could only witness in his dreams, it doesn't take long for Rinne to fall in.
He pins her shoulder to the futon and works his way down, making no effort to hide the wet sound of his hungry lips taking her breast in. He hums into her skin. His tongue swirls around the tender peak in warm loose circuits as he slides his digits between her wet folds, never quite letting her take him to the knuckle. Not yet. She's not ready yet. But if she can give her undivided attention to every part of him, then he should be able to do the same. It's only fair—
No. This was never about fairness.
When he sucks on her tit, he tugs with his sharp teeth. Then, the moment passes by so quickly she could almost miss it, but he meets her starry gaze with his blue eyes and flashes her a devilish smile.]
So fucking cute.
[For a minute, Rinne lets himself forget. He can't remember where they are. He can't remember if they were supposed to do something else after this. He doesn't even care if Ai is still touching him. All that matters now are how tight she is around his fingers and how much of her he can savor in his mouth.]
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When his teeth scrape her skin, Ai's back arches and she curls around him. Another moan pours out of her but this time it takes the shape of words. ]
Rinne-kun... [ Voiced like that, his name takes on the tone of a plea. Or maybe another challenge. ] You're really not fair. I didn't tease you like that, did I?
[ That's what she says, but... as if to remind him, the fingers that had been stroking slow, firm circles suddenly sink lower to the base of his dick, tighten just enough to squeeze then stroke back up along the thick length of him. She does it again, each firm drag of her hand a drawn-out tease. See? She can be mean too. ]
Aah, but I almost forgot... Rinne-kun's pretty weak to teasing.
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Shut up. Serves you right. You're always teasing me...
[He swallows, but the rest of his saliva trickles down his chin if not onto Ai's skin, and he's not sure how he's supposed to come back from this. They've practically burnt this shameless scene into each other's minds: their bodies on top of one another, skin slick with sweat and spit. Ai's seen all of Rinne now. She'll be living with that forever. Rinne, too—after hearing her confession and listening to her moan, he doesn't think he can ever look at her the same way again. He has to make her his.
When Ai slides the ring of her fingers down his cock, Rinne pumps his fingers in deeper, drawing tighter circles and matching her careful pace. This way, they can at least close their eyes and pretend—if that's what Ai wants. Because now that Rinne's been caught off guard, he's also sobering up. And when Rinne sobers up, he starts thinking again.]
Besides, what if— [He bites his lip. He knows he shouldn't make her think about anything, but he has enough sense to be a little responsible.] You'd hate it if I came inside, wouldn't you? So...
[So if he can make her come with his fingers, that should be just as good. Right? She can be satisfied with that, right?
Right?]
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You decided that all by yourself, huh? [ She tips her head down so once again, they're practically nose to nose. Like this, the warmly huffed moans that slip out of her mouth with each pump of Rinne's fingers puff against his mouth, breathy and honest. Like this, he doesn't have any choice but to look her right in the eyes and see what she wants. ] But you missed the mark a little. ... I wouldn't hate it.
[ It's irresponsible. This whole thing is irresponsible but going that far is just begging for trouble. It's too fast. She should be satisfied with just this much. But Hoshino Ai's a greedy girl. And when she's with Rinne, though, it's very hard for her not to go along with all her most irresponsible ideas. ]
In fact... you want it juuuust as bad as me, right? I can tell. [ Another gentle, teasing squeeze of her fingers. ] You're this hard, Rinne-kun.
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Mm. I want it.
[Rinne makes her take his fingers to the knuckle, and his face has never felt hotter. He's embarrassed. Even if he was born to make decisions, it's stupid of him to decide things on his own. If Ai wants this as much as he does, then who is he to deny her?
After getting a taste of what love can offer, he doesn't think he can follow that damned village's rules any longer.]
I wanna do it with you.
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Me too. I really want it.
[ She can never get on Rinne's case for skipping steps ever again. Just how quick have they gone from the first kiss to 'I love you's to this?
Really, though, they're just playing catchup. It's only going so fast because they've both been waiting for so long, because Ai's been too scared to let herself want him properly. Now though... it seems silly to imagine she'd ever worried at all.
Her eyes soften. There's no covering up the sharp desire in her eyes but there's a warm affection there, too. ]
Or... that's not right. I really want you.
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But then Ai says—]
Me?
[Her eyes are so honest that Rinne can't bear to meet them. It's bad enough that he can't hide his flushed skin and trembling breath. But another shameful thought creeps into his mind, and he can't help but ask—]
Not anyone else?
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She finally stops stroking him, taking her hands off him just long enough to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him in the rest of the way to a warm, tight hug. She presses in close so she can make sure Rinne feels her warm and trembling and understands that she's like this only because it's him. ]
Not anybody else. You're the only one I want.
[ ... Then with the tone of a confession, an embarrassing secret: ]
And... I have for a while now.
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He shoves her down.]
Me too.
[Rinne's on all fours now, between her legs and hungry for warmth. His breath comes in hot puffs like smoke in the cool, mountain air. Under pressure, he cracks.]
I've always—
[He bites his lip. No. Fuck. Don't be stupid.]
Ai... [Can he? Please?]
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For a second, Ai lets herself wonder what she looks like in Rinne's eyes right now. She knows she must be beyond disheveled by now, hair coming lose from her bun, yukata splayed open and halfway off her shoulders, skin flushed and damp with sweat and saliva in all the places his mouth has touched. She must look disgraceful. Utterly unbecoming of an idol. Unacceptably, unforgivably filthy for Ai of B-Komachi.
But Rinne's looking at her like she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Like he wants to devour her whole. He looks at her like that and says always.
Ai's hand drifts up and she gently strokes his bangs back from his forehead. Her touch is tender and her smile is so, so fond. Her fingers trail down the side of his face until she fills her palm with his cheek and cradles his face. ]
Rinne-kun. [ It tastes like honey in her mouth to say it again. ] I really do love you. ... So please love me too.
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But Ai is so beautiful, she touches him anyway. ]
Ai.
[ He places a hand over hers and nuzzles her palm. It feels like home. ]
With me, you never have to ask.
[ Balling his hands into tight fists, he sinks into her slowly, each breath a hot puff of air as his body stretches her out and nestles against her hips. ]
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And yet - there's no discomfort at all. When Rinne pushes in, slow and steady, even as she feels every inch of what a stretch it is - it's lovely. She feels impossibly full already and yet that needy ache is still there, greedy for more, greedy for him to press into her even more deeply. ]
Mm— Aah, Rinne-kun...
[ When his name spills out of her this time, something about it is a little helpless. Like she can't contain herself when they're this close at last. Her voice unwinds into another moan. and her whole body follows suit, unwinding tension leaving her boneless and pliant beneath him.
What kind of face must she be making right now? She knows it must me something melting and shameless but right now she can't even pretend to care. ]
Ah, it's already really... don't stop, okay?
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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.]
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Her fingers tighten around Rinne's, squeezing to keep their fingers entwined and her hips rock in time with him, eager for more - eager for every bit her body can take. ]
It doesn't hurt— [ Reassurance, encouragement and need all in the same breath. Each word shudders on the verge of breaking into a moan and she has to fight to keep her voice steady enough to speak at all. ] It doesn't hurt at all, so— more, please?
[ He always touches her like she's so delicate, something that could break under his hands but right now she doesn't want to be delicate and pure. She doesn't want to be anything except Rinne's—
Rinne's what? Maybe there doesn't need to be an answer right now. Maybe being Rinne's full stop is the thing she wants so badly.
Her free hand cards through his hair, stroking it back so she can see his face properly then curls around to the back of his neck. She tugs him gently, just enough to bring him down so that when Ai raises herself to meet him, it can be with a heated, greedy kiss. ]
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—love you. Love you so fucking much—
[ He drives himself faster into her heat, the sounds of their bodies wet and obscene. Their lips sharply part on a thrust in. Silver threads of spit stretch and break as sweat rolls down his spine in rivulets. He fucks her hard into the sheets, and when he does, he hopes she knows that this will be a routine pleasure she'll never have to work for again. ]
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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? ]
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The hand on Ai's hips pushes them down and squeezes the swell of her ass. The hand that held her own slides up her waist and kneads her rosy breast. Then, as Rinne tweaks her nipple and makes her grind against him, he remembers what had happened in the bath and gently nibbles her ear. He murmurs into her ear, the words sultry and low. ]
Your turn.
[ Didn't she want to touch him properly? ]
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Aaah, Rinne-kun... [ Once again, her voice breaks on a moan of his name. His hands, his teeth, the way he presses her down, grinding her into him so sweetly — she can barely stand it. Her back bows under his touch in a tight, trembling curve and once again she has the thought of just what the hell happened to the guy who was so meekly telling her this would be his first time? ] I can't reach you properly like this, not when you're this deep...
[ But she returns the favour as best she can. Her mouth finds his ear again and once more, her teeth follow suit, nipping at his earlobe. But this time her tongue does as well, sweeping over all the places her teeth graze and seeking out anywhere she thinks might be sensitive. ]
Tell me— [ She blows into his ear, a ticklish puff of hot hair. ] Tell me how you like it, Rinne-kun.
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