[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.
[Stop. As if Rinne knows the answer to that. All he's done is follow Ai's lead and do what she needs him for. Then Ai gives everything back tenfold, and Rinne shudders with delight. Her breath tickles his ear when she asks him what he wants, but his mind can only draw a blank. It's hard to know what to ask for when you're content with what you're given.
Ai spurs him on. Rinne feels her playful lips on his skin, and suddenly he grows envious of what she can do with her mouth while his is empty.]
Don't test me.
[Because he will break her if he's not careful. If not in body, then in some other way. Before that happens, Rinne pulls her close. He lifts her waist in his arms as he does, sliding her hips up the length of his cock. He guides her hips with a hand on the small of her back. He brings her breast to his lips and kisses her like this, her mouth no longer a distraction as he puts his own to use. His tongue laves up the underside before he flicks the tender peak, then he takes her into his mouth again. The next time he looks up at her, her nipples are wet with spit as a fire burns behind his eyes.]
I want you to go crazy.
[If he was ever meek, it's only because he felt he didn't deserve it.]
That's what he wants, huh? Truth be told, Ai already feels like she's gone a little crazy. And maybe she has been for a while, ever since they agreed to come here together in the first place. She'd have to be crazy to willingly put both of them at this kind of risk, to go this far when they're both idols and they both know full well exactly how this could end, should anyone else find out. But how could she not? When she's been this starved of touch and love this whole time and Rinne's been offering so freely for so long- when she's been so desperate to give it to him and only now is she finally allowed to.
His mouth feels so good. Every time his tongue laps across her skin, trembles shoot up her spine and she squirms in his arms. Each time she moves, it sends the most lovely friction rolling through her, so she grinds down as best she can each time, chasing the heady heat of his mouth and the deep drag of his cock- anything of him that she can have, she wants.
Ah. When she puts it like that... is it really that crazy? How could any girl be expected to control herself when she's with the man she loves this much? ]
The same goes for you, you know. You're still holding back. You have been this whooooole time.
[ Her voice takes on a playfully petulant edge, an equally performative little pout forming on her lips. Anchoring herself against him, she takes control of the pace - dragging her hips up along him tantalizingly slowly before sinking back down in shallow, rocking thrusts. She doesn't let him go anywhere close to all the way, not even close to what both of them want. ]
No fair. [ Each word comes out punctuated by sweet, huffed moans. ] I want it too. I want you to go crazy for me.
[ Crazy is an awful word. Crazy means mad. Crazy means Rinne's lost his mind. Crazy means there's something fundamentally wrong with what he wants and how he feels, and once he tells everyone about it, there's no coming back from that. No one wants crazy. They just want a little show. Then, when they've seen enough, they draw the curtains.
Ai tells Rinne to keep going. She teases him with the squeeze of her as she rocks her hips, begging for him to sink his claws into her. He trembles with every gasp of breath and every press of her bare flesh. Now, he's not a beast. But his mouth waters as he growls for more, so how is he supposed to convinced her otherwise? ]
... Kyaha! You want crazy?
[ God, she's so hot. There's no one who knows them for hours. They can do crazy.
Rinne pulls Ai off his hips before she sinks on a stroke in. He shoves her back onto the futon. When he crawls toward her, his arms snake around her naked waist. This time, he wants her on all fours. ]
Ai.
[ It's all Rinne ever whispers when he gives her breast a squeeze and drags his hot tongue up her smooth neck. He's never done that before either, but he feels a knot inside him loosen up as he comes clean with his desire, and suddenly the weight of his guilt doesn't feel so heavy anymore. ]
[ There. That's what she wanted to hear. That's what she wanted to see - Rinne looking at her like he wants to eat her. Seeing that look in his eyes, the heat blazing there, makes her think - maybe letting herself get eaten by him wouldn't be such a bad idea after all.
She lets her yukata peel off her skin at last, sending it pooling down onto the sheets under her. She's completely exposed now - no polish or glamour or pretty frills left, just Ai at her barest and filthiest. Her heart hammers in her throat at the thought, at the idea that never ever goes away that even now when they're both so shameless and greedy for each other, that this might be too much, it might be the one thing that finally turns his stomach, drives him away in disgust-
But then he says her name like that. His tongue on her skin sends goosebumps all up and down her skin and his rough hands on her body touch her so lovingly, in worship and fascination rather than disdain. He'd said it was okay, that he'd accept her, but actually feeling it, hearing it in the way he says her name... it's not just okay. It's not that it's forgivable for her to be like this, wanton and dirty and needy.
It's that Rinne likes it. He wants her like this.
She absolutely can't restrain herself anymore.
Ai lowers herself onto the futon and before he can protest, she brazenly lifts her hips - she doesn't let herself think of it as presenting herself, but that's undeniably what she does. She knows exactly how it's going to look. She peers up at him from the rumpled sheets of the futon with a gleam in her eyes and an utterly unforgivable smile on her face. ]
So this is how you like it. [ Warm and breathy, each word underscored a languid roll of her hips back against him. ] Then let's go a little crazy together.
[It's like some terrible, shameless fantasy. Ai lifts her hips to show Rinne her bare ass and her tight, glistening heat. It drips with open want, and again, Rinne imagines what she must taste like on his tongue and on his skin, especially as she swallows him whole. He wonders what she would be like if he entered her like this. He wonders if it'll be different. Her eyes twinkle with mischief, as if every thought was written across his face, and beckon him to come closer. Rinne can't help himself. She's under him again, slotted against his hips, and the way he fits her is better than the last. He plants a strong fist onto the futon as he squeezes her by the hip. The desire in his mouth is heavy and thick. He carves himself into her, every thrust thorough and deep, committing every inch of her to memory.]
This how you like it, Ai?
[Because it's not pretty. Rinne tugs his sash open, and his yukata slips off his shoulders. Sweat rolls down his back as he desperately rolls to meet Ai's hips, hissing through his teeth, each sound of her name drawn out like smoke from his tongue. He isn't doing this to please her. What Rinne feels is primal.]
[ Oh, it's different like this. It's not just the angle or the motions - it's the shamelessness, the delicious embarrassment of presenting herself like that and hearing Rinne's approval, feeling it in each deep, heavy thrust. Each and every one, she meets as best she can, wantonly rocking her hips back against him and letting her voice spill out and fill the room.
Her fists are bunched into the sheets and Rinne's hand grips her hip in a way that makes her quiver in delight to feel him just as needy for her as she feels for him. Nobody's ever wanted her quite like this, in this kind of position, and especially not with Ai responding so eagerly and greedily. She's never supposed to want anything for herself, especially not something this filthy, and instead of recoiling, Rinne gives her exactly as she's asking and then some.
How is she supposed to control herself again, after this? Why even would she? They're here for three whole nights, just the two of them. That's all the time in the world to indulge. ]
Yes...!
[ Her breathless approval comes out of her before she even has to think about it. She's watching him from the rumpled sheets of the futon - she hasn't turned away even once - and this time the gleam in her eyes is a little different.
I'm already yours, she thinks. She has been for a while now. But there's not what Rinne wants to hear right now and it's definitely not what Ai wants to say.
[This is the last thing any fan wants to hear: Rinne's ragged breath steaming hot above Ai's breathless whines, skin against skin as his sweat mingles with hers. For a moment, a pang of guilt stabs his chest, then it softens upon seeing the look on Ai's face and how the stars in her eyes are everything like the ones he wished on. Ai is happy. Ai wouldn't want him to be sorry.]
Nah.
[Rinne grabs her arms and lifts her up, letting her feel the warm puffs of air on her back and the sweet stretch of her limbs as he drives himself harder and deeper in. He hopes it forces her to look forward. He doesn't want her to see all this sin.
And yet...]
You gotta marry me first.
[Then—and he doesn't know if this is out of relief, guilt, or sheer euphoria—he cackles.]
[ Oh, that's not fair. That's just not fair at all. But Rinne's never been one to play fair, has he? How else is she supposed to answer that when his fingers are digging into her arms and her whole body, heart included, feels like it's so full of him that she's absolutely overflowing? Every thrust, every ragged, breathless moan out from his throat makes her nerves sing under her skin and it's not fair because even if she cranes her head back to try and see him- ]
Asking me that when I can't even kiss you, that's not fair-
[ She has no idea what marriage is even supposed to mean for anyone else or even for the two of them. But whenever Rinne says it, he talks about it like it means being together all the time, like it means being together forever and like this, right now, where she's so far beyond worrying about guilt or greedy, forever seems right where Ai wants to be. Her response comes spilling out before she can even think about it any further. ]
[Like it's his fault. When Ai says something cute like that, how is Rinne supposed to play fair? She'll marry him? Really? If she's okay with forever, and if they'll feel this good for the rest of their lives, then everything else should be fine, right? He doesn't think he can hold back anymore.
So Rinne pulls her close. When their hips meet, so do their lips, and he fills her with both a love and sticky heat so thick it nearly spills out of her.]
[ It's a messy kiss. Ai doesn't mean for it to be — really, she doesn't. It's hot and sweet and needy and so is the sound that she pours into his mouth but it's wet, too, and if she had any of her wits or restraint left in her right now she'd probably be embarrassed. But she's so full of him, her stomach's so hot and she's twitching and shuddering so warmly it's almost unbearable. It's so lovely.
It's so irresponsible. There's a thousand ways this could end up going very wrong. Ai knows that better than anyone. But right now she doesn't care about a single one of them.
Their lips part, so she can pull in a shuddering breath and a thin line of saliva stretches between the two of them before breaking. Ah. That's what people mean when they say something's lewd, huh. Her hips are trembling — or maybe it's Rinne's — and she has the slightly hazy thought that the second Rinne pulls out of her, they're going to leave such a mess on the futon.
But right now, she really doesn't care. ]
Rinne-kun... [ just like the rest of her, Ai's voice trembles too. She's so spent and warm and full and it's the loveliest feeling she's ever, ever known. ] Kiss me like that again and — tell me you love me, one more time?
[His brother would scold him. His agency, too. But everyone thinks it would be just like Rinne to make this sort of mistake.
Mistake?
No. In Rinne's eyes, none of this was ever wrong.
Ai's body trembles around him and he keeps her steady, holding her close to his chest. His hands are around her neck and flat on her stomach. Just as she is full of him, she surrounds him, engulfing him in a feeling that makes him sweat, shiver, and writhe in pleasure. He doesn't want to let go just yet.]
I love you, Ai. I love you no matter what, okay?
[Rinne kisses her like she asks, his tongue on her hot tongue as he hums into her mouth. The silver thread of saliva that stretches between them breaks and spills down his chin. In spite of everything they've done, he smiles.]
Once I start, I can't stop. But you like that, right? I'd do anything to make you happy.
[ No matter what. She loves the sound of that. Everyone else says forever, always, from the bottom of my heart, til the end of time but it's all transactional and conditional. It's all for Ai of B-Komachi.
Rinne is different. Rinne wants the pure and pretty girl on stage and the one off to the side in the wings. No — it's even better than that. It's the greedy, dirty girl in the wings that Rinne kisses and holds and says no matter what to even when he's just seen her at her most shameless and unacceptable. Somehow, Ai believes him. ]
I do. I love it. I love you. [ A little of that hazy, dreamy intensity in her expression breaks at last and her breath comes puffing out in a warm, delighted laugh. ] Jeez, Rinne-kun, that was so...
[ She doesn't bother reaching for any words. She just kisses him again, slower and more sated — but this time when their lips part, her smile turns wicked again. ]
All of a sudden, I'm really glad we're here for three whole nights.
[ For a moment, Ai just takes on the look on his face and the way his blush stains his cheeks even darker now than a second ago and- ]
Pffft.
[ She giggles. Aah, no way is he going to be this cute all of a sudden when they're still pressed so close - when they're still connected the way they are. Rinne's definitely easy to tease but it sometimes feels like the person who gets under his skin best is Rinne himself.
She presses a kiss to his jaw, playful and sweet. ]
Mmhmm. I sure do. We came here to have fun, didn't we? And... I'm pretty sure you had just as much fun as I did just now. Right?
[Oh my god. Ai is being incredibly unfair right now. It doesn't matter than she's teasing him. He only cares that it's hard to kiss her like this. He snorts; she's so cute. The way she teases him like she always does, the way her voice finally finds stability after getting used to his shape... All of it can only endear her to him, filthy or not. Hasn't she been doing the same?
He hums, his hands shyly smoothing the curves of her hips as he does.]
I shoulda known you were nasty the second ya brought this up.
[But Rinne was the one who lost control.]
... You said you've been thinking about me?
[He runs a thumb up the slope of her breast and flicks her nipple.]
You're just as bad. [ Her tone is fond and approving, as is her smile. ] Not that I'm complaining.
[ His touch is warm too as it travels over her skin and she sighs softly, a pleasant shudder running down her spine. With the way she feels right now, the idea of staying in their room until checkout and letting Rinne touch her however he likes sounds like an excellent way to spend the rest of this little vacation.
God, he's still inside her, too. She's trying really hard not to think about exactly how good it still feels. ]
I wasn't exactly... planning it. Or trying to plan it. Just...
[ Her eyes slide away from his for a second and — oh, would you look at that? Now Ai's the one blushing. ]
You know how you look, right? And you're always touching me and hugging me and— sometimes I'd just think a little too hard about it, you know?
[Rinne licks his lips. He hates being touched by anything that will soon hate him. But if Ai wants this, well, that just makes him want this more. He hugs her waist and murmurs into her ear, tickling her skin with a voice soft like smoke.]
Hey, hey. What the hell are ya being so shy for?
[One hand slides from her waist to the top of her thigh. As Rinne pulls Ai close, he presses himself further in. They should eat soon, but if he can spend the rest of the night inside Ai like this, he thinks he wouldn't mind.]
I-I wasn't exactly thinking about it in that much detail...! [ ... is what she says, but it's clear from the way she averts her gaze, blush intensifying, that she's not being entirely truthful.
Isn't she suppose to be a better liar than that? Sure, just about anyone would have a hard time putting on a convincing show in a situation like this but still...!
It takes a few seconds before she can quite bring herself to answer. Her face feels so hot. She's blushing so furiously, it feels like her words and her breaths should be tinged pink with it when they come puffing out of her. But she manages to drag her gaze back up to his face, even if she can't quite meet his eyes just yet. ]
... I'd think about... how warm your hands are anytime you touch me. And even when you hug me tight, you're always so gentle with me. And I'd just wonder... if you'd be the same way once we went a little further? Like how your hands would feel touching other places and where you might like to be touched and-
[ Nope. That's it. That's as far as her dignity will let her go and she ducks her head, uncharacteristically timid. ]
[Ai's so quiet. She should be spinning another lie by now. Something about how she doesn't have the time to fantasize about things like this or how Rinne's a pervert for even asking, and maybe she would be right. He is a pervert. What else do you call someone who enjoys watching his idol fold in his hands? He can tell Ai's never said these things before. No one ever gave her the chance.
Rinne wants to give it to her. Ai breathes hotly as she grips him tightly between her thighs, and it spurs him to tease her until her mask falls apart. It's only fair. His already has.]
Kyahaha! It's okay. You wanna know what I think about?
[Rinne presses his lips to her jaw and slides his fingers up the inside of her thigh, his touch feather-light.]
It doesn't take much to get me going. Whenever I see the nape of your neck, I think about what it'd look like when you're under me and I go crazy.
[He kisses the spot under her ear, and this time, as he presses her clit, he lets her feel his tongue on bare skin.]
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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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[Stop. As if Rinne knows the answer to that. All he's done is follow Ai's lead and do what she needs him for. Then Ai gives everything back tenfold, and Rinne shudders with delight. Her breath tickles his ear when she asks him what he wants, but his mind can only draw a blank. It's hard to know what to ask for when you're content with what you're given.
Ai spurs him on. Rinne feels her playful lips on his skin, and suddenly he grows envious of what she can do with her mouth while his is empty.]
Don't test me.
[Because he will break her if he's not careful. If not in body, then in some other way. Before that happens, Rinne pulls her close. He lifts her waist in his arms as he does, sliding her hips up the length of his cock. He guides her hips with a hand on the small of her back. He brings her breast to his lips and kisses her like this, her mouth no longer a distraction as he puts his own to use. His tongue laves up the underside before he flicks the tender peak, then he takes her into his mouth again. The next time he looks up at her, her nipples are wet with spit as a fire burns behind his eyes.]
I want you to go crazy.
[If he was ever meek, it's only because he felt he didn't deserve it.]
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[ Her laughter puffs warm against his ear again.
That's what he wants, huh? Truth be told, Ai already feels like she's gone a little crazy. And maybe she has been for a while, ever since they agreed to come here together in the first place. She'd have to be crazy to willingly put both of them at this kind of risk, to go this far when they're both idols and they both know full well exactly how this could end, should anyone else find out. But how could she not? When she's been this starved of touch and love this whole time and Rinne's been offering so freely for so long- when she's been so desperate to give it to him and only now is she finally allowed to.
His mouth feels so good. Every time his tongue laps across her skin, trembles shoot up her spine and she squirms in his arms. Each time she moves, it sends the most lovely friction rolling through her, so she grinds down as best she can each time, chasing the heady heat of his mouth and the deep drag of his cock- anything of him that she can have, she wants.
Ah. When she puts it like that... is it really that crazy? How could any girl be expected to control herself when she's with the man she loves this much? ]
The same goes for you, you know. You're still holding back. You have been this whooooole time.
[ Her voice takes on a playfully petulant edge, an equally performative little pout forming on her lips. Anchoring herself against him, she takes control of the pace - dragging her hips up along him tantalizingly slowly before sinking back down in shallow, rocking thrusts. She doesn't let him go anywhere close to all the way, not even close to what both of them want. ]
No fair. [ Each word comes out punctuated by sweet, huffed moans. ] I want it too. I want you to go crazy for me.
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Ai tells Rinne to keep going. She teases him with the squeeze of her as she rocks her hips, begging for him to sink his claws into her. He trembles with every gasp of breath and every press of her bare flesh. Now, he's not a beast. But his mouth waters as he growls for more, so how is he supposed to convinced her otherwise? ]
... Kyaha! You want crazy?
[ God, she's so hot. There's no one who knows them for hours. They can do crazy.
Rinne pulls Ai off his hips before she sinks on a stroke in. He shoves her back onto the futon. When he crawls toward her, his arms snake around her naked waist. This time, he wants her on all fours. ]
Ai.
[ It's all Rinne ever whispers when he gives her breast a squeeze and drags his hot tongue up her smooth neck. He's never done that before either, but he feels a knot inside him loosen up as he comes clean with his desire, and suddenly the weight of his guilt doesn't feel so heavy anymore. ]
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She lets her yukata peel off her skin at last, sending it pooling down onto the sheets under her. She's completely exposed now - no polish or glamour or pretty frills left, just Ai at her barest and filthiest. Her heart hammers in her throat at the thought, at the idea that never ever goes away that even now when they're both so shameless and greedy for each other, that this might be too much, it might be the one thing that finally turns his stomach, drives him away in disgust-
But then he says her name like that. His tongue on her skin sends goosebumps all up and down her skin and his rough hands on her body touch her so lovingly, in worship and fascination rather than disdain. He'd said it was okay, that he'd accept her, but actually feeling it, hearing it in the way he says her name... it's not just okay. It's not that it's forgivable for her to be like this, wanton and dirty and needy.
It's that Rinne likes it. He wants her like this.
She absolutely can't restrain herself anymore.
Ai lowers herself onto the futon and before he can protest, she brazenly lifts her hips - she doesn't let herself think of it as presenting herself, but that's undeniably what she does. She knows exactly how it's going to look. She peers up at him from the rumpled sheets of the futon with a gleam in her eyes and an utterly unforgivable smile on her face. ]
So this is how you like it. [ Warm and breathy, each word underscored a languid roll of her hips back against him. ] Then let's go a little crazy together.
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This how you like it, Ai?
[Because it's not pretty. Rinne tugs his sash open, and his yukata slips off his shoulders. Sweat rolls down his back as he desperately rolls to meet Ai's hips, hissing through his teeth, each sound of her name drawn out like smoke from his tongue. He isn't doing this to please her. What Rinne feels is primal.]
That means I can make you mine, right?
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Her fists are bunched into the sheets and Rinne's hand grips her hip in a way that makes her quiver in delight to feel him just as needy for her as she feels for him. Nobody's ever wanted her quite like this, in this kind of position, and especially not with Ai responding so eagerly and greedily. She's never supposed to want anything for herself, especially not something this filthy, and instead of recoiling, Rinne gives her exactly as she's asking and then some.
How is she supposed to control herself again, after this? Why even would she? They're here for three whole nights, just the two of them. That's all the time in the world to indulge. ]
Yes...!
[ Her breathless approval comes out of her before she even has to think about it. She's watching him from the rumpled sheets of the futon - she hasn't turned away even once - and this time the gleam in her eyes is a little different.
I'm already yours, she thinks. She has been for a while now. But there's not what Rinne wants to hear right now and it's definitely not what Ai wants to say.
So- ]
Ah - make me yours, Rinne-kun.
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Nah.
[Rinne grabs her arms and lifts her up, letting her feel the warm puffs of air on her back and the sweet stretch of her limbs as he drives himself harder and deeper in. He hopes it forces her to look forward. He doesn't want her to see all this sin.
And yet...]
You gotta marry me first.
[Then—and he doesn't know if this is out of relief, guilt, or sheer euphoria—he cackles.]
You got no other choice!
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Asking me that when I can't even kiss you, that's not fair-
[ She has no idea what marriage is even supposed to mean for anyone else or even for the two of them. But whenever Rinne says it, he talks about it like it means being together all the time, like it means being together forever and like this, right now, where she's so far beyond worrying about guilt or greedy, forever seems right where Ai wants to be. Her response comes spilling out before she can even think about it any further. ]
— I will, I will, I really mean it...!
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So Rinne pulls her close. When their hips meet, so do their lips, and he fills her with both a love and sticky heat so thick it nearly spills out of her.]
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It's so irresponsible. There's a thousand ways this could end up going very wrong. Ai knows that better than anyone. But right now she doesn't care about a single one of them.
Their lips part, so she can pull in a shuddering breath and a thin line of saliva stretches between the two of them before breaking. Ah. That's what people mean when they say something's lewd, huh. Her hips are trembling — or maybe it's Rinne's — and she has the slightly hazy thought that the second Rinne pulls out of her, they're going to leave such a mess on the futon.
But right now, she really doesn't care. ]
Rinne-kun... [ just like the rest of her, Ai's voice trembles too. She's so spent and warm and full and it's the loveliest feeling she's ever, ever known. ] Kiss me like that again and — tell me you love me, one more time?
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Mistake?
No. In Rinne's eyes, none of this was ever wrong.
Ai's body trembles around him and he keeps her steady, holding her close to his chest. His hands are around her neck and flat on her stomach. Just as she is full of him, she surrounds him, engulfing him in a feeling that makes him sweat, shiver, and writhe in pleasure. He doesn't want to let go just yet.]
I love you, Ai. I love you no matter what, okay?
[Rinne kisses her like she asks, his tongue on her hot tongue as he hums into her mouth. The silver thread of saliva that stretches between them breaks and spills down his chin. In spite of everything they've done, he smiles.]
Once I start, I can't stop. But you like that, right? I'd do anything to make you happy.
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Rinne is different. Rinne wants the pure and pretty girl on stage and the one off to the side in the wings. No — it's even better than that. It's the greedy, dirty girl in the wings that Rinne kisses and holds and says no matter what to even when he's just seen her at her most shameless and unacceptable. Somehow, Ai believes him. ]
I do. I love it. I love you. [ A little of that hazy, dreamy intensity in her expression breaks at last and her breath comes puffing out in a warm, delighted laugh. ] Jeez, Rinne-kun, that was so...
[ She doesn't bother reaching for any words. She just kisses him again, slower and more sated — but this time when their lips part, her smile turns wicked again. ]
All of a sudden, I'm really glad we're here for three whole nights.
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[He blushes harder than he did a while ago, when he was hungry and lost in the heat of the moment.]
Do you mean...
[He still hadn't pulled away. How could he?]
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Pffft.
[ She giggles. Aah, no way is he going to be this cute all of a sudden when they're still pressed so close - when they're still connected the way they are. Rinne's definitely easy to tease but it sometimes feels like the person who gets under his skin best is Rinne himself.
She presses a kiss to his jaw, playful and sweet. ]
Mmhmm. I sure do. We came here to have fun, didn't we? And... I'm pretty sure you had just as much fun as I did just now. Right?
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He hums, his hands shyly smoothing the curves of her hips as he does.]
I shoulda known you were nasty the second ya brought this up.
[But Rinne was the one who lost control.]
... You said you've been thinking about me?
[He runs a thumb up the slope of her breast and flicks her nipple.]
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[ His touch is warm too as it travels over her skin and she sighs softly, a pleasant shudder running down her spine. With the way she feels right now, the idea of staying in their room until checkout and letting Rinne touch her however he likes sounds like an excellent way to spend the rest of this little vacation.
God, he's still inside her, too. She's trying really hard not to think about exactly how good it still feels. ]
I wasn't exactly... planning it. Or trying to plan it. Just...
[ Her eyes slide away from his for a second and — oh, would you look at that? Now Ai's the one blushing. ]
You know how you look, right? And you're always touching me and hugging me and— sometimes I'd just think a little too hard about it, you know?
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[Rinne licks his lips. He hates being touched by anything that will soon hate him. But if Ai wants this, well, that just makes him want this more. He hugs her waist and murmurs into her ear, tickling her skin with a voice soft like smoke.]
Hey, hey. What the hell are ya being so shy for?
[One hand slides from her waist to the top of her thigh. As Rinne pulls Ai close, he presses himself further in. They should eat soon, but if he can spend the rest of the night inside Ai like this, he thinks he wouldn't mind.]
What else do you think about?
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Isn't she suppose to be a better liar than that? Sure, just about anyone would have a hard time putting on a convincing show in a situation like this but still...!
It takes a few seconds before she can quite bring herself to answer. Her face feels so hot. She's blushing so furiously, it feels like her words and her breaths should be tinged pink with it when they come puffing out of her. But she manages to drag her gaze back up to his face, even if she can't quite meet his eyes just yet. ]
... I'd think about... how warm your hands are anytime you touch me. And even when you hug me tight, you're always so gentle with me. And I'd just wonder... if you'd be the same way once we went a little further? Like how your hands would feel touching other places and where you might like to be touched and-
[ Nope. That's it. That's as far as her dignity will let her go and she ducks her head, uncharacteristically timid. ]
Aaah, this is so embarrassing...
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Rinne wants to give it to her. Ai breathes hotly as she grips him tightly between her thighs, and it spurs him to tease her until her mask falls apart. It's only fair. His already has.]
Kyahaha! It's okay. You wanna know what I think about?
[Rinne presses his lips to her jaw and slides his fingers up the inside of her thigh, his touch feather-light.]
It doesn't take much to get me going. Whenever I see the nape of your neck, I think about what it'd look like when you're under me and I go crazy.
[He kisses the spot under her ear, and this time, as he presses her clit, he lets her feel his tongue on bare skin.]
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