[ 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.]
[ Some new feeling, similar in hue and intensity to shame but that bit more wanton and sweet pools hot and low in her stomach. She shouldn't be admitting any of this. They've already gone too far but for some reason, it's this that feels like teetering on the edge of something she can't come back from.
Ai isn't supposed to want things like this. She's squeaky clean, pure and neat. Ai of B-Komachi loves everyone with all her heart, but she's never had a single dirty thought in her life. She certainly doesn't look at her boyfriend's hands and think about all the places she wants him to put them. She certainly doesn't catch herself gazing up at his broad, muscular back when he walks just a few steps ahead of her on a date and think about learning the warmth and strength of his muscles with her hands, her lips- and she certainly, certainly has never spent any time at all fantasizing about the touch of a man she hasn't even kissed or confessed her love to until she's hot and needy and slick and just wishing she wasn't too much of a dirty coward to-
Rinne loves idols more than anyone. He loves Ai of B-Komachi more than anyone. This should be repulsive. He should be furious that the pure and pretty girl he saw on that screen has been such a dirty, lonely woman all along.
But he... loves her, instead. Even more than the girl he saw on screen. He loves this hidden, shameful part of her he has to pry out with his lips and teeth and fingertips - and he asks her for more of it. ]
Rinne-kun, I...
[ When he touches her again at last, her mouth makes the shape of a protest, imploring him to wait, to give her just a moment to breathe - but no words come out, just a rough edged noise of approval. She's still trembling and sensitive but if anything, it just makes her that bit more eager for everything his touch promises. And with the sounds of her moans, a confession spills out as well. ]
I've wanted it like this for a really long time. I'd... think about it so much, it'd make me so warm and I... thought you'd hate me for it. That I'm dirty and needy like this, but... so long as it's for you, is that okay?
[ The breathy note her words end on almost sounds like a plea. ]
You can be all of that without me, but I'm only ever like this with you.
[How could Rinne hate Ai for it? No one ever shows him their true self. In front of Rinne's invincible facade, they always want to be strong and spotless and perfect. But Ai is here, just as nervous as he is, so vulnerable and deathly afraid. She's like him in ways he both loves and hates to know, and if she's anything like him, then she might not know how he feels just yet. They're both stupid like that.
So he takes her hands and, as he resumes the rolls, places them on his busy hips. He needs her to understand how much he wants this.]
I always want to fuck you.
[He murmurs it into her ear, the words thick with lust.]
I wanted to fuck you on that train as soon as we got on. I wanted to fuck you in that classroom with that cute skirt on. One of these days, I'll catch you backstage and before you go on, I'll wanna fuck you 'til ya can't stand on your feet. I guess that makes me a bad fan, but you want that too, right? We're always testing our goddamn luck!
[Rinne licks into the shell of her ear. His heart pounds against his flushed broad chest. He'd rather die than confess to this, but things are easier to admit if someone says them first, and Ai looks like she's been wanting to say it for a long, long time.]
So if you want me, just tell me. I'll fill my wife right up.
Hold tight.
[With one fluid motion, he parts her thighs and lifts them up with his strong hands. His cock is still inside her, and he drives it in quick and deep every time.]
[ When he'd been pleading with her like he still didn't believe this was something he was allowed to do, Rinne had said always. It hadn't quite clicked in her mind just what that always would really mean but having it laid out like that, while Rinne's hands and mouth are all over, while he's still inside her and she's still so hot and full - it makes her feel a little dizzy.
Ai of B-Komachi is a decoration, polished to such a mirror shine that the idea of tarnishing her should be abhorrent. So she can't be touched, only admired from a distance. But Rinne's always wanted to touch her. All this time, she's been something he wants to love with his hands, with his entire body - like she's a real person he can hold and understand instead of an idol he can only see and dream about.
Like she's a real person full stop.
Her lips part like she means to speak but then Rinne's fingers dig into her thighs and before any words can come out of her mouth, Rinne presses inside of her so hard and fast that what comes out instead are a sharp gasp, a stuttering whimper and Rinne's name. Her hands scrabble to find purchase against him even though she trusts Rinne to hold her up - he really is so much stronger than she'd realized - and the words that come out when she's finally able to speak are unfiltered, gasping and needy. ]
I always— I always wanted it like this— I always wanted you to hold me so tight, so please—
[ Some distant part of her mind manages to register that if they're not careful, they're going to end up missing dinner but Ai can't bring herself to care. Right now, she's much more starved of something more vital — touch. Rinne's touch. ]
[If Rinne's enjoying this too much, he doesn't care. The cool mountain air is nothing to their shared body heat. His wet lips brush against the cartilage of her ear as he asks with a drawl,]
Please, what? I can't do it unless you tell me.
[If Ai takes a while to answer, that's okay. For once, Rinne doesn't want her to. Instead, he cackles.]
Nah. I know what to do.
[He's going to make her human — just like him. Just like they always were.
He bends her over the low table, her knees firmly on the futon and her bare flushed chest on the cool surface. His fingers press down on her soft bottom lip. Does she like being filled here, too? Either way, Rinne isn't worried like he was anymore. Like him, Ai wants it — all of it.]
Get ready, Ai. Our children are gonna be soooo fucking cute.
[Rinne slides his fingers into her mouth, and his hips pick up the pace. Sweat drips from his chest to roll down Ai's back to remind her who she chose to lay with for the next three days and nights. If Ai has anything to say about it, it will likely come after he's done spilling his heat with a force desperate to make her his.]
[ Everything about this is obscene. Her gasps and whimpers are so shamelessly loud in the quiet but it's still not enough to cover the wet sounds their bodies are making. She wonders if she should be embarrassed or guilty, but there's none of that shame in her now - only wanton delight that she finally has this with Rinne, that knowing what she's really like has only seemed to make him want her even more. Her skin is fever flushed and she feels tipsy, lovedrunk and dizzy, as she tries to hold herself steady against the table and - god, she has to spend the rest of the trip in this room and every single time she so much as looks at this table she's going to remember exactly how Rinne took her there.
Then he goes ahead and says that. A spike of adrenaline lances its way right through Ai and even though she has no idea how serious he might be and even though this is the last thing she should be letting him do when they're already guaranteed to be in so much trouble for this—
Ah. She supposes this is exactly what she was asking for when she told him they should go crazy, right? ]
Rinne-kun— [ His name comes out indistinctly this time, not at all helped by the way her tongue curls around his fingers, immediate acceptance and an instinctive plea for more. But moreso than that, it's helpless and a little desperate, the voice of a girl on the verge of completely losing control of herself. ] I can't take it, I love you, I love you, I love you so much—
[ For as loud as she'd been this whole time, she's deceptively quiet when she finally comes - a high, keening whine that breaks open into a breathless mewl. She's twitching helplessly, shudders rolling down her spine and making her legs tremble so hard that she knows that there's no way she'd have been able to stay upright without the table underneath her. ]
[Rinne doesn't like using words. They're far too important to use so carelessly. It's why he lies. He doesn't give others the chance to hurt him when he lies. But when he says those three words to Ai, he always, always means it each and every time. He's sure his feelings won't change. After everything she's given him, how could they? He can only hope that with this, he's finally given her even a small sense of happiness.]
Yeah. [He kisses her right cheek and soothes the left with knuckles wet with her spit.] I love you, too.
[Ai's trembling so much. Rinne thinks he'd be like her too, had he let her have her way with him. He has half a mind to go another round, but responsibility gets the best of him and he pulls out nice and slow, letting her feel his girth as his cum drips out of her. He hugs her waist and nuzzles her neck, sweat and heat ignored entirely.]
Hehe. Was it that good? They're gonna stare at us so much in the morning...
[Especially since they already were at it so soon. Ai had been so soft, wet, warm and tight. If she didn't like it, then Rinne's fine with this being their last. But he doubts she hated it.]
[ It takes a second for her to get her breath under control enough for her to respond. She has to hiss it in through her teeth when he finally pulls out and she's so sensitive still that it sends a fresh flurry of shudders all up and down her back. She's not usually in such a state afterwards, but she's never been... loved quite as thoroughly as Rinne had just done it.
Jeez. And there was her, smugly thinking she was the one who'd be worrying about taking her time with him, being slow and gentle. If she'd known he was such a beast, she wouldn't have bothered! ]
Don't say that. Couples come to ryokans for this kind of thing all the time, so it's not like we're any different...
[ Even though she totally hadn't planned this. Sure. Keep telling yourself that, Ai. ]
Aah, we'll both have to take another shower before we go anywhere... we got right out of the bath and then made an even worse mess...
Oh? We're a couple now? A couple who takes long, hot showers together?
[Rinne's just teasing, but it'd be a lie to say he wasn't excited again. He pulls her onto his lap, not bothering to close her legs — especially if she doesn't want to.]
Kyahaha! I don't feel like leaving yet, but what about you? You hungry?
[His concern is genuine. If the nearby restaurants close early and she's hungry, they'll probably need to look for a convenience store instead, and that's not very romantic.]
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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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Ai isn't supposed to want things like this. She's squeaky clean, pure and neat. Ai of B-Komachi loves everyone with all her heart, but she's never had a single dirty thought in her life. She certainly doesn't look at her boyfriend's hands and think about all the places she wants him to put them. She certainly doesn't catch herself gazing up at his broad, muscular back when he walks just a few steps ahead of her on a date and think about learning the warmth and strength of his muscles with her hands, her lips- and she certainly, certainly has never spent any time at all fantasizing about the touch of a man she hasn't even kissed or confessed her love to until she's hot and needy and slick and just wishing she wasn't too much of a dirty coward to-
Rinne loves idols more than anyone. He loves Ai of B-Komachi more than anyone. This should be repulsive. He should be furious that the pure and pretty girl he saw on that screen has been such a dirty, lonely woman all along.
But he... loves her, instead. Even more than the girl he saw on screen. He loves this hidden, shameful part of her he has to pry out with his lips and teeth and fingertips - and he asks her for more of it. ]
Rinne-kun, I...
[ When he touches her again at last, her mouth makes the shape of a protest, imploring him to wait, to give her just a moment to breathe - but no words come out, just a rough edged noise of approval. She's still trembling and sensitive but if anything, it just makes her that bit more eager for everything his touch promises. And with the sounds of her moans, a confession spills out as well. ]
I've wanted it like this for a really long time. I'd... think about it so much, it'd make me so warm and I... thought you'd hate me for it. That I'm dirty and needy like this, but... so long as it's for you, is that okay?
[ The breathy note her words end on almost sounds like a plea. ]
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[How could Rinne hate Ai for it? No one ever shows him their true self. In front of Rinne's invincible facade, they always want to be strong and spotless and perfect. But Ai is here, just as nervous as he is, so vulnerable and deathly afraid. She's like him in ways he both loves and hates to know, and if she's anything like him, then she might not know how he feels just yet. They're both stupid like that.
So he takes her hands and, as he resumes the rolls, places them on his busy hips. He needs her to understand how much he wants this.]
I always want to fuck you.
[He murmurs it into her ear, the words thick with lust.]
I wanted to fuck you on that train as soon as we got on. I wanted to fuck you in that classroom with that cute skirt on. One of these days, I'll catch you backstage and before you go on, I'll wanna fuck you 'til ya can't stand on your feet. I guess that makes me a bad fan, but you want that too, right? We're always testing our goddamn luck!
[Rinne licks into the shell of her ear. His heart pounds against his flushed broad chest. He'd rather die than confess to this, but things are easier to admit if someone says them first, and Ai looks like she's been wanting to say it for a long, long time.]
So if you want me, just tell me. I'll fill my wife right up.
Hold tight.
[With one fluid motion, he parts her thighs and lifts them up with his strong hands. His cock is still inside her, and he drives it in quick and deep every time.]
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Ai of B-Komachi is a decoration, polished to such a mirror shine that the idea of tarnishing her should be abhorrent. So she can't be touched, only admired from a distance. But Rinne's always wanted to touch her. All this time, she's been something he wants to love with his hands, with his entire body - like she's a real person he can hold and understand instead of an idol he can only see and dream about.
Like she's a real person full stop.
Her lips part like she means to speak but then Rinne's fingers dig into her thighs and before any words can come out of her mouth, Rinne presses inside of her so hard and fast that what comes out instead are a sharp gasp, a stuttering whimper and Rinne's name. Her hands scrabble to find purchase against him even though she trusts Rinne to hold her up - he really is so much stronger than she'd realized - and the words that come out when she's finally able to speak are unfiltered, gasping and needy. ]
I always— I always wanted it like this— I always wanted you to hold me so tight, so please—
[ Some distant part of her mind manages to register that if they're not careful, they're going to end up missing dinner but Ai can't bring herself to care. Right now, she's much more starved of something more vital — touch. Rinne's touch. ]
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Please, what? I can't do it unless you tell me.
[If Ai takes a while to answer, that's okay. For once, Rinne doesn't want her to. Instead, he cackles.]
Nah. I know what to do.
[He's going to make her human — just like him. Just like they always were.
He bends her over the low table, her knees firmly on the futon and her bare flushed chest on the cool surface. His fingers press down on her soft bottom lip. Does she like being filled here, too? Either way, Rinne isn't worried like he was anymore. Like him, Ai wants it — all of it.]
Get ready, Ai. Our children are gonna be soooo fucking cute.
[Rinne slides his fingers into her mouth, and his hips pick up the pace. Sweat drips from his chest to roll down Ai's back to remind her who she chose to lay with for the next three days and nights. If Ai has anything to say about it, it will likely come after he's done spilling his heat with a force desperate to make her his.]
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Then he goes ahead and says that. A spike of adrenaline lances its way right through Ai and even though she has no idea how serious he might be and even though this is the last thing she should be letting him do when they're already guaranteed to be in so much trouble for this—
Ah. She supposes this is exactly what she was asking for when she told him they should go crazy, right? ]
Rinne-kun— [ His name comes out indistinctly this time, not at all helped by the way her tongue curls around his fingers, immediate acceptance and an instinctive plea for more. But moreso than that, it's helpless and a little desperate, the voice of a girl on the verge of completely losing control of herself. ] I can't take it, I love you, I love you, I love you so much—
[ For as loud as she'd been this whole time, she's deceptively quiet when she finally comes - a high, keening whine that breaks open into a breathless mewl. She's twitching helplessly, shudders rolling down her spine and making her legs tremble so hard that she knows that there's no way she'd have been able to stay upright without the table underneath her. ]
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Yeah. [He kisses her right cheek and soothes the left with knuckles wet with her spit.] I love you, too.
[Ai's trembling so much. Rinne thinks he'd be like her too, had he let her have her way with him. He has half a mind to go another round, but responsibility gets the best of him and he pulls out nice and slow, letting her feel his girth as his cum drips out of her. He hugs her waist and nuzzles her neck, sweat and heat ignored entirely.]
Hehe. Was it that good? They're gonna stare at us so much in the morning...
[Especially since they already were at it so soon. Ai had been so soft, wet, warm and tight. If she didn't like it, then Rinne's fine with this being their last. But he doubts she hated it.]
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Jeez. And there was her, smugly thinking she was the one who'd be worrying about taking her time with him, being slow and gentle. If she'd known he was such a beast, she wouldn't have bothered! ]
Don't say that. Couples come to ryokans for this kind of thing all the time, so it's not like we're any different...
[ Even though she totally hadn't planned this. Sure. Keep telling yourself that, Ai. ]
Aah, we'll both have to take another shower before we go anywhere... we got right out of the bath and then made an even worse mess...
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[Rinne's just teasing, but it'd be a lie to say he wasn't excited again. He pulls her onto his lap, not bothering to close her legs — especially if she doesn't want to.]
Kyahaha! I don't feel like leaving yet, but what about you? You hungry?
[His concern is genuine. If the nearby restaurants close early and she's hungry, they'll probably need to look for a convenience store instead, and that's not very romantic.]
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