[ She doesn't get it. Of course she doesn't - even when she tries telling him the truth, she can't see it the same way he can. All Ai knows is that she's never heard Oberon's voice quite like that, hoarse and ragged and raw, as if he's the one being so lovingly used instead of her. As if he's the one on the verge of being broken. ]

Ah - Oberon -?! [ Her voice in turn pitches into a higher, sweeter note. Something inside him seems to have snapped and everything has amped up in turn, so intense that for a moment she's honestly afraid she won't be able to hold herself upright. ] W-wait - Oberon -

[ Her voice cracks as soon as his teeth sink into her skin again, and that's all she gets out before all his relentless touching and loving her blots out everything else. She snaps too, the third goddamn time, and this time she can hardly even make a noise. There's not enough air in her lungs. Her fingers scratch the wall as her hands ball into fists and when she can finally move, she all but slumps against it as well, forehead pressed to the rough surface.

It takes a good while of gasping air back into her lungs before she can even try to speak. ]

... I can't believe... I can't believe you made a mess like that right here... [ Mess being the operative word. Even though her thighs are stinging enough that they're almost numb with it, she can tell how slick they are and that it's not even close to being just her fault. ] What am I gonna do if someone can tell... Oberon, seriously...