[ It'd be beyond mean to laugh. She's the one prodding and provoking a response out of him, so it'd be awful of her to laugh when she's getting exactly what she asked for.
And yet... ]
Pfft...! [ Another giggle comes puffing out against his lips and she pulls back just enough to speak. ] I guess I did say I wanted you to be honest with me...
[ She shifts her hips a bit - just enough to press into him and make him very aware of all the places their bodies are touching. The little part of her brain that remembers how to be embarrassed does its best to speak up and remind her where they are but she shuts it up. They're in a dream. So why does it matter? ]
But I could always stop. If it's a little too much.
[ Oh, he was already hyper-aware of that. Now she's just driving him crazy. He lets out a soft grunt as she presses down on him, a noise that couldn't make it any clearer how that felt.
Are they the worst movie-goers or what? They talk during the movie, make out during the movie, are obnoxiously affectionate during the movie... and now here they are, doing this right in a public theater.
Not that there's anybody else there, but... ]
I... you...
[ Oh that's cruel of her, asking him if she should stop. There's only one answer he can give, and she's making him say it out loud? What did he do to deserve this? The hours he spent bullying her in much the same way, that's what. ]
Don't... don't ask that now, idiot...
[ He could easily turn the tables, hoist her up and reverse their positions, plow her silly for the rest of this dream so that she knows her place...
...but that look in her eyes somehow manages to keep him completely pinned. ]
Why not? You're the one making a fuss all of a sudden. It sounded a whole lot like you wanted me to stop.
[ It didn't sound even a little like that. In fact, when he's looking up at her with that uncharacteristically overwhelmed face, when he's making a sweet little noise like that...
Well. All of a sudden she thinks she might understand why he took so much evident delight in being so awful to her last night.
She leans in a little - her hands are braced on either side of him, steadying herself on the back of the seat. Like this, her skirt's ridden up her thighs a little. One of the straps holding up her dress has slid down her shoulder. All of a sudden, she feels so wonderfully shameless that she really can't hold back.
But even with her expression suddenly so mischievous, something about it is soft as well. ]
Oberon. [ Her voice is dangerously sweet as she presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. ] Can I keep going?
[ God, they really are meant for each other, aren't they? The dam burst last night, and now all of the shamelessness that Ai held back is now spilling forth in a way that not even Oberon can handle. ]
G...
[ His words catch on his throat, still overwhelmed by what she's doing to him and how much he likes it... he thought he would only find this kind of enjoyment in having her at his mercy... and yet here he is, feeling much the same way at being at her mercy. ]
G... Go on, then...
[ He's still going to make her pay for this later, though. Even though it's just in a dream, he silently vows to make a complete mess of her again in reality as soon as her body can just barely take it. ]
[ For just a second, that look of mischief warms into something sweeter, more affectionate. Pleased and fond. She presses another of those tender little kisses to the corner of his mouth. ]
Mm. Alright then. [ And just like that, the mischief is back. ] What was it you said...
[ With her hands anchored to the back of the chair she's in the perfect position to press into him even more shamelessly. Even with this many layers between their bare skin, the friction already feels much too good to resist. ]
I'll go ahead and help myself. ⭐
[ And with that, she kisses him properly - while making sure to nip at his bottom lip, of course. See how you like it, buster. ]
[ WOW. He's gonna remember that! He's gonna ruin you, later! Just you watch! ]
M-Mn...!
[ Yet even as he swears to leave her in even more of a ruined state than she was when they both passed out, he lets her grind up against him, coaxing yet another soft groan before her teeth find his lip. ]
Why you...
[ Still, even if he's defenseless... that doesn't mean he can't return the favor at least a little. She nips at his bottom lip, so he nips back... all while his hands start to roam her body, feeling her just like he had done last night, even through the various layers still on them. ]
[ Another of those giggles against his mouth. She bites down on his lip just hard enough to sting but not draw blood - see? she's more considerate than someone she could mention - before she pulls back to give him a grin. ]
Jeez, you're already super impatient, huh? I've barely teased you at all and you're already...
[ Well, at least she's admitting what she's doing...
Rather than finishing her sentence though, she turns her attention to more important matters - shedding her jacket and letting it drop to the floor. The irony of wearing a pure white sundress for something like this... she can't say she doesn't appreciate it. ]
Heehee. There. Is that a little better?
[ She has not, incidentally, let up on rocking her hips into his this whole time. ]
[ There’s no point in sugarcoating it, he’s hard as a rock. Each grind, each rock of her hips, is driving him mad. ]
Ugh… you’re a devious woman, you know that…?
[ No more than he’s a devious Servant, that is. The irony of her pure white appearance isn’t lost on him either… especially when it contrasts with the woman he corrupted himself. ]
…Yeah, much better.
[ He says, his hands now moving to go under her dress to feel the bare skin underneath. ]
[ In other words, they're just as bad as each other. But he should know that by now, right?
She dips her head down so she can kiss him again - only once and briefly at that before her lips press to his cheek, the corner of his eye. She might as well let him have his fill of touching her before she gets really mean. ]
Besides. Isn't this all your fault? You were the one who dragged me in here.
[ This time, her lips find their way to his ear, where her voice puffs out in a warm breath. ]
[ God, beaming at being called devious, she really is his Master. ]
H-Huh!? You came in here on your own, and I'm not the one who wants to do this in a dream right after... hnngh...
[ He can't even get out a sentence with her on him like this, making it increasingly clear just how bad his defenses are. It really is just a matter of who gets the first strike with them, isn't it?
It has him rattled, responding so indignantly to her claim that he brought her here explicitly for this when he should (supposedly) be able to just brush it off. ]
Oh, you will? Good. It'd a shame if I went this far and you forgot once we woke up.
[ She presses the words in with a kiss - and then a bite, tugging on his ear with her teeth just enough to sting. See? She can play at this, too. ]
Besides. There's no way you're ever going to make me believe you don't want this just as much. I can feel it right here.
[ Another agonisingly slow drag of her hips against him. If it's already stirring a pleasant impatience in her belly, then she feels pretty confident that it's at least twice as bad for him. ]
So you really are the type who's totally defenceless when you're caught off guard... that's so cute.
[ It's a completely new look for him, his face flushed completely red. He practically shudders when she bites his ear, and that slow grind. ]
Fuck...
[ Twice as bad? Try three times... he's desperate for her to do more, the layers containing the large dead giveaway of how much he's enjoying this only serving to edge him even further... yet he's incapable of pushing her down.
All he can do is fight back as best as he can, so as to retain at least some of his pride. ]
Defenseless... as if you can talk...!
[ His hands start to run up her chest, fingers tracing the various marks on her skin, even in this dream. Clearly, he didn't bite her enough, seeing as how she's all too willing to turn the tables on him. ]
[ The laugh that puffs out against his ear really can't be called anything but smug. ]
Of course I'm defenceless. I'm an idol, aren't I? And I was getting picked on by an awful bully like you. There's no way I'd ever be able to stand up for myself.
[ Another kiss - this time to his jaw as she makes her way back to his mouth. ]
So what's your excuse for not being able to stand up to a helpless little bunny like me? Unless...
[ Back to his mouth, another kiss much too quick to be really satisfying. ]
You just don't want to?
[ She settles against him, the warm press of her body at once a promise and a threat. And her low, honeyed voice is certainly the latter. ]
Oberon. You said it yourself. If it's here, you can be a little more honest, right?
[ She's teasing him, she's teasing him and it's working. He makes a quick nip at her when she kisses his mouth, but she still remains thoroughly in control... the feeling of her full body pressed against his sending a shudder down his spine. ]
Nn... a bunny, huh? What are you, a bunny in heat, then...?
[ Something something mating like rabbits... he can't even get that retort out properly like this. Her voice is honeyed... a honeytrap that no insect can escape from.
He turns his head away from her, red taking over the pale of his face all too easily. ]
Of... of course I don't...
[ How could he ever want to when it feels this good? ]
[ He's all flustered. Cute. Maybe she's just as much of a bully as he is... being compatible with her Servant really is troublesome and handy in all sorts of ways, huh?
But she's pried a little honesty out of him. And she can feel just how badly she's working him up. So maybe it's time for her to be... just a little nicer. ]
I mean... just look what a mess you made.
[ She slowly slides the sagging straps of her sundress down her arms - and then the front of the dress as well. Just enough for him to really see just how many marks are still dotted all over her skin.
And, you know. Anything else under her dress he might want to look at. This was supposed to be her being nicer, right? ]
[ Oberon can't suppress the need to suck in a breath. God, she's beautiful... and even moreso with his handiwork. From where she's straddled, she'll be able to feel the way he presses up against her a little harder.
"Nicer" his ass, she's still torturing him. ]
Fuck, you're beautiful...
[ In yet another show of honesty being forcefully dragged out of him, the words come out, unable to remain simply in his head. ]
[ . . . Hm. People say that sort of thing about her all the time - she's pretty, she's beautiful, she's cute and youthful and all the rest of it - but hearing him say it in that voice while she looks like this...
A soft little breath comes sighing out of her and that mischievous smile once again warms into something sweet. ]
Tch. Don't think I'll let you off easy just because you're flattering me.
[ ... is what she says, but she leans in to give him a proper kiss. If he's going to say something that sweet, she can actually be a little nicer this time. ... Even if she is still nipping at his mouth to tease him.
She really must look all kinds of disgraceful right now - with her white dress pooled around her hips, bites and hickeys plain as day anywhere you'd care to look.
But Oberon's the only one looking. So what does it matter. ]
[ Oberon's never held back on his distaste for humanity's idol culture... but it did give him a woman so similar to him that they were able to meet, and more than that...
...having this sight all to himself doesn't sound too bad. ]
Of course not...
[ He nips back, of course... what better kiss is there for him than one where they're biting each other, after all? But more than that, as if to punish her for showing him mercy, he gives her a bit of a counterattack.
His arms wrap around her, holding her against his body as he starts to lightly thrust his hips upward against her, pressing up against her and returning the favor for before. ]
[ Her voice tumbles out of her mouth into the kiss, low and warm and sweet. The second time it comes out it's louder, rough edged and more heated. The third time, it comes out as a laugh. ]
Ah... sorry, are you getting a little impatient? Did I tease you a little too much?
[ At least she admits it... But going by the smile she's wearing, she's not letting up on it any time soon. ]
Jeez. After all that last night and you're still this worked up? ... Not that I can talk...
[ It's good, though. Just enough to itch at that needy impatience in her belly and just enough to make it that bit worse.
Maybe she's the one who can't control herself. After all, she started it. ]
And who's fault is that? I seriously didn't think you'd be this insatiable...
[ She's on top, she's in control... yet they both want each other just as desperately as the other. ]
Yeah... let's make this a dream to remember...
[ As if it wasn't already with the movie and everything? He wants to touch her properly... he wants her to touch him properly... be it in reality or in a dream, he wants her. He needs her. ]
It's like I said, isn't it? We're just as bad as each other. Isn't that why we're such a good match?
[ She's only mostly sure the Throne doesn't take this kind of thing into account at this point...
So she'll let him touch as much as she likes. There's really no point in having this dress on anymore so she lifts out up and over her head - with it gone, it's all bare skin and... ]
Oh. Huh. They're white this time. ... I'm pretty sure I didn't do that on purpose, but...
[ it seriously took her that long to notice what she was wearing under her own dress...??? In her defence, a certain someone had her pet distracted but still... ]
[ He lets out a laugh of his own, amused and fond all at once. ]
Hah... white after black?
[ The irony of her dressed so purely after the events of last night is hardly lost on him... but hey, who is he to complain about being treated to both black and white in a single night?
He can't quite undress with her straddling him like this, but he shrugs off his fur stole and cloak before leaning up to plant kisses on her bare body, on the marks that he so generously made on her, claiming her as his.
Though now it's her turn to claim him, isn't it? ]
I guess it would've been pretty dumb to wear black under a white dress...
[ Right. This was definitely a choice her brain made for her based purely on practicality and nothing else. Sure.
Her arms curl around him as he leans in - wrapped loosely around his neck, just enough that she can hug him against her, face pressed into his hair. It's not that she'd disliked just how much of a bully he'd been last night but this is...
It's nice. It's more gentle than she'd been expecting after she'd worked him up into such a state. ]
Even though it's a dream, you're still really warm.
[ She dips her head down and presses a kiss of her own to the crown of his head. With his stole out of the way, her fingers stroke down the back of his neck and slide delicately under the collar of his shirt. ]
[ She's practically holding his face to her chest like this, something he goes along with gratefully. He peppers her chest with kisses, considerably more gentle compared to last night, when he bit her again and again without rest... but while he's being gentler with her now, he's still... well, him. Every so often, she'll be able to feel him nibble at her chest while his hands move to her back to unclip her pure white bra. ]
So are you... we really are as bad as each other...
[ He continues to rock his hips against her, grinding himself against her and continuing to edge them both more and more. ]
[ Her breath comes out airy and soft and hot in time with his touch. She's flushed pink all the way down her neck and she keeps thinking of just how ridiculous it is to be doing this here, doing it in the middle of a dream, but -
Nobody ever chooses her. Nobody ever asks her to love them and wants it to come from Hoshino Ai. Can she really be blamed for indulging them both like this? ]
There's no point in trying to leave any marks on me in here, is there?
[ Not that it sounds like she's complaining... ]
... But it does feel good. No wonder you're getting so impatient, though.
[ She meets him with a slow, deliberate drag of her hips against him that makes her own breath catch in her throat. ]
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And yet... ]
Pfft...! [ Another giggle comes puffing out against his lips and she pulls back just enough to speak. ] I guess I did say I wanted you to be honest with me...
[ She shifts her hips a bit - just enough to press into him and make him very aware of all the places their bodies are touching. The little part of her brain that remembers how to be embarrassed does its best to speak up and remind her where they are but she shuts it up. They're in a dream. So why does it matter? ]
But I could always stop. If it's a little too much.
[ She tilts her head. ]
So should I stop?
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Are they the worst movie-goers or what? They talk during the movie, make out during the movie, are obnoxiously affectionate during the movie... and now here they are, doing this right in a public theater.
Not that there's anybody else there, but... ]
I... you...
[ Oh that's cruel of her, asking him if she should stop. There's only one answer he can give, and she's making him say it out loud? What did he do to deserve this?
The hours he spent bullying her in much the same way, that's what.]Don't... don't ask that now, idiot...
[ He could easily turn the tables, hoist her up and reverse their positions, plow her silly for the rest of this dream so that she knows her place...
...but that look in her eyes somehow manages to keep him completely pinned. ]
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[ It didn't sound even a little like that. In fact, when he's looking up at her with that uncharacteristically overwhelmed face, when he's making a sweet little noise like that...
Well. All of a sudden she thinks she might understand why he took so much evident delight in being so awful to her last night.
She leans in a little - her hands are braced on either side of him, steadying herself on the back of the seat. Like this, her skirt's ridden up her thighs a little. One of the straps holding up her dress has slid down her shoulder. All of a sudden, she feels so wonderfully shameless that she really can't hold back.
But even with her expression suddenly so mischievous, something about it is soft as well. ]
Oberon. [ Her voice is dangerously sweet as she presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. ] Can I keep going?
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G...
[ His words catch on his throat, still overwhelmed by what she's doing to him and how much he likes it... he thought he would only find this kind of enjoyment in having her at his mercy... and yet here he is, feeling much the same way at being at her mercy. ]
G... Go on, then...
[ He's still going to make her pay for this later, though. Even though it's just in a dream, he silently vows to make a complete mess of her again in reality as soon as her body can just barely take it. ]
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Mm. Alright then. [ And just like that, the mischief is back. ] What was it you said...
[ With her hands anchored to the back of the chair she's in the perfect position to press into him even more shamelessly. Even with this many layers between their bare skin, the friction already feels much too good to resist. ]
I'll go ahead and help myself. ⭐
[ And with that, she kisses him properly - while making sure to nip at his bottom lip, of course. See how you like it, buster. ]
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M-Mn...!
[ Yet even as he swears to leave her in even more of a ruined state than she was when they both passed out, he lets her grind up against him, coaxing yet another soft groan before her teeth find his lip. ]
Why you...
[ Still, even if he's defenseless... that doesn't mean he can't return the favor at least a little. She nips at his bottom lip, so he nips back... all while his hands start to roam her body, feeling her just like he had done last night, even through the various layers still on them. ]
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Jeez, you're already super impatient, huh? I've barely teased you at all and you're already...
[ Well, at least she's admitting what she's doing...
Rather than finishing her sentence though, she turns her attention to more important matters - shedding her jacket and letting it drop to the floor. The irony of wearing a pure white sundress for something like this... she can't say she doesn't appreciate it. ]
Heehee. There. Is that a little better?
[ She has not, incidentally, let up on rocking her hips into his this whole time. ]
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[ There’s no point in sugarcoating it, he’s hard as a rock. Each grind, each rock of her hips, is driving him mad. ]
Ugh… you’re a devious woman, you know that…?
[ No more than he’s a devious Servant, that is. The irony of her pure white appearance isn’t lost on him either… especially when it contrasts with the woman he corrupted himself. ]
…Yeah, much better.
[ He says, his hands now moving to go under her dress to feel the bare skin underneath. ]
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Of course I am. I'm your Master, aren't I?
[ In other words, they're just as bad as each other. But he should know that by now, right?
She dips her head down so she can kiss him again - only once and briefly at that before her lips press to his cheek, the corner of his eye. She might as well let him have his fill of touching her before she gets really mean. ]
Besides. Isn't this all your fault? You were the one who dragged me in here.
[ This time, her lips find their way to his ear, where her voice puffs out in a warm breath. ]
Who even knows what you were planning.
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H-Huh!? You came in here on your own, and I'm not the one who wants to do this in a dream right after... hnngh...
[ He can't even get out a sentence with her on him like this, making it increasingly clear just how bad his defenses are. It really is just a matter of who gets the first strike with them, isn't it?
It has him rattled, responding so indignantly to her claim that he brought her here explicitly for this when he should (supposedly) be able to just brush it off. ]
I-I'll... remember this, damn it...!
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[ She presses the words in with a kiss - and then a bite, tugging on his ear with her teeth just enough to sting. See? She can play at this, too. ]
Besides. There's no way you're ever going to make me believe you don't want this just as much. I can feel it right here.
[ Another agonisingly slow drag of her hips against him. If it's already stirring a pleasant impatience in her belly, then she feels pretty confident that it's at least twice as bad for him. ]
So you really are the type who's totally defenceless when you're caught off guard... that's so cute.
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[ It's a completely new look for him, his face flushed completely red. He practically shudders when she bites his ear, and that slow grind. ]
Fuck...
[ Twice as bad? Try three times... he's desperate for her to do more, the layers containing the large dead giveaway of how much he's enjoying this only serving to edge him even further... yet he's incapable of pushing her down.
All he can do is fight back as best as he can, so as to retain at least some of his pride. ]
Defenseless... as if you can talk...!
[ His hands start to run up her chest, fingers tracing the various marks on her skin, even in this dream. Clearly, he didn't bite her enough, seeing as how she's all too willing to turn the tables on him. ]
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Of course I'm defenceless. I'm an idol, aren't I? And I was getting picked on by an awful bully like you. There's no way I'd ever be able to stand up for myself.
[ Another kiss - this time to his jaw as she makes her way back to his mouth. ]
So what's your excuse for not being able to stand up to a helpless little bunny like me? Unless...
[ Back to his mouth, another kiss much too quick to be really satisfying. ]
You just don't want to?
[ She settles against him, the warm press of her body at once a promise and a threat. And her low, honeyed voice is certainly the latter. ]
Oberon. You said it yourself. If it's here, you can be a little more honest, right?
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Nn... a bunny, huh? What are you, a bunny in heat, then...?
[ Something something mating like rabbits... he can't even get that retort out properly like this. Her voice is honeyed... a honeytrap that no insect can escape from.
He turns his head away from her, red taking over the pale of his face all too easily. ]
Of... of course I don't...
[ How could he ever want to when it feels this good? ]
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[ He's all flustered. Cute. Maybe she's just as much of a bully as he is... being compatible with her Servant really is troublesome and handy in all sorts of ways, huh?
But she's pried a little honesty out of him. And she can feel just how badly she's working him up. So maybe it's time for her to be... just a little nicer. ]
I mean... just look what a mess you made.
[ She slowly slides the sagging straps of her sundress down her arms - and then the front of the dress as well. Just enough for him to really see just how many marks are still dotted all over her skin.
And, you know. Anything else under her dress he might want to look at. This was supposed to be her being nicer, right? ]
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"Nicer" his ass, she's still torturing him. ]
Fuck, you're beautiful...
[ In yet another show of honesty being forcefully dragged out of him, the words come out, unable to remain simply in his head. ]
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A soft little breath comes sighing out of her and that mischievous smile once again warms into something sweet. ]
Tch. Don't think I'll let you off easy just because you're flattering me.
[ ... is what she says, but she leans in to give him a proper kiss. If he's going to say something that sweet, she can actually be a little nicer this time. ... Even if she is still nipping at his mouth to tease him.
She really must look all kinds of disgraceful right now - with her white dress pooled around her hips, bites and hickeys plain as day anywhere you'd care to look.
But Oberon's the only one looking. So what does it matter. ]
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...having this sight all to himself doesn't sound too bad. ]
Of course not...
[ He nips back, of course... what better kiss is there for him than one where they're biting each other, after all? But more than that, as if to punish her for showing him mercy, he gives her a bit of a counterattack.
His arms wrap around her, holding her against his body as he starts to lightly thrust his hips upward against her, pressing up against her and returning the favor for before. ]
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Ah... sorry, are you getting a little impatient? Did I tease you a little too much?
[ At least she admits it... But going by the smile she's wearing, she's not letting up on it any time soon. ]
Jeez. After all that last night and you're still this worked up? ... Not that I can talk...
[ It's good, though. Just enough to itch at that needy impatience in her belly and just enough to make it that bit worse.
Maybe she's the one who can't control herself. After all, she started it. ]
Maybe you'd want to touch me properly, then?
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[ She's on top, she's in control... yet they both want each other just as desperately as the other. ]
Yeah... let's make this a dream to remember...
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It's like I said, isn't it? We're just as bad as each other. Isn't that why we're such a good match?
[ She's only mostly sure the Throne doesn't take this kind of thing into account at this point...
So she'll let him touch as much as she likes. There's really no point in having this dress on anymore so she lifts out up and over her head - with it gone, it's all bare skin and... ]
Oh. Huh. They're white this time. ... I'm pretty sure I didn't do that on purpose, but...
[ it seriously took her that long to notice what she was wearing under her own dress...??? In her defence, a certain someone had her pet distracted but still... ]
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Hah... white after black?
[ The irony of her dressed so purely after the events of last night is hardly lost on him... but hey, who is he to complain about being treated to both black and white in a single night?
He can't quite undress with her straddling him like this, but he shrugs off his fur stole and cloak before leaning up to plant kisses on her bare body, on the marks that he so generously made on her, claiming her as his.
Though now it's her turn to claim him, isn't it? ]
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[ Right. This was definitely a choice her brain made for her based purely on practicality and nothing else. Sure.
Her arms curl around him as he leans in - wrapped loosely around his neck, just enough that she can hug him against her, face pressed into his hair. It's not that she'd disliked just how much of a bully he'd been last night but this is...
It's nice. It's more gentle than she'd been expecting after she'd worked him up into such a state. ]
Even though it's a dream, you're still really warm.
[ She dips her head down and presses a kiss of her own to the crown of his head. With his stole out of the way, her fingers stroke down the back of his neck and slide delicately under the collar of his shirt. ]
I guess I did get you a little heated up, though.
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So are you... we really are as bad as each other...
[ He continues to rock his hips against her, grinding himself against her and continuing to edge them both more and more. ]
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Nobody ever chooses her. Nobody ever asks her to love them and wants it to come from Hoshino Ai. Can she really be blamed for indulging them both like this? ]
There's no point in trying to leave any marks on me in here, is there?
[ Not that it sounds like she's complaining... ]
... But it does feel good. No wonder you're getting so impatient, though.
[ She meets him with a slow, deliberate drag of her hips against him that makes her own breath catch in her throat. ]
This isn't enough for you, is it?
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