decorator | a stolen fruit; a childish sin has taken root

[ It's a little easier to keep herself quiet while they kiss - but not easy. Even with her voice spilling directly into his mouth, she has to take care not to make any noises loud enough to carry in the first place. Her words, too, come out in another hiss. ]

I would've used my last Command Seal if you'd even thought about it!

[ Even she doesn't know how much of that is false bravado. Given how quickly she's given in to this, she doesn't want to think about how much worse things would've gone elsewhere. ]

You're not even going to let me take any of this off, are you? You're awful.

[ That's what she says, anyway - but the hand clinging to his hoodie tightens and she's gloriously pliant and cooperative when it comes to his touch. Even if she really is mad, it's not enough to make him stop. ]

[ Her words are so false to his eyes it almost makes him laugh again. Hell, he doesn't even need his eyes, her body is reacting so positively that the idea that she wouldn't have melted within seconds no matter where they went is preposterous. But this is the ideal place to do this. After all... it means he doesn't have to worry about interruptions. ]

Of course not...!

[ What you're wearing is the best part, Ai... it's what provoked him so thoroughly. Riled him up to the point that if he doesn't get to the main event soon, he feels as if he'd die right then and there.

So the instant he can feel with his fingers that she's ready for him... his hands leave those places in order to grip Ai's thighs and spread her legs. At some point, he had undone his own pants enough so that he himself was ready... and honestly, this might be the fastest Ai had ever gotten him to this state.

Which truly goes to show just how unbearably attractive Ai's appearance was, even if she remains fully unaware of it. ]

[ Her voice catches a little on the way out. She's gotten used enough to Oberon that she's... not forgotten, exactly, just how much taller and stronger than her he is but it doesn't occupy quite as much of her mind as it used to. Now, though, she's suddenly so overly aware of it that it makes her mouth dry up a little. Not only that, but she hadn't even done anything (at least not on purpose) this time and he's already...

Jeez. He really is just asking her to let it go to her head. ]

J-just wait a second, this bench is...

[ It's absolutely not going to withstand their weight, even if he was as gentle as she knows he won't be. So her arms wind around his neck and hold on, tight. ]

... if you're going to do this, hold onto me properly.

[ He's already made it very clear she doesn't weigh a thing to him. ]

[ Somehow, despite being the cause of this situation, as unintentional as it may have been... Ai manages to be a voice of reason. She's right, after all. Chances are that if he had been allowed to keep going like that, that bench would've been destroyed.

Being able to give him an even better idea certainly helps in that regard as well. ]

Ai...!

[ He suddenly hoists her up, his hands gripping her waist and easily lifting her up as though she weighed merely feathers. He holds her like this, positioned just above his length... his eyes looking into hers as she wraps her arms around him and holds on tight.

...And drops her down onto it, all in one go. ]

[ Oh. She'd been doing such a good job of keeping her voice down but that makes it come punching out of her in a rush of helpless, gasping breath. Her arms tighten around his neck, even though she trusts him to keep hold of her - she needs something to steady herself with.

She's trembling already. Actually, when exactly did she start? Knowing herself, it was probably the moment his teeth found her throat. ]

You really are the worst...! [ It's only just barely loud enough for him to hear but her voice is - breathy and needy, too. ] You didn't even give me any warning... ah...

[ With her arms around his neck, she manages to pull herself up just enough to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. ]

You really couldn't take it...?

[ She still may not fully understand why, but she's right. He couldn't take it any longer. He needed to be inside her, needed to take her like this. Already he had been holding back as per her request... but when she came out looking like that, it all stopped mattering.

His arms hold her steady as he starts to ram into her from below. It doesn't even matter to him if anybody hears her cries as he allows himself to run wild... in fact, let them hear. Let them hear and speculate as to what's going on inside here, it won't change that she's all his.

He'll be doing her right here until he's completely satisfied. ]

Ai... Ai... Ai...!

[ The way he starts to breathlessly repeat her name as wreaks havoc upon her body should be all the answer she needs as to how badly he needed her. ]

[ It's not quite the same but - that breathless neediness in his voice makes her think of the last time they'd done something like this, in the world's least appropriate place. At least the theater had been completely private, sealed away from everyone else to the furthest extent it could be. This is about as far from private as you can get with four walls and a roof around you and that breathless need is probably why. And she can hear it in her own voice as well, even as she tries not to let it pour out of her. She'd been the one to insist she'd be mad if he went too far, if there were any embarrassing marks left on her skin in time for summer but... it's not as though she doesn't want to be touched. It's not like she doesn't want to be loved like this.

Oberon's the only one who ever would, after all. He loves staining pretty things so much.

She realizes in that same moment that as much as she doesn't want anyone else hearing her voice and realizing what's going on... she also doesn't want them to hear him either for an entirely different reason. Oberon saying her name like that is something that's just hers. Embarrassment isn't even a factor in her not wanting anyone else to have it.

So she kisses him. She swallows the sound of her name and every other noise out of his mouth like she could keep them that way. ... and she bites him, of course. That's what they do, isn't it? ]

[ It's a strange conflict of interests for Oberon. On one hand, he wants her all to himself... to let no one else have her. But the idea that as an idol, she would belong to everybody... it infuriates him. Therefore, he wants to hold her all to himself... while also making it known that he's doing so.

That they both enjoy being bitten by the other tracks all too well, in that sense... but having Ai treat him with that same possessiveness, keeping all of this to him and herself...

...well, he can't say that doesn't delight him either. ]

Mn...

[ He returns the kiss, bite and all. If she wants him to be all hers, then he's happy to make that the case.

He pushes her up against the wall, making love to her with renewed effort and force. He can feel a month's worth of pent-up desire finally being released... energy he kept to himself out of respect for her wish to actually be able to wear a swimsuit in public.

Now he's just making up for lost time. ]

[ Even if his teeth don't touch anywhere on her body - and Ai knows better than to make that assumption - she's going to be bruised and scraped by the time they're done here regardless. His fingers dig into her waist and she knows from the way her back meets the wall that she's going to be marked there, too. Maybe she really will have to steal his hoodie if she wants to look even a little presentable on the way home today.

But of course, it's hard to worry too much about later when he's making such a mess of her now. She's still doing her best to keep quiet but that bite makes a familiar squeak rise out of her mouth and it's followed by a huff as her arms tighten around his neck. ]

If you're not careful, we really will get caught and it'll be all your fault.

[ Says the girl actually making the noise... and even as she scolds him, her moans haven't stopped pouring out. ]

Look who's talking...!

[ He says, despite the fact that he's certainly not making it any easier. He bites her lip again and again, grips her waist hard enough to bruise, presses her up against the rough wall inside this cabin...

She's honestly doing a remarkable job of keeping her noises contained, considering that Oberon is doing everything in his power to make that as hard as possible. Case and point, he finally breaks their kiss... so that he can bite down on her shoulder, adding yet another mark to her body. ]

Well, that's all your-!

[ ... is all she manages to get out before her voice breaks. Breathy and hot and, somehow, not quite loud enough to carry out of the cabin. But just loud enough that she immediately presses her face to the side of his neck to try and muffle it. ]

Don't- don't bite me like that, not here...!

[ Even without being able to see them for what they are, her protests are particularly pathetic, not helped at all by the way her body curls into him, tight and pliant all at once, or the way her legs squeeze tight around him too. Maybe she doesn't want to get caught doing this but that certainly doesn't mean she wants him to stop. ]

[ He doesn't let up, continuing to relentlessly bully her despite her protests. Perhaps he'd have considered letting up if she weren't also practically curling around him, arms around his neck and legs around his waist as he continues to piston into her.

Being caught would be far more harm than good, not even Oberon wants that... but it clearly doesn't show, since he continues to edge that risk while she continues to insist that he doesn't stop. ]

Hah...! As if...!

[ He'll bite her all he wants, he'll finally mark her as his again and alleviate the frustration of her skin being so clear and untainted. From her shoulder he goes back to her neck, putting another bite mark just below the first... and then the other side of her neck, her other shoulder, her neck again... ]

[ It's not fair. It's so not fair in the least and yet - can Ai really say it's all just his fault? They'd spent all that time getting used to touching and having each other and then she'd insisted on spending a month barely even letting him touch her. Maybe this is just as much her fault as it is his. They're as bad as each other, after all.

That means it's been just as long for her since she's felt her skin give way under his teeth and she absolutely can't hold back her voice anymore. It's not loud, but it's soft and intense, right into his ear with each bite. It's so good it isn't fair. And while he's still being so rough, while he'd already worked her into such a state even before they'd gotten started, is it really a surprise that it doesn't take much to push her over the edge?

She struggles to keep herself quiet as she does. It comes through more in her body, the way she tightens and tenses and shudders but it's in her voice, too - gasping little moans and repetitions of his name. But even as she's trembling like that, the way her legs tighten around him even more makes it clear she's still wanting more. ]

[ He can only hope that their mutual uncontrollable need for each other mitigates what his eventual punishment for this will be... but that, like everything else, is a thought for later. ]

Ai...!

[ He thrusts into her, treats her as if he wants to break her, litters her neck and shoulders with bite marks and finally... he kisses her again, biting at her lips but still deeply kissing his beloved Master as the wall creaks with each thrust...

...and at the same time, silencing her moans as he hits his first release inside her. Right here, in a place decidedly public even though they have privacy. ]

[ There really is no middle ground, is there? Sometimes he touches her like she's something so delicate he's afraid of holding onto her too tight. And times like this, he does it like tarnishing the surface and making her as dirty as he can is the only thing on his mind. Maybe that's why she loves it so much. Everyone wants her to be something so pure and neat as an idol that having someone want her badly enough to make her dirty is just...

Dirty really is the word for it, too. The bites are bad enough, but her body's going to be such a mess by the time he's done it isn't even funny. So the last thing she should do is provoke him. It's the absolute worst thing she could do.

... So: ]

... Heehee. [ Her laugh comes out breathless and warm but something about it is still... ] That was a little quicker than I expected... Was it because you'd been waiting all month?

[ She gives him a little smile - the kind just begging to be wiped off her face. ]

That's so cute.

Huh...!?

[ Oberon is in the middle of coming down from his peak, gasping for breath and—while not intent on stopping—willing to give her a brief moment to catch her breath as well.

Then she does that, and well... ]

What, you think we're done here...!?

[ Provoking him is definitely a good way to make him want to break you, that's for sure...

He suddenly turns her around, facing her outward instead of inward... almost as if putting her on display, even though nobody else can see her. He manhandles her into this position effortlessly, and without skipping a beat, immediately starts thrusting again.

You reap what you sow, Hoshino Ai... ]

[ Even though she'd provoked him knowing full well what'd happen, it still knocks the air right out of her when it does. She barely has enough time to brace her hands against the wall and for her toes to find the ground before she's jolted forward and all her breath comes out in a startled moan. ]

Aah... ahah...! Was that a little too mean?

[ She's quivering head to toe, so oversensitive already that her feet are squirming against the floor - provoking him even more is the last thing she should be doing but... ]

What's so bad - ah - what's so bad about me calling you cute?

Oh, you know why...!

[ Is it because it flusters him so much that this is the only way for him to respond? ~~Possibly.~~ Even though she's literally shaking from the overstimulation, he doesn't slow down for a second, treating her just as roughly as—if not rougher than—ever.

He presses his teeth to the back of her neck, biting down especially hard in response to her further provocations. With her feet now on the floor, his hands come up to grope her chest again, his fingers roughly digging into her skin as he does so. Whether it's bite marks or bruises from his rough handling of her... she's practically asking him to make an even worse mess of her now. ]

[ They've done this a shameful amount of times by now, even in the time they've been together - enough so that she knows what it feels like when he bites down on other parts of her body. Her shoulders, her thighs, her belly. The delicate nape of her neck is new but more than just new it's unexpected and her reaction is immediate. Her whole body tenses around him to the point that she rises up onto her toes and the noise she makes is sharp and high, so shameless and embarrassing even to her own ears that she takes one hand off the wall to press over her mouth. But even as she does so, a breathless laugh tumbles out as well. ]

Are you that mad that I said it? [ This time when she laughs, it's pulled in on an inhale. ] It really is cute when you get that embarrassed.

[ She definitely isn't going to be the winner here and making him even more riled up won't help at all... but since he embarrassed her so much by carrying her here, doesn't she deserve to bite back just a bit? ]

[ She can bite back all she wants... so long as she's aware that the more she does so, the more she'll be struggling to walk when Oberon is done. He's thrusting into her with such force that it feels like he might fuck her through the wall. If the sounds she's making aren't alerting people outside as to what's going on inside this cabin, then the thumping and creaking from each time he rams his hips against hers just might. ]

Hngh...!

[ His hands roughly squeeze and pull at her chest, frankly abusing her soft mounds, any gentleness in his touch rapidly vanishing every time she calls him cute. ~~Seems she's found a good way to set him off further, then.~~ ]

[ She forgets sometimes what the enhanced strength of a Servant means until Oberon's really rough with her like this. The worst part is that she knows for a fact that this isn't anywhere close to being as bad as it could be and yet, her thighs are still going to end up bruised and sore - and never mind what he's doing with his hands. Her bruises are going to be marked with his fingerprints if he keeps this up and yet - ]

Ah- aah, Oberon, that hurts... th-those are delicate, you know?!

[- she loves it. His hands squeezing her breasts, abusing them even, is sending bolts of heat shooting up all throughout her body. Her skin feels red and swollen and tender beneath his fingertips but that only adds fuel to the ache in her belly growing hotter and brighter with each rough squeeze. It's like all that pent up desire is being kneaded into her skin with the press of his fingers, in each hot panting breath against the stinging nape of her neck. ]

Hah...! Are they now...!?

[ She's already a mess, moreso than when she came out of the water. Her protests, her words that what he's abusing are delicate, only serve to stoke him further. She can't see him, but he can't help but grin... and continue to treat her "delicate" chest with about as much delicacy as throwing a glass vase against the floor. Squeezing hard enough to bruise, pinching and pulling at her nipples...

By the end of this, the bruises on her are going to look downright concerning... but he can feel how much she loves it.

He starts to bite her again. Her neck, her shoulders... he even bites down on her ear, though he can only keep his teeth there momentarily because of his own intense movements elsewhere. ]

[ Her voice crests into a high, keening whine, the sound broken apart by her short, shallow gasps for air. She'd known even without having to think about it that her halfhearted protest wouldn't do anything but encourage him, but still! Her entire body trembles around him, her feet are squirming even more, barely able to lay flat on the floor and she's had to brace both hands back against the wall to keep herself upright. Each rough pinch and squeeze of her breasts sends sparks skittering across her skin and makes her arch against him, rocking back harder into each thrust to try to match his pace. ]

Y-yes, they are! And you're treating them like that, you're awful, you're- aah-

[- and the biting. She's torn between sorry and delighted that it was ever something the two of them realized she liked as much as she does. His mouth is hot and sharp and everywhere and Ai can barely manage to catch her breath. ]

You're biting me so much - haaah - ah, Oberooonn... it hurts...

[- but it's so lovely, the sting of it lighting up every nerve ending along her skin like a fuse leading straight down to that bright hot knot in her belly. ]

[ Who knew that becoming a Master would domino into discovering you're a masochist... the Holy Grail War sure is something, isn't it? He doesn't hold back... he doesn't even touch her playfully. Almost every touch is accompanied by some kind of pain, be it squeezing her too hard or thrusting with all the gentleness of a jackhammer...

...and here Ai is, keening and arching and moaning the whole while, with him reaching deeper with each thrust as if aiming to strike at the knot in her belly.

If only she could see the kind of look she has on her face right now... he'd bully her about it relentlessly. ]

It hurts...? You want me to stop, then...!?

[ He says, still thrusting as wildly as ever, incapable of stopping, not even to bully her. One hand finally leaves her abused and battered breast, but it's running down her stomach and proceeding lower... ]

No, no, no, I don't want that...!

[ She can't help but whine it, plaintive as it is, even knowing that he's well beyond being able to stop himself by now - but even the suggestion that he might is enough to make her protest vehemently. Her toes curl, her legs tremble, sweat trickles down her back and all the while Ai rocks back to meet his every thrust, aching for more despite everything. ]

Don't stop... Oberon, please don't stop, it hurts but I love it, I love it so please don't stop, don't stop...

[- and she's already begging, too, practically pleading with him to keep hurting her, to keep touching her like this even if it aches and stings. The more marks and bruises the better.

It almost feels like something's coming unravelled inside of her, maybe her restraint or her reason and she's not entirely interested in putting it back together again.

The promise of his touch right where she's the most needy and sensitive has her squirming eagerly, trying to press forward into it even before his fingers reach their destination. She's a mess, embarrassingly so, so much that she can feel it slicking her thighs but all she can think of is how much more of a mess she wants him to make of her. ]

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