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

[ With her straddling him, his hands are once again able to rest on her hips. His slick length is pressed right up against her... she may as well be declaring to the world how needy she is. ]

Oh...? But you've yet to serve me the main course...

[ God, he can barely make himself sound composed after what just happened, but he's doing his best. ]

Or maybe you want me to take it by force...?

[ Her answering laugh is warm and fond - bright and clear but not as polished as an idol's delicate little giggle. She might be dressed up as Ai of B-Komachi but it's Hoshino Ai who's back in his arms now. ]

That's not what you asked for though, is it? What happened to me taking care of you?

[ Not that she really minds how this happens either way, but...

Her fingers lace together behind his neck and her smile turns a little sly. ]

You're still all shaky, too. I don't know if you could even manage even if you wanted to try.

[ Her eyes are twinkling. Like that, there's no way to mistake her words as anything but a challenge. Or maybe an invitation. When it's the two of them, is there much difference? ]

[ It can't be anything but a challenge... and while he's in certainly no position to be prideful right now, he can't just let that slide. ]

Oh yeah...? Well...

[ His hand moves down to part her panties and expose her entrance, and mustering what strength he still has after being embarrassingly coaxed into coming twice... he grips her by her thighs, lifts her up as effortlessly as ever, and slams her down onto himself in one quick motion. ]

Ahh... still think I can't...? Or are you going to take care of me properly, now?

[ The sound that comes gasping out of Ai's mouth is particularly undignified - halfway between blissed out relief and a choked cry of surprise. ]

Oberoooon...!

[ His name comes out as well, in what can really only be called a whine. But it's not hard to tell that she's enjoying this just as much as he is, especially with the way her whole body shudders. ]

You really are unfair, you know...?! How am I supposed to take care of you if you're so rough with me...

[ But it's so wonderful to finally feel him like this, when she'd been worked to the edge of her impatience like she had. Smaller, breathier noises spill out of her too, as she leans forward - her lips find his ear and her voice drops again into that deadly murmur. ]

So you have to hold back, okay? No matter how rough you wanna be... Just let me take care of you.

[ Then she kisses the shell of his ear and rocks her hips under his hands - grinding down on him, letting him sink deeper, finding a slow, tender rhythm that suits what they both want. ]

[ He's done a good job of hiding it, but god... shoving himself into her while still coming down from his last climax is rough. He realizes that if either of them went rough right now, he really wouldn't last long at all... ]

Mn...

[ At the very least, he doesn't regret it, though. ]

Oh, alright... but you'd better take good care of me, lest I get impatient and take over...

[ Against his ear, her breath puffs out in a soft laugh. ]

Nope. Sorry. You're not allowed, no matter how impatient you get. You asked me to take care of you, so that's exactly what I'll do.

[ And as promised, she keeps up that slow, steady rhythm. Even as her hips rock against him, she hugs him tight, bodies pressed warmly together. Like this, it's just a little more intimate. ]

You're always taking over, you know. I never get to be gentle with you.

[ She pours those words right into his ear, soft and breathy. ]

So just this once, you have to let me. No - just this once, I won't let you interrupt. Okay?

[ Here she is, literally penetrated on his dick... and they're trying to be more intimate. Honestly, was this the only way their relationship could've ended up? ]

Ai...

[ God does it work, though. Her hips rocking against his is already enough to coax pleasured groans out of him, but the feeling of her body against his... well, if that isn't the best part out of all of this... ]

Ah... so needy tonight...

[ His hastily-repaired facade is already starting to crumble, huh? ]

You sure are. [ As if she was going to let that slide. ] You carried me right in here without setting me down once and you were the one begging me to look after you... I guess you had a lot of steam to blow off, huh?

[ As if Ai's not the same. She's just doing a little better at pretending otherwise this time. But she's absolutely going to use it to her advantage. ]

I wasn't kidding when I said it made me really happy, you know. You fought so hard for me the whole time. Actually, that's what you're always doing...

[ The brush of her lips turns into another kiss right against his ear. ]

I guess you just love me way too much.

I was talking about y—nn...

[ God, she feels way too good for him to be thinking of retorts. It's strange, that Oberon's unrelenting roughness is what leaves Ai speechless... while it's her loving gentleness that leaves him in the same state. ]

Nngh... don't act like you weren't... hah...

[ His hips start to buck, wanting more from the way she's rocking her hips... ]

Ah-ah-ah. What did I just say? You have to hold back, okay?

[ The steady rhythm she'd settled then into slows for just a second so she can press a little more of her weight into him - like she could hold him still that way. Both of them know full well that there's no way Ai should physically pin him no matter how much she tried but it's the principle of the thing...! ]

It's okay. I'll take care of you properly. I'll make sure you feel really good.

[ More of those breathy promises, more kisses. A bite, tugging on his ear with her teeth just hard enough to sting and be soothed by her tongue. ]

So trust me, okay? Let me do it like this. Hold onto me as tight as you need to. I promise you'll love it.

Nn... A-Ai...

[ Her weight is nothing, but it gets the point across, and his hips still... despite how infuriating that is for him to hold himself back. ]

C-Come on, Ai... you're going—agh...

[ One arm wraps around her waist, the other around her back, holding her tight. He needs more... desperately so. ]

Am I driving you a little crazy? See how you like it, then.

[ But she's in the mood to be a little merciful, it seems - she starts to move again and this time it's quicker, with a little more force behind it. With her pressed against him like she is, it's easier for her to angle herself into a long, deep drag in and out that makes her breath pour out against his skin. ]

See? It's good like this too, right? I never get a chance to be this gentle with you but since you were such a good boy today, I think you deserve it.

[ Her arms around his neck squeeze him gently. ]

It feels good, right? You like it, right? Ah, but you can't say it, huh... that's okay. Just hug me really tight if it feels good, okay?

[ As gentle as her pace his, her voice is equally relentless... ]

A-Ah... Ai...!

[ He does exactly that... squeezing her tight, hugging her close, pressing her chest warmly against his own as she rocks her hips. Each long thrust earns a soft groan out of him, easing closer and closer to being that of a moan. ]

Hah... hah... d-don't call me... hngh...

[ He says, as if he hasn't called her a "good girl" on so many occasions... ]

[ They're so close lit this, it's lovely. His heart's practically beating out of his chest, too... he's too cute. When they're this close together, she wonders if he can feel how hard hers is pounding, too. ]

Ah? I shouldn't say it? But you like hearing it, don't you? Or is it not enough? Let's see...

[ One hand finds its way to the top of his head and she slowly strokes his hair, each one coming in time with the rhythm of her hips. ]

You've been such a good boy. You did your best for me today. I'm so glad. Keep holding me tight and keep loving me like this... and I'll do my best too.

[ "I'll love you too." ]

...!

[ He all but tenses up against her as her words spill from her mouth. To think that they'd reach this point... this point where she'd freely wield words that would affect him this strongly. Her hands in his hair, her chest against his, the rhythm of her hips slapping against his again and again...

It's enough to drive anyone mad, he thinks. ]

Ai...!

[ He suddenly holds her tighter, one hand coming up to grip the back of her head and pull her down into a kiss. He keeps his hips from moving, but his grip is so tight, he may as well be begging her to keep going. ]

[ Oh. He snapped a little bit. He's kissed her roughly before but this is a little different - it's not just needy, but desperate. Like he'll die if he doesn't get to

Maybe she's been just a little too mean after all.

Her hand strokes down to cradle the back of his head as they kiss and the slow, steady rhythm eases into something a little faster, a little more impatient. He's not the only one whose control is starting to fray a little. ]

Am I driving you a little too crazy? Sorry, sorry. [ She huffs that against his lips, still kissing him between every word. ] But it's okay. You held back as much as you could. You were such a good boy.

[ Another kiss. This time, she nips at his mouth. ]

You don't have to hold back now. Take as much of me as you want and do what you want.

Ai...!!

[ Her name spills out, barely able to say anything else. She praises him, soothes him... tells him he's a good boy, and it drives him mad. Yet still, he holds back, even as she drives him to his limit... he held back. Pressure built, but he kept the lid tight...

...So when she pulled that lid off, the result was a given, wasn't it?

He immediately bucks his hips with enough strength that it lifted Ai up with it, the hand around her back moving down to grip her waist as he starts to fuck her wildly and desperately. ]

[ It's exactly what she'd expected - and she's still not prepared for it at all. She hadn't expected him to have been this wound up and needy - he already came twice, didn't he?! - but now he's taking her so desperately... Oh, there's no doubt about it. She was absolutely too mean to him.

So she kisses him again, pours her moans into his mouth and even as her whole body rocks onto him with the force of each thrust, she's hugging him tight. She wants them pressed together as close as they can be for as long as he needs to have his fill of her. ]

Aaaah, I'm gonna end up with your fingerprints all over my bruises again, you bully... but that's fine...! I love it when you hold me this tight, I really do-

[ She carries on like that, spilling more and more of those affectionate words into their kiss - but in his eyes, it's an endless repetition, the one thing she'll never say out loud to him;

"I love you, I love you, I love you so much. Please love me. Please don't stop." ]

[ Twice was never enough... and now, she's paying for everything she's done tonight. She's wound him up almost excessively, and to top it all off, she's set him off onto herself. ]

Aah... Aaah...!!

[ He suddenly shoots upright, pushing her backwards and down onto the bed, reversing their positions. He wraps both arms aroud her and holds her close, his chest still pressed against hers... but now pistoning down into her at full speed.

Every word she says... everything accompanied by the truth of her begging him to love her more and more... how the hell is he supposed to hold back anymore? How else can this night end now... aside from ending with Ai completely broken and him completely drained?

He's barely even holding back his own strength anymore... his hips already slamming into her with enough force to bruise, and the night may as well have just begun. It'll be a miracle if she can even walk after this. ]

Don't stop...! Keep talking, Ai...!

[ Keep teasing him, keep provoking him, keep telling him how much you love him... ]

[ She can't talk, at least not right away. For a good minute, the only thing that comes out of her mouth are shallow cries, half-formed gasps of his name. Even without her managing to put words to it, though, it's so easy to hear just how much she loves it - how much she loves him - in every noise that spills past her lips, especially when they finally take shape; his name spills out of her, louder and sharper with every thrust.]

O-Oberon - aah-!

[ With her needy voice, there's no way to mistake her words for the shameless begging they really are. Every plea that breaks past her lips only sounds more eager than the last, even as the pitch keeps climbing higher and higher, especially as the pace he's set drives her closer and closer to the edge. ]

Please - Oberon, I love this - I love it, please, please, please, I -

[- need more, she needs so much more. She needs all of him, everything he has to give - she wants to lose herself to this and drown in it entirely, until she's completely beyond repair. ]

[ He'll break her... he's using so much force that she might really break before the night is over, but he doesn't stop. He'll break her completely until she can't even be put back together, until the signs of his handiwork are left so thoroughly engraved into what remains that she'll never be able to unfeel his influence.

The bed creaks with every single thrust... but it feels like even if the bed were to collapse from the strain, he still wouldn't stop. He's just keep going no matter what happens... hell, a command seal might not even be enough to stop him now. ]

Ai, Ai, Ai, Ai...!!

[ He bites down on her neck... an act that's hardly unusual at this point, but it's somehow so much more feral this time... like he really is trying to devour her. ]

[ When she hears him breathlessly repeating her name like that, something inside Ai snaps entirely - like he's managed to push her over some invisible precipice and send her free falling straight down. It's impossible to keep track of anything anymore - whether it's minutes, hours, seconds - nothing else matters except the way he's holding onto her, touching her, loving her. All she can think of is how desperately he's claiming her, marking her, making her his, all over again - ]

Aah- Oberon, you're so mean, you're so-

[- and how she wants it, too. Just as much as he does. She wants all of it. She curls her legs around him, clinging tight, like she can't stand any distance between them, like she's afraid he might stop if she lets go - ]

But I love it, I love -

[ And for the first time that night, she finally breaks. Her voice cracks high, every moan that spills out of her turning into helpless crying as she reaches her limit and topples straight over the edge, trembling and twitching helplessly underneath him all while he keeps driving into her relentlessly. ]

[ He doesn't even stop when she breaks, he just keeps going... keeps plowing into her again and again. He holds her, touches her, bites her, loves her... it's the only thing that matters.

And if that should mean that he breaks as well... then they'll break together. ]

Ai...!!

[ He slams himself into her and unloads, filling her with his essence with a long, sensual moan... yet he still wastes no time in immediately continuing to plow into her once again the instant his climax ends. She's toppled over the edge... he's toppled over the edge... and yet it isn't enough. ]

[ Ah. She's really in trouble now, isn't she? She hadn't expected him to stop, not when she'd made a point of winding him up so gentle and so sweetly, but she'd at least expected him to pause for breath. But instead here he is, still going - harder than ever before - and leaving her completely helpless to do anything but cling to him and let herself be loved and used all over again. ]

Oberon - Oberon, wait - You're so-

[ Of course he doesn't wait. Of course he doesn't stop. He's too far gone for that, just as desperate for more as she is. She really is going to end up such a mess - but she doesn't ask him to stop, even though it's so much, it's too much, she's already so sensitive. All she can do is wrap her arms tight around his shoulders and bury her face against his neck as she moans shamelessly against his skin.]

Oberonnn - Oberon, please-

[ Even if she can't get the words out in full, he'll know what her pleas amount to; please keep loving her like this, please use her until she can't take it anymore, until she really does break. ]

[ His hands grip hard enough to bruise, his claws and nails leave scratches on her skin, his thrusts threaten to damage her thighs to the point where she won't even be able to stand... and yet through all of that cruel treatment, he keeps her held close to him, her chest against his even as he pistons into her.

He returns all of the love he gave her in his own, twisted way. She loved him softly, gently, adoringly... and he loves her by breaking her completely.

Yet at the same time, he bares his neck to her, much like how hers is bared to him. ]

Ai...!

[ Something in the bed cracks under the strain, but he's too wound up to care. He just keeps on going. ]

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