bakerstreet | Double D'd up, on a Thursday afternoon. Hella stacked.

I don't hear you complaining. In fact, would you rather I took the lead again?

[She lets his cock slide away from her lips, smearing on her cheek, so that he can see the absolute devilish grin she's giving him.]

...maybe.

[ She's terrifying when she looks at him like that, but damn if it doesn't turn him on! It's definitely not what he ever invisioned his sex life to be like. ]

Though, I did like all those sounds I got you to make before.

[ Maybe if he didn't immediately turn to mush the moment she touched his cock he'd be able to keep himself in charge. ]

[...Sounds. Ugh, of course he'd like that. It's so embarrassing! She hates how vocal she can be, but she can't help it. A soft pout comes to her expression as she allows her gaze to fall away from his eyes.]

Since you're not showing any initiative I should just—

[She doesn't finish. Finishing would give him a chance to retaliate. Instead she uses her hand to begin stroking his shaft while her mouth aims to latch on his hip to give him a hickey.]

Dammit, you just distracted me, okay! I was gon--!!

[ He wasn't expecting that move and he falters for a moment. ]

S-see, you just did it again! [ His grumbling shifts into a moan as she strokes him. ] M-maybe if you told me what you want...I could focus more...

[Hmph! Accusing her. He had plenty of time to just grab her hair and get it over with. Besides! What she wants is him absolutely spent. A quivering mess! Completely undone by her hand as she walks away unscathed like a warrior victorious from battle.

Okay, that's a bit dramatic. But the point stands. So when he insists it's about what she wants? Her teeth sink in further. Intending to leave behind the mark of her bite and a purpled bruise. Hoping that maybe... the memory stays with him for as long as the injury continues to ache.

While she's sealed against his skin and sucking hard to injure the capillaries there, her hand continues to pump his shaft. Working up and down to keep his attention split. Either she'll frustrate him to a breaking point where he takes what he wants, or she steam rolls him the entire time.

No matter what the result it would be her win, in the end.]

[ god she's frustrating the hell out of him! Pair that with the sharp sting of her teeth and it's killing the mood! With a final hiss at the pain, he pushes her face away from his skin. ]

Okay, okay stop.

[ The tender spot is fussed at a bit, frown on his face. ]

I don't get why you can't just tell me something.

[—Oh. Was that too much? Yeah, yeah. Too far. She shouldn't be getting that into it. The fantasy of marking him, and the bruised ache, making him think of her throughout the day for multiple days.

So she stops. Pulls back all the way, and sits up.]

I thought it was obvious. I always do what I want. Why worry about it?

Because I want to get you off.

[ Said so seriously. Even as he's sitting here, fully nude, with a raging hard on. ]

It'd be even better if we could get off together.

Why? Shouldn't you care only about your own if I'm not worried about mine?

[That's not how it works, Tohsaka. But at least she's not taking this chance to flee or find another way to shut him up.]

I could do that. Just use you and not bother to care if you get to orgasm. But then I might as well just go jack myself off.

[ He huffs, wondering if he should just get dressed again. ]

I guess going after a fling was stupid.

[ He thought it would relieve some sexual frustration he's been having, but he immediately clung to Tohsaka, wanting the cutesy, romantic part afterwards, too. ]

You really think it's like that? A person doesn't have to finish to have fun. You think I'm not enjoying myself?

[She rises up on her knees so she has the ability to reach out and cup his cheek. Her palm holding him still as she places a gentle kiss at the corner of his mouth before sitting back down on the mattress.]

Wouldn't it make it more...special for you?

[ God, he feels like he's bad at explaining this. But maybe he's just as bad at understanding her view on it. The gentle kiss she gives him doesn't help. He furrows his brow, obviously confused by what he deems as mixed messages. ]

See like that! You do something like that and it makes me feel happy. I don't want to just fuck and then forget about you until the next time I'm horny!

[There's a noticeable shock in her expression.]

...Why? I'm not particularly likable or fun.

[She thought he was just happy that someone like her would want to tease and taste him.]

[ He shrugs. ]

I don't know, I just like you. That's how a crush works sometimes. You're cute when I can get you loosen up a little.

You... can be very sweet.

[And it makes her want to be greedy. To break her rules. Tohsaka takes one of his hands and holds his palm to her cheek.]

Which is why I don't want to be nice to you. Because you should probably find something better.

[ Bandou breathes out a saddened sigh, gaze drifting elsewhere. That honest compliment and concern she shows tells him something could have been there, if their outside lives weren't so in the way.

It takes a while, but he finally speaks again, eyes staring off at nothing in particular. ]

...what happens when this grail war is over?

[Dark lashes flutter as her eyes fully close.]

I go to London to further my studies in magecraft.

[ THAT snaps his gaze back up to her! ]

London??!

[ Here he was hoping the war was the only thing standing between them. Or even that when it was over, she'd still be a bus ride away. ]

That's on the whole other side of the planet!

[His exclamation startles her. She drops his hand and her eyes fly wide open.]

How is that a surprise? Didn't I make a point before when I asked if you'd leave your gang?

[And he insisted he wouldn't kick and scream, just put his foot down.]

You were talking about yourself with that??

[ Does that mean she was considering being with him back then? ]

It was... mostly a hypothetical example.

[It's her turn to let her gaze fall away. To be quite fair she was more testing his loyalty and gauging his investment, but his answer also served as a basis for assumption that nothing would become of them afterwards.]

I thought you meant following someone who didn't care about other things in my life. Who wanted me to forget everything and do whatever they said I should.

[ a realization comes to him and he follows her gaze down. ]

I guess I've been doing that to you, huh.

...I want a bath. Would you want to join me?

[She'll take his hand once more. A soft offer to change the scene since the mood of the conversation has changed.]

Ah...

[ Such an intimate thing for her to suggest. It goes along with what he'd been saying he wants from this. In a drastic contrast from earlier where he'd jumped up, eagerly scrambling around when she offered him a bj, instead he's squeezing her hand and calmly following her from the room.].

Yeah. I'd like that.

[She leads him to the bathroom. Western style, like the rest of the house, with its luxuriously deep tub and her expensive hair and body products. She doesn't hesitate to let go of his hand so she can draw the bath. Keeping by the faucet to test the temperature.]

I add my own scents to the products because the fake stuff can be too cloying. For you... sandalwood and sage? Or perhaps patchouli and bergamot...

[When the temperature is just right she plugs the drain and stands from the edge of the tub to remove the rest of her clothes.]

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