bakerstreet | Underwear?

[After her brief moment of surprise Rin's cheeks go red and her lips purse in a pout. Hmph!]

O-of course. I usually do.

[Five quick photos in succession, thanks to neat little camera functions.]

The rest of the time, you're cute.

[He swiped between each little change in Rin's expression. Just as he thought, 'natural' was better. Sitting down beside her, Riki snuck his phone hand around her waist and held it up so she could see and swipe around.]

[She does take a look, and cautiously flicks through a few of them.

Cute, huh?]

...You want more?

As many as you wanna do.

[He told himself to be cautious and then just immediately forgot about it.]

I'll let you know when I'm done. What do you want next?

[A dangerous game. Something that she might be pushing over the line later.]

[That tone of voice? It was almost a challenge.]

If you're into it, how about bending over by the window sill?

[After hopping off the desk she walks over to said windowsill. A soft beam of light shining in through the panes and illuminating the area. Tohsaka props her elbows on the sill, and rests her chin in her hands. She looks over her shoulder from there.

Back arched and hips tilted. Just right for her ass and thighs to be the focal point. Especially since her curves have pulled the hem inward - riding the fabric up just enough to show some extra skin.]

[Just. The little bounce when Rin hopped off the desk and made her way over had been worth the bravery. When she leaned over the sill and looked back at him, he realized she read his mind on that suggestion. Down to the dark glimmer in her eyes, he decided he didn't have a single suggestion to make. He took the picture right away, more than happy to admit it with his cheeks coloring red just meeting her eyes when she searched for his.

The next picture was angled much lower in no shy effort at all to make sure her ass was the thematic focus of the entire piece. His eyes, glued to the little bit of fabric riding up between her thighs, added even more to the picture she was presenting.

He tried to play it off a little.]

Now, that's really good.

Of course, [she replies with a smile and devious glint in her eye.]

It focuses on my best feature after all.

[Ah, yes. This is it, she thinks. The part where she can push her luck. So when he seems to have snapped a few pictures of her at that angle she'll stand and find one of the lounge chairs. Seating herself in a manner most unladylike.

Spread legs to show clearly the shape of her. How the luxurious but thin fabic delicately hugs the pubic mound before following the soft curve of her slit. Her upper body leans against the plush backrest portraying an inviting pose with her hair spread out in dark tendrils.]

But I have other features too.

I mean, you do have a really great...

[He kept his mouth shut at first. When that smile presented itself, he knew to at least be careful or to pay more attention. This was very much a 'pay close attention' moment. Somehow, he felt very silly for actually taking a picture at first. His eyes grew darker and more focused, likely exactly the way she hoped he'd look.

Well. Not quite. The picture itself was a little rushed. He only took long enough to let it focus and his eyes had followed the trail her thighs tempted him along to. The study had just enough light that he could see her in detail and the moment his thumb tapped the capture, he was tossing his phone onto a cushion so he could come to her, knee resting on the edge of the chair so he could tower over her. Deliberately pressing the bulge in his jeans, squeezed uncomfortably against his thigh, right against her inner thigh.

Not aware of whether or not her gamble was paying off.]

I think I'm done with the pictures.

[Jeez. He really can be bold, can't he? She was hoping he'd squirm a bit more for her prior to this.]

Then why not let me up? [She knows why. She can feel it.] I was getting dressed, so I don't plan on undressing, I hope you know.

[Oh, but the thought defiling this room to claim it as her own has appeal. Maybe she can convince him to keep his boxes on? Tohsaka swallows audibly as he eclipses her from the ambient light in the room.]

Was that the plan?

[He could let her go if that were her plan. Occasionally, she enjoyed teasing him just to know she could tug him along at the pace that delighted her but it usually worked when he was the one on the receiving end. The way she posed earlier coaxed him into a very different perspective and, for once, he understood how it made him feel.

It still didn't change who he was, despite the excitement that ran through his veins as a result. Riki smiled and leaned forward to press a kiss to Rin's cheek, more than deliberately doing so while he was between her legs. A gentle test, if anything.]

Okay. If that's what you want. It was a really great meal.

A meal, was it?

[One of her hands reaches up to card her fingers through his hair.]

If you're still hungry perhaps I can permit a sampling, but no more than that.

[Her heart felt like it was thundering against her chest while her pulse rings hot in her ears. She can already feel herself losing grip of the situation, but at the moment the thrill of it overtook her senses.]

Okay. A... sample.

[Locking eyes only briefly before the rest was spoken against her lips and realizing her expression changed when after she said it. Rather than taking it to just the implication hanging on her words and in the weight of her anticipation.

An idea came to mind, his head suddenly hazy with it. Possibly holding her to her word a little too seriously. Kissing her chin left him heady again, drawing in a deep breath to calm himself before starting to slide one rugged hand between her smooth, heat-soaked thighs.] I'll touch you everywhere but here.

[His fingers spread over her mound, stroking Rin's sex through the thin fabric of her panties, before drawing his fingers away. His own teasing made it tougher to breath silently, his chest rising and falling only to settle when he tipped his chin lower to kiss her. He'd run his fingers over her bare stomach, slowly coming to flatten his palm on her chest to feel her and just to let her think on how he felt laying his touch on her.]

Let me know how you feel later.

Idiot, [she breathes, and in that breath she grabs his wrist to yank his palm off her.]

Down to your underwear and sit on the cushion.

[A squeeze on his wrist and intensity filling her gaze before she lets him go and takes a more upright position on the chaise. His offer was tempting, but she's already let him get away with so much.]

Wha?

[Rin didn't give him much time at all to manage a complain, none the less start it. Already upright, she threw him a little off balance, so he had to touch the frame of the chair just to sit up.

Sitting back, he was already working his shirt off with a little complaint.]

Wasn't I doing alright?

...Perhaps. But I want something specific.

[As he undresses she watches him. Bright blue focusing on every movement, but... consistently distracted by his erection as it strains against the fabric of his bottoms.]

[It was the middle of the day, so he'd been in his tighter, thigh-lengthed black briefs. Easily, he sat back and pulled up his calves to work off his jeans, pulling them down and off along with his sneakers, squeezing one eye shut to glance opposite of Rin. His thighs were tight with muscle, his briefs running up them from how he'd seated himself again.

Seated as he was, there wasn't hiding how hard he'd gotten, a little uncomfortable given what he had on. Somehow a little shy being on the other end?]

There. How do I look...?

This is much better.

[Tohsaka leans over him this time. Straddling his lap with a knee pressed into the cushion on either side. Grabbing purchase on the backrest behind him, Rin begins to lower herself with precision. Making absolutely sure the soft press of her slit settles over the tented cloth of his briefs.]

Close, but not too close.

Okay. [He had to say something other than 'uh' when Rin crawled her way over him, just about putting his back to the cushion. A hitched breath passed his lips once he could feel her lower and press her self to him, the static feeling of them rubbing once another prompting a heated exhalation from him. Growing stiffer at that contact, he tried to hold himself in that position as still as possible.

He wanted to reach out and guide her hips but knew he'd just be rutting too hard at that point. Hers wasn't so gentle but Rin wasn't moving thoughtlessly the way he would.]

I guess... we had different ideas about samples?

Is this not a taste of what you wanted? To avoid every place but the one that brought you to end your photoshoot would be a shame.

[Painstakingly slow she rolls her hips. Providing them both with a drawn out friction that provides just what she says it does: a taste. A little hint of what could be. Through the warmth and the fabric he may feel a little something else. Especially as she builds a leisurely rhythm. A growing dampness within the heat betraying the level of her interest.]

You're not gonna catch me complaining.

[Discipline was something he rarely practiced. Except when it came to Rin. More often than not, she seemed to know what she was doing. Whether it was a bluff or a fluke didn't even matter. She could read him like a picturebook, after all. He started working on controlling his breathing a little bit. Not wanting to lose himself too early and wanting just as much to make sure her investment paid off.

He cleared his throat, trying to avoid seeming too overwhelmed all on his own when he took his time to enjoy how that feeling matched his imagination too perfectly. She was impossibly soft, and still, her hips moved to make sure he could feel her near fully with each long route she took to grind her sex along his shaft, the friction between them becoming more of a buzz with sweat-dotted fabric between them. Riki couldn't feel how damp she'd become so soon, more focused on keeping himself upright. Once that sensation began running static from his feet to his scalp, that attitude changed. His stiff member twitched, flexing with that little level of discomfort that came from wanting more and more and he lifted his hips to press his hips harder to hers, an unconcealed grunt of need escaping him, not budging from Rin's sight.]

[A small "oh" jumps out of her when his hips lift to meet her touch. Her head begins to swim as her nails dig into his shoulders where they find purchase. She needs it to help guide her as she continues drawing herself against him. Grinding into stiff heat he promises her, and finding herself intoxicated by the way that sweet friction alights every nerve in her body.]

Y-You're so warm, you know?

[And solid, and stiff, and he smells good... Rin leans her forehead against his so she can take him in with every breath.]

[The friction between them had set his nerves into little crackling fires. Rin's rocking hips and the weight of her frame hugging his thighs and hips felt familiar and soothing. Her fingers gripped his shoulder, naked except for their bare essentials. His hips lifted and rocked back without him noticing, pressing more roughly into her thighs. He couldn't help himself and simply let her ride him. When prodded, he felt that urge to chase that feeling of static sensation to its root. Precum left a darker stain on his briefs, the throbbing only becoming more distracting once Rin's words touched his ears.]

You're the one... heating me up...

[His natural greediness followed and he grounded himself, gently lifting one hand to cup Rin's breast. He stroked her peak through fabric, finding it to be a different kind of exciting to feel her through that soft, expensive fabric. The warmth of her breath played at his chin and Riki grew tempted to kiss her, holding back if only because Rin, in her exploration, had found a wonderful angle to grind herself fully along his length.]

[She aches for more, but at the same time she knows going any rougher would result in some nasty fabric burns. So instead of insatiably rubbing them both raw through their underwear she stays steady. Continuing to wait for that moment where both of them are damp enough to slide a bit more comfortably.

Meanwhile she shifts her head. Rin's cheek ghosting against his as she moves to take the lobe of his ear between her teeth. Gently she rolls it between them. Teasing the soft, pliable flesh as she wonders where to get him next. For now, when he lifts up into her at just the right spot, she moans directly in his ear. His concealed cock pressing hard into that small bundle of nerves.]

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