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That's a lot to promise.

[Letting him do whatever he wants? He's not even sure what he wants, and it still feels like too much liberty, even in theory.

Still, he's not going to say no now. He's a little nervous himself - not (perhaps surprisingly) because he's worried about doing this particular thing wrong, but because this feels like a whole new point of no return. They can't come back from this, he thinks.

But, honestly? He doesn't want to go back to the way things were, anymore. With a shaky breath to steady himself (he may be patient, but this prolonged arousal is still borderline painful), he pushes his middle finger into her, slowly but steadily. ]

_{[Is it a lot to promise? Diva doesn't think so. She can tell Atsushi's nervous though, even though she can't really fault him for it. It's not like she's not a little nervous herself, despite not being used to feeling that way.

She doesn't look away from him when he takes the plunge and his finger enters her. It's slow but the deliberate pressure and feeling something inside has her tensing on instinct before she forces herself to relax. It's like nothing she's ever felt before and it doesn't necessarily hurt...but it's strange and new. It'll take a moment to get used to.]}

I'm okay.

_{[The reassurance is blurted out as an attempt to make sure Atsushi doesn't back down or stop. She knows what he's like after all.]}

[He's definitely almost too careful about these things, but there's one thing she is (hopefully?!) blissfully unaware of, and that is that he's been on the receiving end too, by now. Of course one hole is not like the other, but Atsushi will count it as experience all the same, and consider the two at least vaguely comparable. All in all, she's holding up better than he was...]

Okay. [It's all good, and he's heard her.] Tell me if it's too much, please.

[He's just going to move that finger in and out, slowly. He'll add a second finger, but not until he thinks she can handle it.]

It's so hot inside....

_{[The movement make all the difference, her hands moving to rest against her chest as she focuses on the sensation. It's a lot less invasive than she thought it would be, and feels good in a way she didn't fathom it could. The addition of a second finger gets a groan out of her as she moves her hips instinctively to press against his hand. The more Atsushi works away at her the more flushed she becomes, his fingers slick between her thighs.

If it's hot inside for Atsushi well his fingers are warm in turn as she gets more and more used to the slow but steady rhythm he's decided on.]}

Ah...I want more.

_{[Greedy? Sure, but fingers aren't nearly enough to make her feel satisfied. She wants to feel Atsushi fully and completely, in every way.]}

Okay.

[He says that mostly to convince himself, because: is it really okay? Can he even do this? He's been with Chuuya, but that was easy: Chuuya is an expert, and all Atsushi needed to do was give him a minimum of cooperation to feel (mostly) really good. Now, it feels like he has to Take Charge, and that's sort of a lot to ask of him.

But he wants to. He really, really wants to - ideally before his balls turn blue.

Right, so... 'Okay' he said, and now he just has to make that reality. He pulls his fingers out, wondering what he should do with the wetness on them before he gives up and just lets it be. This is his own bed, anyway: he can wash everything later. So he moves a little to line himself up, staring down at himself a little awkwardly as he grabs hold of his erection and presses it against her. He wants this so much, and yet he's still vaguely worried. That's silly, though - and, even if it weren't, there's not much he can do but just keep going.

He feels like he should say something, but he doesn't know what, so he chalks the urge up to his general indecisiveness and presses on regardless. Slowly, he pushes into her, staring down in concentration.

He's a little afraid to look at her face just then. He has to take this hurdle, first.]

_{[The slow press and feeling of something far larger than a pair of fingers entering her has Diva freezing in place, breath on hold as she stares at Atsushi in disbelief. It's a tight fit, and the further he enters her the more the tension in her chest increases. It's like she's a wind-up toy wound too tight, mechanism and spring ready to snap and give way to release the build-up inside of her.

It isn't like he's not being careful, he is, but it's a new and entirely foreign experience and that makes it, well...the tiniest bit frightening. Her arms find his neck with ease and although it doesn't hurt to have him inside her, it's going to take a moment to get used to. Diva's breath is shallow as she forces herself to draw in a gasp of air.

It's bizarre, feeling this close to someone. It's something that extends past the physical in the moment. Her heart feels like it's swelling, pumping blood feverishly throughout her body. She can hear it in her ears, pounding loudly, droaning out anything else she could possibly pick up in the moment.

She's completely still as he pushes forward, intent on filling her completely, and once he's done so she can't help but hook her legs around his hips to press against him fully. There's a wanton sound that slips her when she does so, a half-whimper of sorts. She's not sure how she feels about it just yet or about any of this now, but they've past the point of no return.

She asked for this.

It's strange though, she thinks , as she lays back on his bed, hands at his neck as she tries to catch her breath. Just how many years has she waited to have an experience like this? Would it have been anything like this if she'd been with the boy Solomon had picked out for her back home? There's something more to sex than just a physical act, she's realizing, and there's something equal parts terrifying and exciting about it.

Gently one of her hands leaves his neck, moving to cup the side of his face instead as she thumbs his cheek. She really hadn't realized what she'd been getting herself into until now, but she's glad she picked the boy above her. It shows on her face, a thin smile on her lips. Empathy or even relating to others isn't something that comes easy to Diva, but right now she feels more connected to another person than she has ever before, even to her own twin in a way.]}

...I'm okay.

_{[He didn't ask yet, but she knows he will. He always does, so why not grant him a little peace of mind?]}

[This is so similar to the things he did with Chuuya, and yet so different. It feels just as good, but it's still different, and he's not sure how, exactly. They fit together nicely like this, in this position. He kind of likes that.

He keeps steadily going until he's all the way inside, and even if the principle isn't entirely new to him, he too enjoys being connected this way. People can have sex with anybody, probably - and he's not saying that's a bad thing! But he can't imagine it being this good when you do it with just anybody.

Finally fully sheathed, he releases a shaky breath, and tries to give her (and himself) a moment to get used to this. He manages a small smile at her comment.]

I know.

[He doesn't, but he chooses to believe it anyway. She'll stop him if he does something wrong; he can only trust in that. Even apart from saying what she wants or doesn't want, he's pretty sure she could physically stop him, anyway...

With little else to do, and the overwhelming need for an outlet for his feelings, he glances down at her lips, and kisses her soon after. It's soft and slow, just like everything else seems to be right now. But, honestly? He wouldn't change it for the world.]

Edited 2018-06-29 21:59 (UTC)

_{[At the very least Diva has no problem being vocal about her likes and dislikes. If she had any problem with anything Atsushi'd done before, he'd be aware of it quite quick. For now though she's content with laying still beneath him, welcoming the kiss that he decides to lean down and give her. She easily melts into the contact, returning the kiss, doing her best to be wary of her fangs. It's not hard to be careless though, especially when everything else seems so overwhelming in contrast. If she nicks his lips with the tips of them she doesn't mean to.

Diva isn't used to soft or slow. Most things in her life are frantic and rough, herself being one that's used to existing in a constant wound up state. Atsushi's set the pace though, forcing her to embrace a more mellowed out experience. Not that that's a bad thing it's just new and different.

It feels only natural to sigh against his lips and hold onto him tight as she becomes more and more familiar with how it feels to have him inside and atop her. Kissing helps distract from the awkwardness of it all, and by the time she's sliding her tongue past his lips, she become used to it. It feels good, being this close.]}

Edited (I can't spell reee) 2018-07-01 07:41 (UTC)

[If she does nick his lips with her fangs, he doesn't have even the slightest problem with that. It's not nearly enough pain to count as uncomfortable - and she probably likes it, doesn't she? The taste. So it's fine. Actually, it feels a little more equal that way, like he's giving something back instead of just taking advantage and using her to make himself feel good. (He wouldn't, of course; he'd never do anything like that. But this feels so good, it almost has to be selfish!)

He really never thought that sex could be such a wonderful, meaningful way to be connected to another person - and, even if he did, he would never have expected that someone like him could have such an experience. Yet here he is, his life enriched and better than he'd ever thought possible yet again, and he just can't believe his luck. He follows her in deepening the kiss, seeking out her tongue with his. Every nerve in his body seems like it's electrified, the sensation almost too much.

But there's more to come, so he keeps going. Very carefully, he pulls out of her a little bit, then pushes back in.]

_{[She does like it, the slight taste of blood. It only makes it even more appealing to lose herself in the delightful sensation of Atsushi's tongue against hers. It's a good thing that she can't read minds or else she'd chastise Atsushi for even thinking he was taking advantage of her. While she might've not realized what she was getting herself into, she doesn't regret where she is right now or who she's experiencing this with. Atsushi, as far as Diva's concerned, doesn't have a selfish bone in his body. She might've asked him to use her, but she'd asked him to do this. Not once had he done something without asking her first.

Diva's never really thought much about sex in general outside from the result it could bring about. Now that creating a child is off the table, she's realizing there's a reason why humans seem so into it. It feels good. Better than good and they've only just started. The space between them is warm as she tugs him down against her even closer, catching his bottom lip with her teeth to suck on it for a brief moment. It's only when he pulls out slightly and pushes back against her that she releases his lip, an airy gasp sliding free from her throat. Now that was something new.]}

Ah-

[He knows he's not selfish, of course he does - and yet he's been accused of that (and a lot worse) constantly, growing up. Even if he knows that it's not objectively true - or at least not more true for him than for the average person - he can't shed that baggage completely. An objective truth means little when everybody believes the opposite.

But that matters precious little now, the already entrancing kiss ending with her sucking on his lip, and he feels like he she's sucking his very soul to the surface from wherever it was hiding. It's shocking how good all of this is: kissing, making out... No wonder it's a taboo in his own world, he thinks. The potential nudity isn't even a big deal: it just feels too good to let the general public in on what feels like a personal secret bliss.

For that matter: hearing her and smelling her are at least as welcome as seeing her - there's little to see, this close up, and he's actually okay with that - and while it's nice to feel the heat of her skin, the rest remains better. It's still a little strange to aim for friction, inaction always easier - safer - than the opposite. But when he pushes into her once, twice, he can't seem to lament how weird the act truly is.]

... Does it feel good?

[He doesn't really doubt what her answer will be, but he feels the need to ask anyway. Maybe he just likes hearing it.]

_{[In contrast, Diva's always been selfish, but it's not something she's been accused of. Her sin had been being born a monstrous existence, a creature that was, according to those who'd locked her up, instinctively vile and murderous. Somehow, having raised Saya into the perfect Lady was an achievement to be bragged about while she'd been left to sit idly in chains and rags in a tower. There was nothing to say that Diva couldn't have been the same as her twin if she'd been given the same care and opportunities early on. But, that's all in the past, even if she bears the title of monster visibly, despite her hate for the word. She wouldn't ever change or want to be anything other than what she is.

That said, it's easy to forget what she is in the heat of the moment, as she finds herself getting lost in the physicality of the act, Atsushi's scent and the feel of his body against her's. Was sex weird? Absolutely. Even so, she can't deny it feels good.]}

Uh-huh...

_{[Okay, so she's not the most articulate right now, but it's kind of hard to think clearly when all she can focus on is what he's doing to her. There's a small squeeze from her thighs as she instinctively moves against him, hugging him a bit too hard around his neck. She could kill him if she isn't careful, she realizes. His neck would be all too easy to snap, even if he is able to regenerate quite fast. Her hands move to shoulders instead, as she leans in to steal a kiss from him. They're quite the pair - a boy who can turn into a beast and a girl who's one by nature. Perhaps that's why Atsushi's managed to somewhat tame Diva. It's not his humanity she's attracted to, but the parts of her she can see reflected in him.]}

[It is weird. It's definitely weird. If he lets himself think about it too much, he's likely to get his thoughts all in a knot, and freeze up from sheer inability to figure anything out, because everything just seems weird and wrong (or at least a major risk) when he tries to look at it logically. Thankfully he's feeling too good to overthink everything, so he just keeps going. Maybe he's got no spectacular technique or secret knowledge (or even common knowledge, for the most part...), but he knows what feels good, and he can tell what feels good to her. As long as he makes sure both those conditions are taken care of, what could he do wrong?

The urge to speed up a little is rising, but kissing is an effective distraction from that - and that's probably for the best. He was so worked up before they even got started that it's a miracle he's lasted this long, and at least like this he can keep going a little longer. What he's not managing in speed, he's soon making up for by adding a little extra push, though; he just can't seem to help it, the way he snaps his hips: it seems like the only possible reply to the way she hugs him with her legs and arms both.

Still, even such a small escalation is putting him further on edge, too, and he moans into the kiss helplessly as the pressure inside of him starts building.]

_{[If there's one thing Diva isn't it's quiet, which becomes more than apparent when Atsushi pushes into her a bit deeper than before. Her moan is one that rings in her own ears, fingers gripping his shoulders with perhaps a little too much force. It's a tight fit, having him inside her like this, and although she's used to it enough to find it pleasurable, her body is still trying to make sense of it all and accommodate to the intrusion.

As Atsushi rocks against her slowly, Diva can't help but try and match the rhythm with her own movements. She wants him deeper, if possible, and with a sudden lift and tilt of her hips she seems to accomplish just that.]}

Ah-Atsushi...

[Honestly, it's enough just to have her hold him like this, he thinks - and even if it's too hard a grip, sensations register differently just now, and he doesn't even notice. His body is a little weird about pain, anyway.

As good as it is to just be held, when she starts moving along, accidentally getting him further inside, he can barely take it. Even if it's just a little bit, every millimeter feels like a mile.]

Diva...chan..!

[He's not eloquent at the best of times, and less so now - though at least he's too far gone to care about how stupid he's being. With little patience left, he resumes his slow-and-steady rhythm, just a little faster this time. He doesn't want to rush this; he doesn't want it to be over. But he also can't stand this sensory overload being dragged out much longer.]

_{[Atsushi may be more far gone than Diva is, but that doesn't mean she's any quieter or less enthusiastic than he seems to be. They've managed to figure out a rhythm of sorts and as soon as Atsushi quickens it she's responding in turn. There's a lot more noise now from her, each movement drawing out a matching moan and sigh as they rock in turn with one another. Her nails begin to dig into him, although she doesn't mean to. It's hard to control herself when she has little control in the first place.

His name is smooth on her tongue, sliding off the tip with ease as she gasps another breath, her bangs beginning to stick to her forehead. Atsushi's bed is going to be a mess by the end of it all, along with themselves, but at least they haven't broken the frame of it? With her legs hooked around him she forces him deeper, eyes glazed over with lust. If his lips come close again she'll snag them in another kiss that'll leave them both breathless.]}

[She can dig her nails in all she wants: he really doesn't care. It's the intent that matters, much more than the act itself, and Atsushi knows that she's only grabbing him harder because she wants him that much.

That's kind of incredible, really. If it's for a reason like that, she could drain him dry, and he would die happy.

The sounds she makes are as hypnotic as her movements, a strange concert that bewitches him completely, encouraging him to keep going and see what noise she'll make next. Even better than hearing her sounds is feeling them against his lips, so he kisses back eagerly, little moans and grunts barely audible compared to her sounds, but loud enough to his own ears.

It's strange how the pressure keeps building, far beyond what he thought was possible - but then, maybe that's an advantage to taking their time this way. It's not long before he can't keep it in anymore, the bursting of that dam somehow still sudden after all the build-up, and he moans desperately into the kiss at an ever-increasing volume while his hips keep moving of their own accord, speeding up as if he has to race his own orgasm to the finish.]

_{[Like much of what's transpired between them so far, feeling Atsushi climax within her is unexpected. Sure, she shouldn't be that surprised that the end result would be this - she had finished him off with her hands before and he'd left her fingers sticky. Even so, to have something suddenly warm fill her up and make things even more slippery down below drives her wild. There aren't words to describe it, the more animalistic side of her wanting to keep him connected to her for as long as possible. It's incredibly satisfying to think it's because of her that he's like this, that he's riding out his orgasm in full. If she hadn't known what it was like to be properly desired she does now.

She's hot, incredibly so, skin flushed and coated with sweat. While she herself hasn't reached the peak of pleasure yet she's doped up on adrenaline as Atsushi speeds up his thrusts, hitting a sweet spot inside her she can't help but squirm and groan from, keeping her legs hooked desperately behind him.]}

Edited 2018-07-04 12:26 (UTC)

[It was wonderful, that time when she just used her hand, but this is so much better, he can't even compare it. The sense of being connected is more than he would have ever considered possible - much like it was with Chuuya, and yet entirely different. Is it different because it's a girl and not a man? Or is it different because it's Diva and not Chuuya?

He doesn't know - and right now, he honestly doesn't care. He's a little too busy blowing his mind as well as his load, thrusting into her a little harder. It's not deliberate. He just can't seem to control himself.

Panting, he eventually slows down. He's vaguely aware that she's not finished yet (again!), but he doesn't really know what to do about it just now. Maybe he'll just kiss her again in apology.]

_{[The kiss is welcome, like most of what he's done to her, and she returns it readily, eager and hungry for more. He's still filling her up, even though his pace has slowed, and although she isn't finished and done with him so to speak, there's nothing wrong with taking a little breather. (Not that she needs to breathe, exactly...but Atsushi doesn't need to know that weird factoid.)

It felt good though, when he'd lost himself enough to be a little rough, and she wants that sensation again. He's still inside her and she's reluctant to let go so she doesn't. Atsushi's going to have to deal with her clinging. She can't help but be frustrated, but it isn't aimed at him. It's not his fault. Besides, as far as she's aware sex is supposed to be this way...but then what was the euphoria she'd felt when she had ground herself against Takasugi? Surely that was related.

There's a small nip at his lower lip, a wordless reminder of the state she's been left in. Maybe he just needed a break? Sex was a bit of a workout, wasn't it?]}

[He's pretty sure he's just reached a higher plane of existence, and it's hard coming down from that. It's easier to kiss, to cling and be clung to, to be lazy and feel like he's just been absorbed by the universe - or perhaps (he dares to think) the universe by him.

He opens his eyes at that nip to his lip, though they're still pretty glazed over. Diva and him were so connected just now, he'd almost forgotten that they existed as different people, normally.

And then he realizes. He may not be any kind of expert on the female orgasm, but looking at Diva, he's pretty sure she hasn't finished.]

... Sorry...

[He is sorry, but the amount of guilt behind the word this time is negligible. He needs a little time to figure this out.]

You didn't -... You know.

[DOES SHE?! He's not entirely sure he knows, himself.]

Don't be sorry...you feel so good inside me like this.

_{[She didn't, no. She's currently orgasmless. Still, she won't blame it on him or for any lack of trying. She's still learning about her body, after all, and even she's not really sure how to push herself over the edge.

She's reluctant to come apart from him and so she keeps her legs wrapped tight, ankles hooked together. There's a small shake of her head, bangs stuck to her forehead. Even if he might feel guilty she's offering him up a smile anyway.]}

But I need more Atsushi...anything you can give me...I can wait.

_{[And just in case the guilt is threatening to settle in more, she leans up to kiss him.]}

[Maybe guilt could have dragged him under, after all - which definitely wouldn't have improved how sexy things are at the moment - but the kiss more than serves its purpose. Kissing back, he settles back into the proper mood, taking his time all over again.

After a while, he remembers her breasts and how well she responded to him kissing them, so he frees up a hand to fondle one of them. If she wants him inside of her, then he will definitely stay there, which rather limits his range of motion - but he can at least do this much.]

_{[Really, Atsushi deserves a medal. He might not think it and would probably disagree, but as far as Diva's concerned he's golden and can do no wrong. Kissing is an easy way to ease back into things and she's content with pushing the annoyance of feeling pent up to the back of her mind to focus on how wet and slick his tongue feels against hers. The sudden hand against one of her breasts has her swallowing a breath and moaning against his lips, the sound edging on desperate. Her skin feels far more sensitive and responsive to touch now and it feels twice as good as it had before.]}

Atsushi...

_{[Ah...his name tastes so sweet on her tongue, even if saying it makes her feel out of breath. Her hands slip down from his shoulders, fingers tracing along the length of his spine, as far as she can reach from her position, only to return to his scalp to scrape lightly. He seemed to like her doing so before, so why not keep at it?]}

Edited 2018-07-08 09:16 (UTC)

[Of course he likes it; he likes everything she could possibly do to him, he thinks. This isn't anything he'd ever expected to experience - everything from the sex to the simple, loving touches - and he can't help but slowly get turned on all over again.

It takes time, of course, but he has nothing but time, playing with her breasts and playing with her tongue. He moans softly at every little bit of attention she shows him, rubbing his thumb over a nipple.]

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