[ It's a genuine question of confusion, but at the same time, Weiss refuses to put too much thought into it. He's supposed to apologise, to try and make it up to her for the inconvenience he's causing her for being too tall. He's not supposed to say something like that— whatever it is he meant to say. And he sure as hell is going to know it. ]
That sounds stupid and not cute.
[ Stupid as it may be though, it's not enough for her to want to call this quits. A soft huff, traces of a laugh, and that's all there is to it. Maybe she should just stop talking to him and focus on the less stupid things about him. Does the Grim Reaper have a good chest? She'll find out as she feels him up, her slender fingers splaying over his heart, up a little and then back down. Nothing too greedy just yet, soft and gentle instead. Up until she hears. that rumble in his throat though, up until his hand gets a good squeeze of her ass.
It gets her hand to curl against his chest again, nails digging a little into his dress shirt when she tenses up for a split second and moans. The tension only lasts for a short while until her hand relaxes against him again, and her tongue seeks his out more, making sure he really gets a good feel and taste of hers. She really is in the mood now, and she doesn't even need her food to get laced with drugs for it. And as she decides to let her hand dip lower, she stops just before she pulls on his shirt to untuck it.
Finally, she pulls away, breathes in and out gently. Her blue eyes look so cloudy, clearly lost in the moment already and in this warmth they're sharing. She licks her lips, cutting the trail of saliva that connects her own with his, before breathing in again. For the first time, she doesn't just take what she wants without permission. From what little she's known of him since they met an hour or so ago, and how tense he got from just holding his hand even when he's wearing gloves, this just feels like the proper thing to do. ]
Under your shirt— [ Ah, that makes no sense, but she'll get there eventually. Her head's trying to tell her to just state what she wants instead of asking, but there nicer side of her fights back. ] Can I touch you?
[ If it weren't for how entrenched Ragna found himself becoming in her, that confused little "What?" might have broken his concentration and pulled him back up to the surface again. The uncertain, shier man that could only follow where Weiss was leading him. In the moment, it made sense. Counter her with something implicit when, once again, he only faintly gives himself a mental kick. Sounding cool again...but then, would Weiss have smacked him for being more brazen? Here he was, taking a chance to do something little for someone he didn't know with no strings attached...and it's his own thoughts leading him to think about her legs wrapped around his waist.
Whoever was making his Ma Po Tofu must have skipped on the "spice" that would otherwise be laced through it. It'd be an easy enough excuse to have for the way Weiss was making him feel now. A stupid excuse. She won't have to know then. He doesn't need to tell her— that he already feels indebted to her. He'll silently do right by her later. Far later when he wasn't so busy being lost in her when she calls him out on that stupid line. ]
Sorry.
[ Simple. Meaningful. But not one riddled in guilt. If he's nervous, she quells the potential quakes that'd have come with her softer laugh. One that wasn't steeped with ill berate. If anything, she cements that he can be honest now. Eyes on her, hands on her; she's the only thing that matters right now as they let themselves float away from this elevator. From this hotel. Armed with only each others' names... If this was supposed to be a dream, then he'd dream it a thousand times over what normally haunts him. He'll take Weiss' teasing, keeling over laughing at her own dumb knee jokes, holding his hand and bringing more honesty to the surface when he tells her that she's a good "First". Ragna could write a book on how to eat his own words in record time, because this first kiss? He sure as hell wasn't going to forget it.
Was this a crush, like she remarked before cutting his words down with her lips against his?
No. But for a girl he only just met over an hour ago, she sure is making a damning case as to why Ragna should give her all the attention she could ask for. Match her fervour with everything she could ask for. She hasn't stopped him, nor has he stopped her when she'd feel the broadness of his pec, moving subtly in response to her soft and gentle caress. Ragna was impressive, hardly a lick of fat to be found on him from years of relentless training that shaped him into the tall, muscular and athletic warrior he was today. Most of his physical strength was his own, after all. So while he never thought that it'd be roamed or clutched like this, especially when Weiss looses a soft moan from his grope...
That releases something inside of him. Something locked away. That "mood" she was in? He was feeling it too, to the point where he almost doesn't register her hand gliding lower to try and untuck his shirt. Until the two finally break away, his chest rising and falling to repurchase air, and that glistening line of spit linking them thins before they can wet their lips and sweep it away. Weiss pushed another button. A good button this time. And though the two of them weren't slotted and grinding right now, she'd finally gotten Mr. Grim Reaper to stir, a rolling flame in the pit of his loins. It's not bothersome yet...but, ]
...Weiss?
[ He's aroused. He asks her, a gentleness to her name, edged with curiosity as if to ask her why she stopped. As if the two were frozen in time, unable to take one step further across this bridge they're on, Ragna commits that glassy expression of hers to memory. So pale, yet pristine. So delicate looking that if he were any harder on her, she'd crack. The hand on the curve of her cute backside stills as well, until she finally speaks her mind— rather, speaks to him in a way that gets his breath to catch in his throat.
Audibly this time.
She asked if she could touch him. All he'd done was "take" with his power, whether he wanted to or not. And now that he didn't need to worry about it anymore...she made him actually forget. She made him forget he even lost an arm, holding him the way she did before. And she touches him without consequence— something that has him yelling inside his own head that for the first time, he can...! ]
Yes.
[ ...He can do the same. More than he already had been doing, anyway. To cradle her face, to taste more than just her lips as he pondered if the rest of her was just as soft to sweep with kisses, if it wasn't just her curvy little butt his hand had been groping earlier as he towers over her with his crimson and emerald hues roaming the front of her body. She has his permission. And she won't need to stop either.
But, ]
Can I touch you too? [ A heartbeat. Quickly, Weiss. Before he crushes his lips right back against yours. ] Touch you more?
[ The "yes" was the answer Weiss was hoping to hear, and yet, there's no sense of achievement in getting what she wants this time. Only relief, that somehow, this guy she met just a little while ago is still comfortable with her. She shouldn't be caring too much about it when he hasn't even checked in yet, but he feels like someone she might just get along with in the future. Calling him a "friend" would be jumping the gun, but if he ever did check in... maybe it wouldn't be so bad to tag along with him as he checks the casino out.
He'd see her lips curl into a smile when she does get what she wants, but she doesn't get on with it as if she's in a rush. This isn't even about the romance or the cuteness anymore, this is just Weiss at her core, graceful until the end. Except when she isn't, anyway. Then he asks the same thing. Funny, when he's already practically groped her under ass already, but she doesn't point it out. He's quick to tack on something else, too. ]
Twenty crepes.
[ Yet another soft laugh, and a sickeningly sweet smile because she's so proud of herself for coming up with that one on the fly. The way she tilts her head up at him, the want in her eyes that hasn't faded, She isn't going to make him pay her in exchange for more of this. Not now. Though maybe another time But if it means using her wit, that tongue of hers that could be so sharp any other day for something clever in this instance? Then she will. Not to mention, for all the teasing she's put him through so far, she can't exactly seem so easy now, can she? ]
[ That "yes" he looses from his lips felt like yet another form of release to him. Or maybe it's just because he was wrapped up in the moment of everything. If he'd just freshly arrived here without any prior knowledge, this entire exchange probably would have never happened. Too lost. Too confused. Too angry. But was it really too much to say that he feels like he's been found now? That at least for this little space in time where somebody actually helped him forget so many things, that he wasn't feeling lost anymore? Thoughts for another time. Another day. When he could afford to lie back in his luxurious bed and stare up at his ceiling, and everything preluding and happening right now played over in his head.
At least they can stay there, in his head. Thoughts that would embarrass the hell out of him if anyone ever knew. Thoughts that would have confused him to the point of angrily punching a hole in a wall. It wasn't just this whole resort. Ragna was going to need time to process a lot of things going ahead. Especially when he's caught in Weiss' smile. Then she ups the ante. A softer laugh, and a smile so sweet it could make someone's teeth ache.
He's just a human named Ragna. He's done fighting. He's done fighting anything right now. And before he can make good on capturing those sickeningly sweet lips to his, his eyes soften and a smile that may never surface again is shared as he ponies up. ]
Deal.
[ Twenty. She can charge him anything she wanted to if it meant that he didn't get to stop anymore. He kisses her slower this time, the arm that'd been framing over her tiny body on the move too as his lips part for hers once more. He hadn't finished drinking her in yet, his tongue more boldly delving into her mouth as every sweep and wet little 'smack' ushers in another deep heated sigh from her tall partner. His fingers sink more possessively into her backside, hunched lower over her so she wasn't just clinging off of him despite the mild discomfort. It's all worth it right now.
Especially when he makes good on what he asked for as she'd find his hand cupping her breast, curious but not stopping before he gently squeezes, kiss just as deep to throw a log on that fire. ]
[ It could be days from now, weeks, months, even, but Weiss likely won't bring up the twenty crepes ever again. It certainly isn't her intention to do so at this time, but if she were more sober and he said something that ticked her off? She might just lord it over him. Pray it never gets to that point.
Really, though. There's no point in asking for payment when that feeling of being wanted, sought after, and appreciated that she gets from this is already giving back. She'd let him touch her again, provided they're in the right place and the right time, if it meant that his thoughts were just as muddled and cloudy thanks to that desire to be with her.
His mouth is on hers again, tongue lapping against hers, making that fire within her grow and burn a little brighter. The songbird's melody continues, high in pitch, needy in tone. It's as if she's calling him without the use for words, telling him that that hand on her ass can do more than just that, and how the hand on her chest feels so hot that she might actually see a mark on there whenever she takes off her clothes. It won't be too obvious outside of fervent squeezes, but her nipples are slowly becoming erect that her even the padding of her dress won't be able hide it.
And he can keep touching her. More than he's already done. Weiss will do the same now that she has his consent, pulling the lower end of his shirt out of his pants so she can slip her hand underneath, touching bare skin. Her smaller and softer fingers splay against his stomach, her palm gliding upwards so softly and gently. It shouldn't hurt when she curls her fingers to lightly scratch at his chest, a playful little gesture she makes in between kisses. How fun would it be to explore him some more, even with a stupid ghost watching them? So long as they're enjoying this too, and aren't really going to do anything bad to them... she supposes it's alright. ]
Wish you could sit down...
[ She whines when she pulls away to catch some air, and it's also then that she takes a moment to begin unbuttoning his shirt with her other hand.
It would seem that the Teasing Trio are of the same mind, though. They can barely see Weiss this way, what with Ragna towering over her and blocking the view! It's not like his back is entertaining to begin with! And so, they decide to give the two a push. The hows and whys don't matter when as Ragna might feel something bump against his legs from behind.
[ Truth be told, Ragna likely wouldn't keep count. If he tells someone that his memory really blows, it's traditionally out of spite— he may feel like he owes Weiss after this, but it's not going to be for...wherever this is leading. Because this has never happened to him before; all that he knows is that it's not going to stop. It wasn't going to stop until Weiss says to stop. She's being surprisingly tender to him, understanding and patient with him, that she's also receiving a side of him that he didn't know existed. A side of him that was eager but also...caring. Like he wanted to take care of her too.
He knew what sex was. He knew how it was supposed to go. All he can think of is going with what feels right, and that's letting things escalate...and escalate...and escalate as long as he doesn't get too far ahead of her.
Consider this your House initiation, Ragna the Bloodedge. You said it yourself. Weiss Schnee was a good "first". So take good care of her, will you?
She sings so sweet, tastes so sweet, that his thoughts go running away on him ahead of their making out. He's only ever heard of it, but what would she taste like if he, for once, willingly knelt before her? It wasn't just his hands that couldn't touch this way before that were curious, if the rolling deep moan he returns as she touches across bare, muscular skin...up and up, and an inviting scratch against his chest. Their height difference makes it hard for him to just satisfy that itch to grind when the front of his pants were tugging tighter and tighter with each passing moment, but kissing her was just as addictive that it was impossible to know when to stop. Not when he can feel her nipple peek beneath the padding of her bust. She's slowly unbuttoning him too...
No fair. He wants to see her too. Touch and taste? Why not sight? He wants to see everything about her and burn it into his brain. Good luck getting this girl out of his head— he wouldn't be able to even if he wanted to.
And he didn't. ]
You're good...
[ He doesn't even know how much experience she's had, but that hardly matters to him. Weiss is the only thing he can think of and want right now up until— ]
Ah—?
[ He can think of asking to see more of her after. Especially when that lustful haze he's been pulled down into the depths of clears briefly. Long enough for him to feel something sliding into the backs of his legs. As she works on unbuttoning his shirt, something he doesn't mind at all if it gives her everything she wants to explore, his attention is only temporarily broken from her to notice the chair stationed behind them. It's long, curvy, narrow...and he can already tell how he's going to need to sit in that to get comfortable. And he also knows where it came from.
But instead of shuddering, or coming up too close to the surface that he can let himself be afraid, the glance he gives the Teasing Trio is still ridden with a twinge of desire. The tender, accepting smile that Weiss was treated earlier subtly shifts, into a little smirk. But it's all for her this time. And he's trusting her to catch him as he's falling deeper.
His hands stop fondling her in the moment, instead gliding down arm, backs of his fingers brushing towards her hand to take it in his again, the other on the curve of her hip as he starts to tug her back with him. ]
That was there when we got here.
[ That's both their excuses now, as Ragna carefully pulls Weiss down with him as he reclines, the narrow width of the chair causing him to spread his legs. Before she can even straddle him if she were to look down, along with the way his dress shirt fans to the sides leaving his broad chest and ripped front exposed...well. There's little hiding the number Weiss already did on him with how full and throbbing the bulge in his pants was already getting. Even worse when wearing all white... ]
[ Weiss doesn't know what he's talking about until he pulls her down, and that's when she sees the chair behind him. Her eyes dart over to the painting, and the trio's seemingly all too amused now that they can have a better view of what's going on. Blue eyes widen as her brows furrow, glaring at the three of them behind the frame for a second while her lips form a pout.
They're being annoying... She's in the mood now, if that wasn't already obvious, but she's not that interested in being watched. If she didn't know, though... That's something else Ragna's waiting for her, but the few gears in her head are turning as she tries to think of a way to get them not to look.
When she finally has it, there's a smirk on her face, and she looks down at Ragna as she's already straddling him as if telling him to wait. She at least keeps her hand on him, both as a means to balance herself and to let him know she's not just going to up and leave. He may as well watch, because she leans back and slips her cardigan off her arms, one after the other. Weiss is petite, and looks even smaller with her shoulders out in the open, the way her sleeves were puffed up seemingly making her look a little bigger then. This isn't for him, even though he can take the rest off if he wanted to. ]
Don't be scared. And you can ask about this later.
[ She lifts two fingers and summons two small Glyphs over both top corners of the painting. A little white glowing bird pops out from one of them, catches the cardigan she tosses over and practically covers half of the painting with it by letting the piece of clothing hang over the corners. It flies back into the other Glyph and disappears, and it gets Weiss to huff in triumph.
"What? No! But we want to see! Please?!"" And the trio most certainly can, if they just attached themselves to the lower half of the painting, but it certainly is one way to obstruct their view. From where they are, even if they crouched down, they wouldn't be able to see much what with the chair blocking the way. "We're expecting you to be loud for us, if we can't watch!"
And they'll probably keep complaining until the cardigan eventually falls down to the floor. It gives them some time and some privacy, at least, because with that done? Weiss doesn't feel as conscious anymore. And she looks back down at Ragna with a small but confident smile on her face. ]
So... It's just you and me now. And this chair that was most definitely here when we entered.
[ There's a pout, and even when it's being directed at him, a fire amidst icier blues stirs something in the pit of his loins. Something that the Grim Reaper never really held much thought or stake on before. He never had the chance to. What did Ragna like in a woman? What could he not ignore? Nice breasts? A soft, curvy ass? All well and good, fleeting sentiments and appreciative; Ragna's thought of those before. And she feels more than nice beneath his larger hands. But it's the littler things. A disarming smile, laughter that made him want to seek it out again without even realizing it, this pout on her face while they both wish that the trio would piss off. They're all attractive to him. He can digest them later. Far later when he's still too enamoured with wanting to devour Weiss in the present.
To let themselves both be swallowed up in a rush of pleasure that he's afraid he might get addicted to. Is this what it feels like? Is this what he can't have?
Luckily for Weiss, Ragna is patient for her, if only because he's the one with far less experience here. And he knows where her ire currently is directed. How the hell do they shut them out? He almost wants to try punching them and seeing if his fist can actually pass through to literally knock them out. An isolated thought that doesn't dispel the mood or his drive for her, thankfully...and even more thankful with the fact that Weiss was already setting a plan in motion. Mismatched red and greens follow her, study her every little movement and slip as the cardigan slips off and makes her appear even tinier on top of him than before. With how lazily he's lounged back like this, it only sparks sinful thoughts further to the forefront at a new record pace.
What a contrast. Beautiful, yet with how riled up Weiss has driven up in following her lead as a dance partner, so desirable. Like he could give up everything else he knew in this one solitary moment as long as he could preserve her. Curiosity does raise that brow of his when Weiss warns him not to be scared. ]
What're you gonna—
[ That's when, like a conductor orchestrating her instruments, two snowflake-patterned Glyphs manifest as he cranes his head back. Just in time to see an ethereally glowing white bird flap out by her command. They're direct. There is no deviation when she tosses her cardigan at it before the sense of wonder in Ragna's eyes shifts. Especially when the cardigan is left draped over the painting of goddamn voyeurs. Ragna can't help himself, speaking quietly while she wraps up her seemingly magic handiwork with an almost rhetorical: ]
Ars Magus...? [ And should she catch that, he'll return the favour as his eyes are back on her. This time for good. ] And you can ask about that later.
[ They were like magic circles he'd witness home when various Ars Magus wielders would trigger spells. Luckily for Weiss, they didn't scare him in the slightest. In fact, they drew his curiosity. A curiosity he curbs when he arches his back once upon a heated sigh before letting himself completely recline again beneath her.
His smile his back too, his hands squarely on her soft and smooth thighs as she mounts him. She didn't have to do that...but something told him that it was just as much for her as it was for him. ]
And I've got the best seat in the house.
[ There you go, Ragna. Seems they both do, as his hands start roaming once more, strong, assertive, confident. Gliding higher up underneath the skirt of her dress before teasing towards the insides of her thighs, before ghosting back down once more. Speaking of that dress, as a hand that could wrap around her tiny waist smooths up the side of her body... ]
[ Weiss' Glyphs have a lot of use. In a place like this, where there aren't any battles to be won or even fought, she hasn't had much opportunity to actually use them. It makes having an Aura and a Semblance a little useless, really, so she tries to make the most of the more mundane things by using Glyphs when she can. Stirring her coffee while she reads on her watch? Use a Glyph! Can't get up to get a book from the highest part of the shelf? Use a Glyph! There are voyeurs watching from a painting while she's intimate with someone? Use a Glyph!
And as she looks down at him now that things have settled down and realises he isn't scared? Well, that's a good thing! But she does start to wonder if she could use her Glyph in other instances. . . in cases like these. . .
But that's a thought she can think about some more another time. She isn't in the mood to experiment, and it doesn't seem like this is a good opportunity for it either. He told her she's a good first, and even though they don't really have a choice but comply to what the Teasing Trio want, she doesn't want this to be a bad experience. ]
I don't know, I feel like I'm the one who has it.
[ She's already straddling him. He's still got his hands on her, and her hands are back on his chest. But just to prove a point, she does move her hips, grinding against his erection just to let him know where exactly it is she's seated. A nice and comfortable spot, if she had anything to say about it.
To his question, though, she shakes her head. ]
No handouts. Find it yourself.
[ Sure, she's teasing a little bit, but she leans in, her one hand moving upward from the centre of his chest to hold onto his shoulder. The other stays to feel him up, enjoying how sculpted his upper body is, a huge contrast to her own. It's not something she finds visually attractive, but it certainly feels different. ]
You're going to need to learn if you're going to be here a while, you know.
[ Is this confidence in her elevator partner? Not exactly, but as he finds himself so relaxed with her, even with his hands exploring as they do and taking extra interest in how soft she felt...this is more like comfort. Considering where he came from and the life he's lead, being this close with anyone was abandoned to him. If he ever had fleeting thoughts, they were drowned out by anger and a focus on what did matter. Yet her h is, on his back with a petite young woman grinding and riding out his growing erection and urging another deep and enticed moan out of Ragna. ]
Huh?
[ She teases him, but she's already done a fine job in dispelling his doubts and worries that she's earned a side of him that's very rare indeed. She may not know it yet, but it's a tenderness and trust that he hasn't placed in practically anyone like this before. And she's still guiding him. Leaving him guessing. Yet he's more lost than frustrated this time...especially when she does encourage him with words that are going to stick with him for some time if he winds up checking in. Ragna was going to need to learn if he was going to be here a while. If he was going to survive and if fighting wasn't going to solve anything, whether he liked it or not...
He was no bed layer, no womanizer or even a romantic. Ragna didn't have anything to fall back on beyond what he's heard or read, not entirely clueless about what to do. But the idea of sleeping around to build a hand; he doesn't show it on the surface now, but why does that thought burn him a little? If he was going to stay here for a while after all...then why couldn't he just have one? Add it to the list of what's going to keep him awake at night until he checks in. ]
Fine. I don't mind a little work.
[ Especially when the "work" looks as good as she does on him, leaning over him the way she does as Ragna's feet find better purchase spread as they are so he can roll his hips up against hers harder. At the same time, his hand fumbles while the other continues to keep her attended to with curious fondles of her chest. First, fingertips dipping into the curve of her spine all the way up, until he looses a warm sigh. Frustration? No. No you can be more patient than that, Ragna.
She gave you both all the time in the world.
He thought the zipper would be on the back, but instead, as he retreats and glides around the side...he feels a little fray. Or, an opening? It's the zipper alright. He thinks he's past the point of asking for more when he'll follow her every step, or take the lead like he's doing now when he gives a little tug to zip her side down.
It sounds so loud in his head, and the thought of stripping Weiss down himself, his little reward for being a good little proactive student, will earn her a more pronounced, excitable throb that gets his breath hitching. Okay. Now it was starting to hurt a little, his clothed cock grating against the inside of his own zipper through his briefs. Once he's got her top loosened enough, his hands return to Weiss' soft thighs, squeezing and caressing over them as he gets the chance to admire her bare breasts in his view. ]
[ Don't get frustrated, Ragna! This is for your own good. Rather, that's what Weiss' reasoning is, anyway. But if they meet again and have more similar encounters, he might eventually pick up on the fact that Weiss would prefer to be undressed, and not doing that work for someone else. The reactions of some when they realise she doesn't have a bra that they'd have to unhook has been fun to see.
She didn't think that would even be a thing, but it is.
Ragna will at least be guided by her hand so he doesn't just pull on it in one big swoop and make her dress pucker or jerk her around. Slow, steady, and the zipper follows, fanning out from one side then the other, until her bare upper half is there for him to see. Hah— maybe he really does have the best seat in the house after all.
Showing her body to someone else isn't something that she gets shy about, but there's something about his reaction that gets her to sputter. She almost wants to tell him not to stare, but why would she not want that? Keep looking at her. She's desirable, someone worth chasing and pampering, and— ]
Your turn? I mean- your pants.
[ Giving, a people pleaser, seeking constant approval. ]
[ Ragna certainly admired the view, especially when he learns that there was indeed nothing else in the way as she helps him carefully fan the sides of her dress down and out. A more delicate touch...right then. Despite himself, and the fact that he never really had any reason to be, he can do gentle. He is doing gentle right now with this girl as she sits pretty on her perch of him.
It's impossible not to stare, but there's solace for Weiss with how he's not hungrily feasting upon her, like a predator on the brink of pouncing on delicious prey. No. This is Ragna's first boob. Mercy pls. Although there is something adorable about the way that she sputters. Something he didn't even know was supposed to be adorable. Oh Weiss, he's looking at you. You're a First of many kinds for him today. His First companion in this damnable resort. The First person he felt "normal" around. His First touch. First kiss. First smile that disarmed the dangerous Grim Reaper, his scythe broken and scattered to the wind in her eyes.
If this wildcard gets discarded, there's a part of him that doesn't want to forget this. Even if he can't have her name. If he can have this feeling stay with him when he crosses back into that field beneath an empty sky, before he continues on that hellish trail he must walk...
Don't let him forget what it felt like to know that this was okay.
So Weiss? You'll get everything in here. Desire. To be pampered and doted on. You have Ragna the Bloodedge's undivided attention in this moment. Don't make him chase you too long. His First is already spoiling him. ]
O-Oh...
[ Was it vulnerability? Or simply Weiss being the only one who can Observe him and preserve this piece of him? Crimson burns ever so bright in his cheeks to the point they sting, deep red and green hues trailing away with a flicker before shyly glancing back up to Weiss with a sense of wonder. Not uncertainty. But well-behaved excitement as those strong hands of his would gently massage her exposed thighs, up and down, thumbing along the inside from both sides. He swallows thickly. Her gentle desire echoes in his head one more time.
"Can I touch you?" ]
Yeah. My turn.
[ And she'll find him a very proactive participant. She won't need to work hard. Not when he's prepared to plant his feet and raise those hips of his when the time comes. ]
[ Weiss suggests, makes a proposal, and when he agrees to it, then there's nothing else left for her to do but to follow through. She can hear the Teasing Trio talking about how they should be keeping their clothes on, and much as Weiss wants to make sure they don't get what they want? It's not like she intends on completely removing Ragna's pants off. Not in a place like this, anyway... so they will get their way, only really unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down with his underwear, just enough to bring his erection out in the open.
While she isn't speechless that only a "damn" comes out of her, she does look at his cock, takes it in, before commenting: ]
There it is. The best seat in the house.
[ Her gaze seeks his, and she lets out a soft laugh. Yeah, she's gunning for him to laugh, too. Sorry, Ragna. If you were hoping for something wild, passionate, and lust-driven for your first time... you instead get a dork for a partner. Sure, there'd be passion, there's already lust, but at this time? It's nice Weiss, the one with an awful sense of humour, and the one who's far more caring than she lets on. And at this moment, she intends to take care of him and make sure that this casino doesn't take what should be a nice memory away from him.
What happened after today that they aren't at all soft with one another anymore ]
Couldn't help it.
[ No verbal apologies. It comes instead in something he would feel when she does settle down again on his lap, her clothed pussy rubbing against his cock. The very sensation is already making her clit throb, but she'll persevere. She wants to keep stoking the fire. ]
[ Weiss has coaxed him into trusting her so well (an impressive feat), that if she did want his pants completely off? He'd let her. If she didn't ask him questions about his arm at this stage, he'd follow her lead on almost anything. If that Teasing Trio had been replaced with a lonely maiden that wouldn't let them free until he broke his own restraints and took Weiss one way, two ways, every way she could handle if that's what she wanted from him to make his "First" someone he'll never stop thinking about? He'd do it. Which makes letting her free his erection all the more easy as he relaxes in his seat for her again when it throbs with a hint of glistening wetness at the tip.
Then she's looking at it, something that gets him to briefly glance down at it as if they're both seeing it for the first time, and his cheeks burn even hotter at Weiss' soft laugh about having the real best seat in the house. He's a big man; he couldn't care less about what people thought of him downstairs either but. If she's gunning to get him to laugh for it? Assuming that was a compliment...
He's actually glad. Glad that Weiss wasn't some sexual little deviant who left him in the dark at every step, struggling to keep up. Besides, he may be hazed with desire for her and want to experience anything and everything she could give him, but he hasn't forgotten everything leading up to this. How she recited a stupid card written out to the Crimson Calamity, or got on a kick of horrible knee puns... He should have been annoyed. Instead, he kept feeding her, giving her fuel to drip over the fire so that this never went out. If everything was staying in this elevator, and she wasn't going to share this with anybody else? If the Trio were blocked away from watching him and the way he smiles up and admires her with a rarer softness while he approvingly throbs for her down below,
Ragna can keep exercising that honesty she seems to like so much. Being sealed lips, a huff through his nose and a deep, brief chuckle, Weiss earns it. He does laugh. Because he thinks he'd much rather like this kind of person over a wild, horny, invasive deviant invading his space without his consent.
He checked in and had to deal with the consequences of this girl in his head goddammit. ]
Cute.
[ What's less cute and more vivid is the way she finally settles down in his lap, his breath hitching in his throat as his hands slide back one more time over her ass. A contrast of bare and leather for her to feel as he tries to suppress a moan, but it comes off more like a hum in the back of his throat as he watches her work and ride the length of his cock with her cunt. ]
S-Shit... [ Is this what it's supposed to feel like? Like sparks threatening to spread into a wildfire that he never wants to end? Because that's exactly the stimulation he feels while he squeezes Weiss' ass and follows the rhythm of her hips, guiding her back and forth over his girth, glistened with a mingling of both their juices as the throbs become more pronounced than before. ] Weiss...
[ No, Weiss isn't some sort of sexual little deviant. Completely far from it. When her first experiences were set in this place too, while not inside an elevator, there's a lot for her to still learn. She's only recently become comfortable with the idea of even having sex so openly, but if she's asked what she likes and what she doesn't like, she wouldn't really have much to say. At the core of it all, she's still learning, too. While it isn't her intention to use Ragna for her own selfish discoveries, she does play it safe and take it slow while she can.
She has a feeling that just letting him blindly follow won't amount to anything— it won't be as fun and won't be as thrilling for the both of them. ]
Yup.
[ Cute. Funny. Witty. She's a very nice package all rolled into something so portable. Whether or not he was actually calling her cute or something else, she'll take it, spin it around, and play it the way she wants it to be played. Her smile is just as cute as she adds more weight to her ass, really grinding up against his dick while she watches him from up on high while he gets used to this feeling. If he's already praying her to her now... ]
Will you help me?
[ One hand leaves his chest so she can take hold of his and guide his hand closer to the waistband of her underwear. Her thumb slips inside to gently pull it down from one side, the "help" she meant being him taking care of the other. If he picks up on her cue, she lifts her hips up just enough that it's her ass that gets bare first, shifting her weight to just one side as she lifts herself up on her knees. The end result is her panties hanging off one foot, thin and cute fragile fabric for his eyes to see where he sits. ]
[ All Ragna had was an imagination and a general understanding of the birds & bees meanwhile. For a man who did his best to appear imposing, scowly and unapproachable, it's a hell of a sharp contrast to the man she's currently "bedding" today. Maybe's another shade of the reason why he invited her to his suite in the first place. Yet another betrayal of the man who swore he'd keep pushing others away because he thought being alone hurt less. The pile just keeps on growing for Ragna the Bloodedge, doesn't it? However many of these thoughts bleed through into what may be an extended vacation here was anyone's guess.
Until then, if he's not a blank canvas for her to paint upon, her smile only serving to spur and turn him on even more whens he really grinds down on his dick,
Than Weiss was free to paint on him. Provide a blueprint for him so that he can learn, and if he's really going to accept touching others and being touched? One day he'll show her. He can show her how far he's come, in a more appropriate backdrop than a haunted elevator. ]
Help you? [ There's no bite. If Ragna values anything above most, it's when someone is being straight with him. No hints. No clues. No leaving him in the dark. And he may be blindly following her for now, but it wouldn't take long before his own building enthusiasm got the better of him. He's trusting her. With a lot of things. Including what he might say or want to do if she were to let him. She won't need to fret him lying there and just taking this, his pulse beneath her slender hand racing faster as he does catch her cue. His thumb hooks in, unable to help himself as his mismatched gaze follows down between their crotches as they work them down her legs.
Watching her lift her hips, up on her knees...and watching her panties hanging off one foot. She wasn't going to kick it off? Such a thin & delicate little thing that was the only thing between him and her coming down?
He doesn't even know her username yet, but there she is, like an angel from on high. Thanking her didn't really seem appropriate. For what? The view? For the sex? For getting them out of this elevator? But he almost thinks he needs to say something. He...can't really think straight anymore, even if he were unintentionally trying to say something cringe cool. So his body speaks far more honestly for him, his cock rising with a pronounced lurch that sees him stiffening more upright. This big and hard for her.
Seeing her panties hanging from her foot was just icing on the cake, it seems like. Ragna swallows thickly then, wetting his lips as he spares a look down at himself and just how small Weiss was to him. His red and green eyes look up to her, feeling an onset of nerves setting in...which makes him only throb more? His stomach clench a little harder? Oh god. She is okay with this too, right? With him? ]
Hey... [ A beat. ] Um... [ Take it easy? Go slow? Not for his sake, he's thinking, but it's embarrassing thinking of that outloud. And while he doesn't get huffy in the process when he finally finds his words, hands reaching up the backs of her thighs before firmly groping her ass, Weiss gets her own answer out of Ragna. ] I won't just lay here.
[ Meaning that she wouldn't need to do all the work for him if she's going to stay on top. ]
[ ... big blue eyes look straight at him as he says that. He won't just lay here? Well, it's not like she was expecting him to, even though she's sat on him like this. Was that the sort of signal she was sending him, to leave it all to her? Or is he telling her that to set her expectations, too? ]
No, I didn't think you would.
[ But it does get her to think, though. It's at the same time that they'll be able to hear the painting chime up again. While they can't see, they seem to find it cute that these two are fumbling and figuring things out together by actually talking, instead of losing themselves to passion. It gets her cheeks red again, and she looks away from him. ]
Did you... want to be on top?
[ He was the one who sat like this, after all, bringing her here on his lap! And while she certainly doesn't mind, if he wanted to switch, then she would move for him. ]
[ ...Shit, did he mess up? Because she's just staring straight at him with those big blues of hers and he's suddenly feeling self-conscious again. Nowhere near enough to kill the mood or anything, but now Ragna's on the brink of overthinking things again.
Should have just sucked it up and stayed embarrassed in calling her beautiful. The paintings chime up, and he can hear them. But now? That initial fright of their presence is gone. Now they're just annoying. Idle commentary. How cute of them to be fumbling about. Rather, that's mostly Ragna, to be fair to Weiss. It's not enough to cause him to break his gaze away from her as the hands on her butt settle back just beneath. And here came Weiss' consolation for this minor hiccup when she asks if he wanted to be on top. And his face just colours hotly, mismatched green and reds blinking before he quickly manages to chime up without so much as a stutter: ]
No no, no, this is fine. I was just making sure that... [ Do not fucking say you were making sure she kept the best seat in the house. His voice trails one more time— as Weiss did looking away from him...
No. He doesn't. Honestly it'd be a disservice to look away as he fights through his fluster, and tries to talk loud enough over the drumming of his heart in his ears.
One more time, Ragna. ] ...that you'll feel good, too.
[ Weiss doesn't point out that he doesn't have to be nervous, because it feels stupid to do so? Even now, there's a bit of her that does feel that way too, and so long as they just keep being comfortable around one another, then it should be fine.
So she meets his gaze again when he tells her why he said that, what he wants to happen, and returns his honesty with a little bit of her own. ]
I... want to try it, like this. [ By which she means, her riding him. She's never done that before is what she means to say, but it also feels embarrassing to admit out loud that she's had sex with other people before. Yes, they're in a casino where people do have sex almost every second, but it doesn't mean she should be open about her activity to someone! Especially someone she just met! ] But if you find that you don't like it, then you can tell me.
[ She moves her hips a little then back, slowly. Her lips paint his shaft with a bit of her arousal. Something to keep them going as they figure things out together. ]
[ Try it like this? Ragna could be forgiven for being a little thickheaded when it comes to what she meant. She's been here longer...and he doesn't need to ask to know that she's had sex before him. It's none of his business, especially if...this is going to be what he's checked in for too, like it or not. He wouldn't ask any further, simply nodding when she requests that she wants to ride him. And truthfully, even he thinks that might be for the best.
He knows what to do in concept, but...maybe it was better if Weiss was the one setting the tempo. Getting used to something new. Before Ragna can say anything else after she's mentioned that he can say if he won't like it, her slick folds are already coating his shaft with a sheen of her arousal. It's such a light brush, something that only makes him all the more aware of how wet she was along his measure. He throbs some more, the flames rekindling again...
Then again, she didn't really need to work hard to do that. It's Weiss saying that she wants him to feel good too when his hands gently find purchase on her hips. Even while she glides herself back and forth over his cock that he finds his smile again. A soft one on the end of a huff of breath. ]
[ Jeez, this is why she thinks he's got a crush on her??? Ragna, please. You don't have to deny it. She's sexy, she's cute, she's popular to boot, she knows she looks good. Those words only boost the ego that she already has, but he's lucky enough that she doesn't poiny it out just yet. Unlike what she did earlier before she kissed him, anyway. ]
That waiter's going to be so upset, hearing you say something like that... [ 😌 A lowly 5 like her, hands not at all just on herself around Mr. Bloodedge? Mr. Bloodedge's hands on her? Ooh boy. Weiss isn't doing any of this out of spite, but remembering them now has definitely made her want this to be good for him. That's one way to tell a person they suck, right? By... giving someone else an amazing orgasm? ] It's too bad though. I don't think they could have done anything especially with your crush on me.
[ By which she means to say, Ragna would have put the moves on her at some point. (Ah... there it is.) She's only kidding though, really keen on keeping the mood light between them. Weird as this whole situation is—they're in the middle of a goddamn elevator!—she's actually having fun. Lighthearted teasing with words so sweet and charming, she forgets that they've only just met a couple of hours ago. While she doesn't know him, there's a certain level of comfort she feels around him that she was even able to ask him what he likes without turning into a blushing and huffy mess. That sense of familiarity is helping her in wanting to please him, as well. He's been nice to her, so it's easy to return the gesture.
She gives him yet another roll of her hips as she slowly lifts herself up, leaning forward a little so she can press their lips together. It's at the same time that she aligns her entrance with the tip of his cock, small and quicker motions with her hips back and forth as she works to slot him right where her hole is before dipping lower and lower, adjusting where she sees fit so that she can sheathe him inside her. ]
[ Did he have a crush on her? ...Classified. But really, everything about this should have been way-too-fast for someone like him. For all intents and purposes, if that right arm of his was still a threat and she'd shown a single sign of weakness, he'd have ended things right here and now. He's no stranger to hurting people; he was damn good at it but he wasn't the type that liked inflicting pain on people who weren't in for a fight either. So if this gilded resort tucked away in some unknown part of reality saw fit to take the Grim Reaper away, only to make it so that anything he did would just hurt everyone...then what the hell was the point?
It's the real reason he tensed as much as he did when she took his hand earlier. And she's the reason now that he's dropped his guard as far as he has. That he's letting her know that he's accepting her, not just in such an intimate fashion. Man, if the House really does deem to add this card to their little deck, than something told him that one way or another...this wasn't the last that he was going to see of this little angel currently teasing him for how much he's managed to loosen up around her.
So. She's not wrong. She is...holy shit he's actually letting the thought of this girl being sexy enter his head, and just acknowledging that and the way she stirs him with such vivid arousal was enough to make his head spin. But keep it straight, Ragna. Don't lose sight of her while she teases and riles you that much more. Enough that she calls him out on that 'crush' of his again.
Enough that while he's still flustered, heart hammering wildly in his chest, it's not enough to drop that smile from his face completely. Even if she earns a rare, shy huff that almost passes for a laugh out of Mr. Grim Reaper here. ]
That's cute, thinking I'm the kinda guy that'll crush that.... [ First it was the roll of her hips as she lifts herself up and closer to him. His voice slips. ] easi...ly... [ Next it was the kiss as she aligns herself with the broad head of his cock, and those smaller and quicker motions back and forth to slot herself just right rendering a rumble of a moan against her lips. But he's not going to break this off. If Weiss was going to say or feel anything when she slowly starts dipping lower, his lower abdomen clenching rock solid as his cock throbs quicker with anticipation... ]
Haa...haa-
[ Oh God. And with just a little more pressure, his lips sweeping hers as he shuts his eyes and revels in the feeling, his hands don't force her down, only keeping a secure hold on the curve of her hips as his cock finally pops inside proper, only to sink down and sheath herself on him. Downright sinful heat blooms from his turgid measure, what inches of him she hasn't taken vividly pulsating along her stretched, tiny entrance as his hands find themselves taking a nice hold of her ass.
She tasted so good on his tongue, even now as he looses more of a airy moan against her now. How did she feel even better? It's so tight, yet it's such a mind-numbingly good grip as his dick drags her walls, his hips giving a little roll of appreciation up inside. Nothing too deep yet, but to make good on what he said earlier. That he wasn't just going to lie here for her.
But in a moment or two. Because whenever they do stop kissing, whatever words fly out of this man's mouth were likely to have her name attached to them.
Yeah. Best seat in the house. And they're both sharing it. ]
[ Ragna can try and deny it all he likes— that he has a crush on her. It's not like Weiss is serious about it either, merely bringing up such an egotistical comment just because she still thinks it's strange how easily he just up and invited her up to his suite. That's really more what she's poking fun at even at this time, only it adds just a little more meaning in a casino like this.
Her eyes brighten considerably when it seems what he's saying back are words that get trapped just like his breath does, though. Good. Let her win this one, Ragna, if you want to play the long game. The more you give her that feeling of victory, the more she'll be nicer to you in the end.
She doesn't want to let go of his lips now that she's captured them again. Not at this time. Not while she rolls her hips back ever so slowly as she takes him in, her pussy getting stretched to some degree until her walls are wrapped around his cock tightly. He's not the only one who moans, because she does, too. A little high-pitched squeak in the midst of it all, spurring her to kiss him some more, letting her tongue seek his and play with it for a damn good while.
It is unfortunate she has to breathe though, pulling away, and even propping her hands on his chest so she can actually seat herself properly on her "chair". She offered if he wanted to be on top, but since they didn't switch, she's looking at him while her braid swings back and forth slightly from the motion. Cheeks so flush, the redness even trailing down her neck and her shoulders. She heaves out a heavy sigh as she gets used to the feeling of fullness.
This is different. . . And she hasn't quite decided if she likes this position, but she did say she wants to try it. She wants to stay like this a little longer, when it feels like she could feel that dick inside her a bit more fully, throbbing, almost as if she can feel it through her stomach. Before she can properly get used to the feeling, he's already rolling his hips, making her fingers curl against his chest and scratching him lightly. ]
It's okay...?
[ See, she'd be asking if he was okay, but she's already reminded of what he said earlier, how he won't just lie there. Her pussy beats like a heart around him, and even without being touched, her clit begins to throb lightly. She moves her hips down some more, taking more of him in, sighing hotly as she closes her eyes. Just a bit more. . . there's a need for it that's started to burn inside her, but she might need a bit more of a warm up for that. So she lifts herself up instead, just about an inch or so, then back down some. A little more heat, her wetness coating his shaft some more in the process. ]
[ He wanted information, yes, but...as he'll come to learn in due time, a certain little huntress was going to make sure he knew how to properly ask for what he wanted, and what he truly meant. It's a little bit bratty of her, but right now, it's not doing anything to deter him or shy him away from her. Especially when she's the one who broke one of those boundaries he didn't think could ever be breached. For a girl he only just met, Weiss has done a lot for Ragna. At least, if not that, what she did was significant.
It wasn't just this experience, her bright and pure blues weakening him without him saying it aloud, committing the taste and feeling of her lips and deeper on his tongue, or the sensually slow roll of her hips back as her walls stretch in a bid to fit his hotly pulsing cock. Weiss' impact on him was going to linger for quite some time yet— really give him something to think about and keep him up at night. Not just about what they were doing in this haunted elevator she's rigged a modicum of privacy for, but the fact she did this without getting hurt by him... Oh if only he knew what was to come; Ragna wouldn't stop thinking about this. Of her. Of what his Azure Grimoire being so "silent" meant for him.
Her kisses were so dizzying to him, her tongue playing with his in a bid to drown the moans of wanton approval from her partner leaving his head swimming. Everything feels so much more pronounced like this; he's never felt anything like this, even as Weiss pulls away so they can finally breath. As she props herself up with her smaller hands on his broader pecs, his mismatched gaze was left captured in hers, her braid swinging in his peripheral as the low lighting of the elevator casts her in a glow that gets his exposed abdomen clenching so tight. Something more for Weiss to feel as his already rigid cock lurches, coupling into her cute yet heavy sigh as she adjusts to the fullness.
How the hell was it supposed to get even BETTER than this? He wants to leave imprints of his hands in her hips, the invasive thought of what she'd look clutching this reclining chair beneath him while he pounded her into oblivion mingling deliciously with the way Weiss attempts to keep her composure adjusting to his dick. How deep was he already, and her pussy was already tapping around him like a rhythmic drum, urging Ragna to give inviting little rolls of his hips as his thigh muscles tense for each upward stroke. Still not a lot...not yet, not when he's doing his damnest to let Weiss control the pace. The bite of her nails into his chest coaxes a heaved sigh of pure heat from the larger man,
Ragna was more than okay right now. If anything: ]
Helluva lot more than "okay". [ Especially when Weiss moves her hips down just a little more, another heavy inch as he grits his teeth. More restraint. More temptation seeing her begin to carefully rock herself on his cock like it were a new toy. This position was a first for her too, right? Of course she needed time to learn how to play with this. ] Feels so fucking good... [ he punctuates that deeply entrenched, yearning praise for her with another oh-so-slow thrust of his hips, shallow still as he's angled in a way that deliciously rubs her insides.
Those strong hands of his move with her, stroking up and down along her hips as his thumbs give little kneading presses. ]
Hey.... [ Perhaps little Weiss would get a prelude, talking properly with her. ] Where do you like being touched?
[ He's not an idiot. There's her cute, perky rack that's pressed between her arms as she slowly warms herself up on his cock, or that butt of hers he's already been giving ample attention while they were making out. But he's anything but lazy. What can he do to make her feel good? Better than what that blissful burn of his cock sinking a little deeper wasn't already doing to her? ]
[ Weiss can't help the growing smile on her face when his response is positive. She doubts that it would have been anything but, though the confirmation still does something to her that she has to bite her lip to keep that smile from turning into a grin. Reel it in, Weiss. As best as you can. Especially when the next form of praise not only makes you want to smile all the more but pop fireworks in your head and get you even more aroused. ]
Yeah... It feels good like this, too.
[ They move slowly and gently, but the waves of pleasure that thrums into her is anything but, spurring her to chase it and go faster. That can be something for later. She still needs a moment, spreading her arousal up and down his dick with each languid movement she does with her hips and with each thrust he makes into her.
And even then, her smile doesn't fade. Ragna's question only makes her cheeks red, and her breath cut for a moment. ] Wha- [ That was the wrong moment to slide lower, taking him as far as he can go until the head of his cock is not only rubbing against her core with how deep he is, but it knocks back and grips him tightly like a vice. Wrong moment, for sure, because now she's rendered speechless for two different reasons.
One because this feels amazing, that feeling of being stretched out, how full she feels on the inside, the jolt of electricity that course through her— it's all so good. Two, because she doesn't even know what to say to that. It's sweet of him to ask, if his asking is due to wanting to make her feel good, and she has done something similar before, asking partners how she could make them feel good and all. The response to her was a mixed bag, so Weiss doesn't have any cool one-liners to mimic at this time. And with her brain having gone haywire already thanks to him, she doesn't have it in her to give it proper thought. ]
Don't make me think, Ragna. Anywhere. Just— [ There's a bit of a whine in her tone, but she isn't complaining at all. In fact, she tries to find one of his hands, placing her own atop his. She tries to move by lifting her hips up some, then back down again. Slowly, still, just with more distance this time around. ] Just keep your hands on me.
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[ It's a genuine question of confusion, but at the same time, Weiss refuses to put too much thought into it. He's supposed to apologise, to try and make it up to her for the inconvenience he's causing her for being too tall. He's not supposed to say something like that— whatever it is he meant to say. And he sure as hell is going to know it. ]
That sounds stupid and not cute.
[ Stupid as it may be though, it's not enough for her to want to call this quits. A soft huff, traces of a laugh, and that's all there is to it. Maybe she should just stop talking to him and focus on the less stupid things about him. Does the Grim Reaper have a good chest? She'll find out as she feels him up, her slender fingers splaying over his heart, up a little and then back down. Nothing too greedy just yet, soft and gentle instead. Up until she hears. that rumble in his throat though, up until his hand gets a good squeeze of her ass.
It gets her hand to curl against his chest again, nails digging a little into his dress shirt when she tenses up for a split second and moans. The tension only lasts for a short while until her hand relaxes against him again, and her tongue seeks his out more, making sure he really gets a good feel and taste of hers. She really is in the mood now, and she doesn't even need her food to get laced with drugs for it. And as she decides to let her hand dip lower, she stops just before she pulls on his shirt to untuck it.
Finally, she pulls away, breathes in and out gently. Her blue eyes look so cloudy, clearly lost in the moment already and in this warmth they're sharing. She licks her lips, cutting the trail of saliva that connects her own with his, before breathing in again. For the first time, she doesn't just take what she wants without permission. From what little she's known of him since they met an hour or so ago, and how tense he got from just holding his hand even when he's wearing gloves, this just feels like the proper thing to do. ]
Under your shirt— [ Ah, that makes no sense, but she'll get there eventually. Her head's trying to tell her to just state what she wants instead of asking, but there nicer side of her fights back. ] Can I touch you?
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Whoever was making his Ma Po Tofu must have skipped on the "spice" that would otherwise be laced through it. It'd be an easy enough excuse to have for the way Weiss was making him feel now. A stupid excuse. She won't have to know then. He doesn't need to tell her— that he already feels indebted to her. He'll silently do right by her later. Far later when he wasn't so busy being lost in her when she calls him out on that stupid line. ]
Sorry.
[ Simple. Meaningful. But not one riddled in guilt. If he's nervous, she quells the potential quakes that'd have come with her softer laugh. One that wasn't steeped with ill berate. If anything, she cements that he can be honest now. Eyes on her, hands on her; she's the only thing that matters right now as they let themselves float away from this elevator. From this hotel. Armed with only each others' names... If this was supposed to be a dream, then he'd dream it a thousand times over what normally haunts him. He'll take Weiss' teasing, keeling over laughing at her own dumb knee jokes, holding his hand and bringing more honesty to the surface when he tells her that she's a good "First". Ragna could write a book on how to eat his own words in record time, because this first kiss? He sure as hell wasn't going to forget it.
Was this a crush, like she remarked before cutting his words down with her lips against his?
No. But for a girl he only just met over an hour ago, she sure is making a damning case as to why Ragna should give her all the attention she could ask for. Match her fervour with everything she could ask for. She hasn't stopped him, nor has he stopped her when she'd feel the broadness of his pec, moving subtly in response to her soft and gentle caress. Ragna was impressive, hardly a lick of fat to be found on him from years of relentless training that shaped him into the tall, muscular and athletic warrior he was today. Most of his physical strength was his own, after all. So while he never thought that it'd be roamed or clutched like this, especially when Weiss looses a soft moan from his grope...
That releases something inside of him. Something locked away. That "mood" she was in? He was feeling it too, to the point where he almost doesn't register her hand gliding lower to try and untuck his shirt. Until the two finally break away, his chest rising and falling to repurchase air, and that glistening line of spit linking them thins before they can wet their lips and sweep it away. Weiss pushed another button. A good button this time. And though the two of them weren't slotted and grinding right now, she'd finally gotten Mr. Grim Reaper to stir, a rolling flame in the pit of his loins. It's not bothersome yet...but, ]
...Weiss?
[ He's aroused. He asks her, a gentleness to her name, edged with curiosity as if to ask her why she stopped. As if the two were frozen in time, unable to take one step further across this bridge they're on, Ragna commits that glassy expression of hers to memory. So pale, yet pristine. So delicate looking that if he were any harder on her, she'd crack. The hand on the curve of her cute backside stills as well, until she finally speaks her mind— rather, speaks to him in a way that gets his breath to catch in his throat.
Audibly this time.
She asked if she could touch him. All he'd done was "take" with his power, whether he wanted to or not. And now that he didn't need to worry about it anymore...she made him actually forget. She made him forget he even lost an arm, holding him the way she did before. And she touches him without consequence— something that has him yelling inside his own head that for the first time, he can...! ]
Yes.
[ ...He can do the same. More than he already had been doing, anyway. To cradle her face, to taste more than just her lips as he pondered if the rest of her was just as soft to sweep with kisses, if it wasn't just her curvy little butt his hand had been groping earlier as he towers over her with his crimson and emerald hues roaming the front of her body. She has his permission. And she won't need to stop either.
But, ]
Can I touch you too? [ A heartbeat. Quickly, Weiss. Before he crushes his lips right back against yours. ] Touch you more?
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He'd see her lips curl into a smile when she does get what she wants, but she doesn't get on with it as if she's in a rush. This isn't even about the romance or the cuteness anymore, this is just Weiss at her core, graceful until the end. Except when she isn't, anyway. Then he asks the same thing. Funny, when he's already practically groped her under ass already, but she doesn't point it out. He's quick to tack on something else, too. ]
Twenty crepes.
[ Yet another soft laugh, and a sickeningly sweet smile because she's so proud of herself for coming up with that one on the fly. The way she tilts her head up at him, the want in her eyes that hasn't faded, She isn't going to make him pay her in exchange for more of this. Not now.
Though maybe another timeBut if it means using her wit, that tongue of hers that could be so sharp any other day for something clever in this instance? Then she will. Not to mention, for all the teasing she's put him through so far, she can't exactly seem so easy now, can she? ]no subject
At least they can stay there, in his head. Thoughts that would embarrass the hell out of him if anyone ever knew. Thoughts that would have confused him to the point of angrily punching a hole in a wall. It wasn't just this whole resort. Ragna was going to need time to process a lot of things going ahead. Especially when he's caught in Weiss' smile. Then she ups the ante. A softer laugh, and a smile so sweet it could make someone's teeth ache.
He's just a human named Ragna. He's done fighting. He's done fighting anything right now. And before he can make good on capturing those sickeningly sweet lips to his, his eyes soften and a smile that may never surface again is shared as he ponies up. ]
Deal.
[ Twenty. She can charge him anything she wanted to if it meant that he didn't get to stop anymore. He kisses her slower this time, the arm that'd been framing over her tiny body on the move too as his lips part for hers once more. He hadn't finished drinking her in yet, his tongue more boldly delving into her mouth as every sweep and wet little 'smack' ushers in another deep heated sigh from her tall partner. His fingers sink more possessively into her backside, hunched lower over her so she wasn't just clinging off of him despite the mild discomfort. It's all worth it right now.
Especially when he makes good on what he asked for as she'd find his hand cupping her breast, curious but not stopping before he gently squeezes, kiss just as deep to throw a log on that fire. ]
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Really, though. There's no point in asking for payment when that feeling of being wanted, sought after, and appreciated that she gets from this is already giving back. She'd let him touch her again, provided they're in the right place and the right time, if it meant that his thoughts were just as muddled and cloudy thanks to that desire to be with her.
His mouth is on hers again, tongue lapping against hers, making that fire within her grow and burn a little brighter. The songbird's melody continues, high in pitch, needy in tone. It's as if she's calling him without the use for words, telling him that that hand on her ass can do more than just that, and how the hand on her chest feels so hot that she might actually see a mark on there whenever she takes off her clothes. It won't be too obvious outside of fervent squeezes, but her nipples are slowly becoming erect that her even the padding of her dress won't be able hide it.
And he can keep touching her. More than he's already done. Weiss will do the same now that she has his consent, pulling the lower end of his shirt out of his pants so she can slip her hand underneath, touching bare skin. Her smaller and softer fingers splay against his stomach, her palm gliding upwards so softly and gently. It shouldn't hurt when she curls her fingers to lightly scratch at his chest, a playful little gesture she makes in between kisses. How fun would it be to explore him some more, even with a stupid ghost watching them? So long as they're enjoying this too, and aren't really going to do anything bad to them... she supposes it's alright. ]
Wish you could sit down...
[ She whines when she pulls away to catch some air, and it's also then that she takes a moment to begin unbuttoning his shirt with her other hand.
It would seem that the Teasing Trio are of the same mind, though. They can barely see Weiss this way, what with Ragna towering over her and blocking the view! It's not like his back is entertaining to begin with! And so, they decide to give the two a push. The hows and whys don't matter when as Ragna might feel something bump against his legs from behind.
This chair. ]
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He knew what sex was. He knew how it was supposed to go. All he can think of is going with what feels right, and that's letting things escalate...and escalate...and escalate as long as he doesn't get too far ahead of her.
Consider this your House initiation, Ragna the Bloodedge. You said it yourself. Weiss Schnee was a good "first". So take good care of her, will you?
She sings so sweet, tastes so sweet, that his thoughts go running away on him ahead of their making out. He's only ever heard of it, but what would she taste like if he, for once, willingly knelt before her? It wasn't just his hands that couldn't touch this way before that were curious, if the rolling deep moan he returns as she touches across bare, muscular skin...up and up, and an inviting scratch against his chest. Their height difference makes it hard for him to just satisfy that itch to grind when the front of his pants were tugging tighter and tighter with each passing moment, but kissing her was just as addictive that it was impossible to know when to stop. Not when he can feel her nipple peek beneath the padding of her bust. She's slowly unbuttoning him too...
No fair. He wants to see her too. Touch and taste? Why not sight? He wants to see everything about her and burn it into his brain. Good luck getting this girl out of his head— he wouldn't be able to even if he wanted to.
And he didn't. ]
You're good...
[ He doesn't even know how much experience she's had, but that hardly matters to him. Weiss is the only thing he can think of and want right now up until— ]
Ah—?
[ He can think of asking to see more of her after. Especially when that lustful haze he's been pulled down into the depths of clears briefly. Long enough for him to feel something sliding into the backs of his legs. As she works on unbuttoning his shirt, something he doesn't mind at all if it gives her everything she wants to explore, his attention is only temporarily broken from her to notice the chair stationed behind them. It's long, curvy, narrow...and he can already tell how he's going to need to sit in that to get comfortable. And he also knows where it came from.
But instead of shuddering, or coming up too close to the surface that he can let himself be afraid, the glance he gives the Teasing Trio is still ridden with a twinge of desire. The tender, accepting smile that Weiss was treated earlier subtly shifts, into a little smirk. But it's all for her this time. And he's trusting her to catch him as he's falling deeper.
His hands stop fondling her in the moment, instead gliding down arm, backs of his fingers brushing towards her hand to take it in his again, the other on the curve of her hip as he starts to tug her back with him. ]
That was there when we got here.
[ That's both their excuses now, as Ragna carefully pulls Weiss down with him as he reclines, the narrow width of the chair causing him to spread his legs. Before she can even straddle him if she were to look down, along with the way his dress shirt fans to the sides leaving his broad chest and ripped front exposed...well. There's little hiding the number Weiss already did on him with how full and throbbing the bulge in his pants was already getting. Even worse when wearing all white... ]
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They're being annoying... She's in the mood now, if that wasn't already obvious, but she's not that interested in being watched.
If she didn't know, though... That's something elseRagna's waiting for her, but the few gears in her head are turning as she tries to think of a way to get them not to look.When she finally has it, there's a smirk on her face, and she looks down at Ragna as she's already straddling him as if telling him to wait. She at least keeps her hand on him, both as a means to balance herself and to let him know she's not just going to up and leave. He may as well watch, because she leans back and slips her cardigan off her arms, one after the other. Weiss is petite, and looks even smaller with her shoulders out in the open, the way her sleeves were puffed up seemingly making her look a little bigger then. This isn't for him, even though he can take the rest off if he wanted to. ]
Don't be scared. And you can ask about this later.
[ She lifts two fingers and summons two small Glyphs over both top corners of the painting. A little white glowing bird pops out from one of them, catches the cardigan she tosses over and practically covers half of the painting with it by letting the piece of clothing hang over the corners. It flies back into the other Glyph and disappears, and it gets Weiss to huff in triumph.
"What? No! But we want to see! Please?!"" And the trio most certainly can, if they just attached themselves to the lower half of the painting, but it certainly is one way to obstruct their view. From where they are, even if they crouched down, they wouldn't be able to see much what with the chair blocking the way. "We're expecting you to be loud for us, if we can't watch!"
And they'll probably keep complaining until the cardigan eventually falls down to the floor. It gives them some time and some privacy, at least, because with that done? Weiss doesn't feel as conscious anymore. And she looks back down at Ragna with a small but confident smile on her face. ]
So... It's just you and me now. And this chair that was most definitely here when we entered.
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To let themselves both be swallowed up in a rush of pleasure that he's afraid he might get addicted to. Is this what it feels like? Is this what he can't have?
Luckily for Weiss, Ragna is patient for her, if only because he's the one with far less experience here. And he knows where her ire currently is directed. How the hell do they shut them out? He almost wants to try punching them and seeing if his fist can actually pass through to literally knock them out. An isolated thought that doesn't dispel the mood or his drive for her, thankfully...and even more thankful with the fact that Weiss was already setting a plan in motion. Mismatched red and greens follow her, study her every little movement and slip as the cardigan slips off and makes her appear even tinier on top of him than before. With how lazily he's lounged back like this, it only sparks sinful thoughts further to the forefront at a new record pace.
What a contrast. Beautiful, yet with how riled up Weiss has driven up in following her lead as a dance partner, so desirable. Like he could give up everything else he knew in this one solitary moment as long as he could preserve her. Curiosity does raise that brow of his when Weiss warns him not to be scared. ]
What're you gonna—
[ That's when, like a conductor orchestrating her instruments, two snowflake-patterned Glyphs manifest as he cranes his head back. Just in time to see an ethereally glowing white bird flap out by her command. They're direct. There is no deviation when she tosses her cardigan at it before the sense of wonder in Ragna's eyes shifts. Especially when the cardigan is left draped over the painting of goddamn voyeurs. Ragna can't help himself, speaking quietly while she wraps up her seemingly magic handiwork with an almost rhetorical: ]
Ars Magus...? [ And should she catch that, he'll return the favour as his eyes are back on her. This time for good. ] And you can ask about that later.
[ They were like magic circles he'd witness home when various Ars Magus wielders would trigger spells. Luckily for Weiss, they didn't scare him in the slightest. In fact, they drew his curiosity. A curiosity he curbs when he arches his back once upon a heated sigh before letting himself completely recline again beneath her.
His smile his back too, his hands squarely on her soft and smooth thighs as she mounts him. She didn't have to do that...but something told him that it was just as much for her as it was for him. ]
And I've got the best seat in the house.
[ There you go, Ragna. Seems they both do, as his hands start roaming once more, strong, assertive, confident. Gliding higher up underneath the skirt of her dress before teasing towards the insides of her thighs, before ghosting back down once more. Speaking of that dress, as a hand that could wrap around her tiny waist smooths up the side of her body... ]
Where's the zipper?
[ Make this seat even sweeter. ]
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And as she looks down at him now that things have settled down and realises he isn't scared? Well, that's a good thing! But she does start to wonder if she could use her Glyph in other instances. . . in cases like these. . .
But that's a thought she can think about some more another time. She isn't in the mood to experiment, and it doesn't seem like this is a good opportunity for it either. He told her she's a good first, and even though they don't really have a choice but comply to what the Teasing Trio want, she doesn't want this to be a bad experience. ]
I don't know, I feel like I'm the one who has it.
[ She's already straddling him. He's still got his hands on her, and her hands are back on his chest. But just to prove a point, she does move her hips, grinding against his erection just to let him know where exactly it is she's seated. A nice and comfortable spot, if she had anything to say about it.
To his question, though, she shakes her head. ]
No handouts. Find it yourself.
[ Sure, she's teasing a little bit, but she leans in, her one hand moving upward from the centre of his chest to hold onto his shoulder. The other stays to feel him up, enjoying how sculpted his upper body is, a huge contrast to her own. It's not something she finds visually attractive, but it certainly feels different. ]
You're going to need to learn if you're going to be here a while, you know.
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[ Is this confidence in her elevator partner? Not exactly, but as he finds himself so relaxed with her, even with his hands exploring as they do and taking extra interest in how soft she felt...this is more like comfort. Considering where he came from and the life he's lead, being this close with anyone was abandoned to him. If he ever had fleeting thoughts, they were drowned out by anger and a focus on what did matter. Yet her h is, on his back with a petite young woman grinding and riding out his growing erection and urging another deep and enticed moan out of Ragna. ]
Huh?
[ She teases him, but she's already done a fine job in dispelling his doubts and worries that she's earned a side of him that's very rare indeed. She may not know it yet, but it's a tenderness and trust that he hasn't placed in practically anyone like this before. And she's still guiding him. Leaving him guessing. Yet he's more lost than frustrated this time...especially when she does encourage him with words that are going to stick with him for some time if he winds up checking in. Ragna was going to need to learn if he was going to be here a while. If he was going to survive and if fighting wasn't going to solve anything, whether he liked it or not...
He was no bed layer, no womanizer or even a romantic. Ragna didn't have anything to fall back on beyond what he's heard or read, not entirely clueless about what to do. But the idea of sleeping around to build a hand; he doesn't show it on the surface now, but why does that thought burn him a little? If he was going to stay here for a while after all...then why couldn't he just have one?
Add it to the list of what's going to keep him awake at night until he checks in.]Fine. I don't mind a little work.
[ Especially when the "work" looks as good as she does on him, leaning over him the way she does as Ragna's feet find better purchase spread as they are so he can roll his hips up against hers harder. At the same time, his hand fumbles while the other continues to keep her attended to with curious fondles of her chest. First, fingertips dipping into the curve of her spine all the way up, until he looses a warm sigh. Frustration? No. No you can be more patient than that, Ragna.
She gave you both all the time in the world.
He thought the zipper would be on the back, but instead, as he retreats and glides around the side...he feels a little fray. Or, an opening? It's the zipper alright. He thinks he's past the point of asking for more when he'll follow her every step, or take the lead like he's doing now when he gives a little tug to zip her side down.
It sounds so loud in his head, and the thought of stripping Weiss down himself, his little reward for being a good little proactive student, will earn her a more pronounced, excitable throb that gets his breath hitching. Okay. Now it was starting to hurt a little, his clothed cock grating against the inside of his own zipper through his briefs. Once he's got her top loosened enough, his hands return to Weiss' soft thighs, squeezing and caressing over them as he gets the chance to admire her bare breasts in his view. ]
Damn...
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She didn't think that would even be a thing, but it is.
Ragna will at least be guided by her hand so he doesn't just pull on it in one big swoop and make her dress pucker or jerk her around. Slow, steady, and the zipper follows, fanning out from one side then the other, until her bare upper half is there for him to see. Hah— maybe he really does have the best seat in the house after all.
Showing her body to someone else isn't something that she gets shy about, but there's something about his reaction that gets her to sputter. She almost wants to tell him not to stare, but why would she not want that? Keep looking at her. She's desirable, someone worth chasing and pampering, and— ]
Your turn? I mean- your pants.
[ Giving, a people pleaser, seeking constant approval. ]
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It's impossible not to stare, but there's solace for Weiss with how he's not hungrily feasting upon her, like a predator on the brink of pouncing on delicious prey. No.
This is Ragna's first boob. Mercy pls.Although there is something adorable about the way that she sputters. Something he didn't even know was supposed to be adorable. Oh Weiss, he's looking at you. You're a First of many kinds for him today. His First companion in this damnable resort. The First person he felt "normal" around. His First touch. First kiss. First smile that disarmed the dangerous Grim Reaper, his scythe broken and scattered to the wind in her eyes.If this wildcard gets discarded, there's a part of him that doesn't want to forget this. Even if he can't have her name. If he can have this feeling stay with him when he crosses back into that field beneath an empty sky, before he continues on that hellish trail he must walk...
Don't let him forget what it felt like to know that this was okay.
So Weiss? You'll get everything in here. Desire. To be pampered and doted on. You have Ragna the Bloodedge's undivided attention in this moment. Don't make him chase you too long. His First is already spoiling him. ]
O-Oh...
[ Was it vulnerability? Or simply Weiss being the only one who can Observe him and preserve this piece of him? Crimson burns ever so bright in his cheeks to the point they sting, deep red and green hues trailing away with a flicker before shyly glancing back up to Weiss with a sense of wonder. Not uncertainty. But well-behaved excitement as those strong hands of his would gently massage her exposed thighs, up and down, thumbing along the inside from both sides. He swallows thickly. Her gentle desire echoes in his head one more time.
"Can I touch you?" ]
Yeah. My turn.
[ And she'll find him a very proactive participant. She won't need to work hard. Not when he's prepared to plant his feet and raise those hips of his when the time comes. ]
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While she isn't speechless that only a "damn" comes out of her, she does look at his cock, takes it in, before commenting: ]
There it is. The best seat in the house.
[ Her gaze seeks his, and she lets out a soft laugh. Yeah, she's gunning for him to laugh, too. Sorry, Ragna. If you were hoping for something wild, passionate, and lust-driven for your first time... you instead get a dork for a partner. Sure, there'd be passion, there's already lust, but at this time? It's nice Weiss, the one with an awful sense of humour, and the one who's far more caring than she lets on. And at this moment, she intends to take care of him and make sure that this casino doesn't take what should be a nice memory away from him.
What happened after today that they aren't at all soft with one another anymore]Couldn't help it.
[ No verbal apologies. It comes instead in something he would feel when she does settle down again on his lap, her clothed pussy rubbing against his cock. The very sensation is already making her clit throb, but she'll persevere. She wants to keep stoking the fire. ]
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Then she's looking at it, something that gets him to briefly glance down at it as if they're both seeing it for the first time, and his cheeks burn even hotter at Weiss' soft laugh about having the real best seat in the house. He's a big man; he couldn't care less about what people thought of him downstairs either but. If she's gunning to get him to laugh for it? Assuming that was a compliment...
He's actually glad. Glad that Weiss wasn't some sexual little deviant who left him in the dark at every step, struggling to keep up. Besides, he may be hazed with desire for her and want to experience anything and everything she could give him, but he hasn't forgotten everything leading up to this. How she recited a stupid card written out to the Crimson Calamity, or got on a kick of horrible knee puns... He should have been annoyed. Instead, he kept feeding her, giving her fuel to drip over the fire so that this never went out. If everything was staying in this elevator, and she wasn't going to share this with anybody else? If the Trio were blocked away from watching him and the way he smiles up and admires her with a rarer softness while he approvingly throbs for her down below,
Ragna can keep exercising that honesty she seems to like so much. Being sealed lips, a huff through his nose and a deep, brief chuckle, Weiss earns it. He does laugh. Because he thinks he'd much rather like this kind of person over a wild, horny, invasive deviant invading his space without his consent.
He checked in and had to deal with the consequences of this girl in his head goddammit.]Cute.
[ What's less cute and more vivid is the way she finally settles down in his lap, his breath hitching in his throat as his hands slide back one more time over her ass. A contrast of bare and leather for her to feel as he tries to suppress a moan, but it comes off more like a hum in the back of his throat as he watches her work and ride the length of his cock with her cunt. ]
S-Shit... [ Is this what it's supposed to feel like? Like sparks threatening to spread into a wildfire that he never wants to end? Because that's exactly the stimulation he feels while he squeezes Weiss' ass and follows the rhythm of her hips, guiding her back and forth over his girth, glistened with a mingling of both their juices as the throbs become more pronounced than before. ] Weiss...
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She has a feeling that just letting him blindly follow won't amount to anything— it won't be as fun and won't be as thrilling for the both of them. ]
Yup.
[ Cute. Funny. Witty. She's a very nice package all rolled into something so portable. Whether or not he was actually calling her cute or something else, she'll take it, spin it around, and play it the way she wants it to be played. Her smile is just as cute as she adds more weight to her ass, really grinding up against his dick while she watches him from up on high while he gets used to this feeling. If he's already praying her to her now... ]
Will you help me?
[ One hand leaves his chest so she can take hold of his and guide his hand closer to the waistband of her underwear. Her thumb slips inside to gently pull it down from one side, the "help" she meant being him taking care of the other. If he picks up on her cue, she lifts her hips up just enough that it's her ass that gets bare first, shifting her weight to just one side as she lifts herself up on her knees. The end result is her panties hanging off one foot, thin and cute fragile fabric for his eyes to see where he sits. ]
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Until then, if he's not a blank canvas for her to paint upon, her smile only serving to spur and turn him on even more whens he really grinds down on his dick,
Than Weiss was free to paint on him. Provide a blueprint for him so that he can learn, and if he's really going to accept touching others and being touched? One day he'll show her. He can show her how far he's come, in a more appropriate backdrop than a haunted elevator. ]
Help you? [ There's no bite. If Ragna values anything above most, it's when someone is being straight with him. No hints. No clues. No leaving him in the dark. And he may be blindly following her for now, but it wouldn't take long before his own building enthusiasm got the better of him. He's trusting her. With a lot of things. Including what he might say or want to do if she were to let him. She won't need to fret him lying there and just taking this, his pulse beneath her slender hand racing faster as he does catch her cue. His thumb hooks in, unable to help himself as his mismatched gaze follows down between their crotches as they work them down her legs.
Watching her lift her hips, up on her knees...and watching her panties hanging off one foot. She wasn't going to kick it off? Such a thin & delicate little thing that was the only thing between him and her coming down?
He doesn't even know her username yet, but there she is, like an angel from on high. Thanking her didn't really seem appropriate. For what? The view? For the sex? For getting them out of this elevator? But he almost thinks he needs to say something. He...can't really think straight anymore, even if he were unintentionally trying to say something
cringecool. So his body speaks far more honestly for him, his cock rising with a pronounced lurch that sees him stiffening more upright. This big and hard for her.Seeing her panties hanging from her foot was just icing on the cake, it seems like. Ragna swallows thickly then, wetting his lips as he spares a look down at himself and just how small Weiss was to him. His red and green eyes look up to her, feeling an onset of nerves setting in...which makes him only throb more? His stomach clench a little harder? Oh god. She is okay with this too, right? With him? ]
Hey... [ A beat. ] Um... [ Take it easy? Go slow? Not for his sake, he's thinking, but it's embarrassing thinking of that outloud. And while he doesn't get huffy in the process when he finally finds his words, hands reaching up the backs of her thighs before firmly groping her ass, Weiss gets her own answer out of Ragna. ] I won't just lay here.
[ Meaning that she wouldn't need to do all the work for him if she's going to stay on top. ]
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[ ... big blue eyes look straight at him as he says that. He won't just lay here? Well, it's not like she was expecting him to, even though she's sat on him like this. Was that the sort of signal she was sending him, to leave it all to her? Or is he telling her that to set her expectations, too? ]
No, I didn't think you would.
[ But it does get her to think, though. It's at the same time that they'll be able to hear the painting chime up again. While they can't see, they seem to find it cute that these two are fumbling and figuring things out together by actually talking, instead of losing themselves to passion. It gets her cheeks red again, and she looks away from him. ]
Did you... want to be on top?
[ He was the one who sat like this, after all, bringing her here on his lap! And while she certainly doesn't mind, if he wanted to switch, then she would move for him. ]
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Should have just sucked it up and stayed embarrassed in calling her beautiful. The paintings chime up, and he can hear them. But now? That initial fright of their presence is gone. Now they're just annoying. Idle commentary. How cute of them to be fumbling about. Rather, that's mostly Ragna, to be fair to Weiss. It's not enough to cause him to break his gaze away from her as the hands on her butt settle back just beneath. And here came Weiss' consolation for this minor hiccup when she asks if he wanted to be on top. And his face just colours hotly, mismatched green and reds blinking before he quickly manages to chime up without so much as a stutter: ]
No no, no, this is fine. I was just making sure that... [ Do not fucking say you were making sure she kept the best seat in the house. His voice trails one more time— as Weiss did looking away from him...
No. He doesn't. Honestly it'd be a disservice to look away as he fights through his fluster, and tries to talk loud enough over the drumming of his heart in his ears.
One more time, Ragna. ] ...that you'll feel good, too.
[ Honesty. ]
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So she meets his gaze again when he tells her why he said that, what he wants to happen, and returns his honesty with a little bit of her own. ]
I... want to try it, like this. [ By which she means, her riding him. She's never done that before is what she means to say, but it also feels embarrassing to admit out loud that she's had sex with other people before. Yes, they're in a casino where people do have sex almost every second, but it doesn't mean she should be open about her activity to someone! Especially someone she just met! ] But if you find that you don't like it, then you can tell me.
[ She moves her hips a little then back, slowly. Her lips paint his shaft with a bit of her arousal. Something to keep them going as they figure things out together. ]
I want you to feel good, too.
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He knows what to do in concept, but...maybe it was better if Weiss was the one setting the tempo. Getting used to something new. Before Ragna can say anything else after she's mentioned that he can say if he won't like it, her slick folds are already coating his shaft with a sheen of her arousal. It's such a light brush, something that only makes him all the more aware of how wet she was along his measure. He throbs some more, the flames rekindling again...
Then again, she didn't really need to work hard to do that. It's Weiss saying that she wants him to feel good too when his hands gently find purchase on her hips. Even while she glides herself back and forth over his cock that he finds his smile again. A soft one on the end of a huff of breath. ]
With a sight like you, I will.
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she's popular to boot, she knows she looks good. Those words only boost the ego that she already has, but he's lucky enough that she doesn't poiny it out just yet. Unlike what she did earlier before she kissed him, anyway. ]That waiter's going to be so upset, hearing you say something like that... [ 😌 A lowly 5 like her, hands not at all just on herself around Mr. Bloodedge? Mr. Bloodedge's hands on her? Ooh boy. Weiss isn't doing any of this out of spite, but remembering them now has definitely made her want this to be good for him. That's one way to tell a person they suck, right? By... giving someone else an amazing orgasm? ] It's too bad though. I don't think they could have done anything especially with your crush on me.
[ By which she means to say, Ragna would have put the moves on her at some point. (Ah... there it is.) She's only kidding though, really keen on keeping the mood light between them. Weird as this whole situation is—they're in the middle of a goddamn elevator!—she's actually having fun. Lighthearted teasing with words so sweet and charming, she forgets that they've only just met a couple of hours ago. While she doesn't know him, there's a certain level of comfort she feels around him that she was even able to ask him what he likes without turning into a blushing and huffy mess. That sense of familiarity is helping her in wanting to please him, as well. He's been nice to her, so it's easy to return the gesture.
She gives him yet another roll of her hips as she slowly lifts herself up, leaning forward a little so she can press their lips together. It's at the same time that she aligns her entrance with the tip of his cock, small and quicker motions with her hips back and forth as she works to slot him right where her hole is before dipping lower and lower, adjusting where she sees fit so that she can sheathe him inside her. ]
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It's the real reason he tensed as much as he did when she took his hand earlier. And she's the reason now that he's dropped his guard as far as he has. That he's letting her know that he's accepting her, not just in such an intimate fashion. Man, if the House really does deem to add this card to their little deck, than something told him that one way or another...this wasn't the last that he was going to see of this little angel currently teasing him for how much he's managed to loosen up around her.
So. She's not wrong. She is...holy shit he's actually letting the thought of this girl being sexy enter his head, and just acknowledging that and the way she stirs him with such vivid arousal was enough to make his head spin. But keep it straight, Ragna. Don't lose sight of her while she teases and riles you that much more. Enough that she calls him out on that 'crush' of his again.
Enough that while he's still flustered, heart hammering wildly in his chest, it's not enough to drop that smile from his face completely. Even if she earns a rare, shy huff that almost passes for a laugh out of Mr. Grim Reaper here. ]
That's cute, thinking I'm the kinda guy that'll crush that.... [ First it was the roll of her hips as she lifts herself up and closer to him. His voice slips. ] easi...ly... [ Next it was the kiss as she aligns herself with the broad head of his cock, and those smaller and quicker motions back and forth to slot herself just right rendering a rumble of a moan against her lips. But he's not going to break this off. If Weiss was going to say or feel anything when she slowly starts dipping lower, his lower abdomen clenching rock solid as his cock throbs quicker with anticipation... ]
Haa...haa-
[ Oh God. And with just a little more pressure, his lips sweeping hers as he shuts his eyes and revels in the feeling, his hands don't force her down, only keeping a secure hold on the curve of her hips as his cock finally pops inside proper, only to sink down and sheath herself on him. Downright sinful heat blooms from his turgid measure, what inches of him she hasn't taken vividly pulsating along her stretched, tiny entrance as his hands find themselves taking a nice hold of her ass.
She tasted so good on his tongue, even now as he looses more of a airy moan against her now. How did she feel even better? It's so tight, yet it's such a mind-numbingly good grip as his dick drags her walls, his hips giving a little roll of appreciation up inside. Nothing too deep yet, but to make good on what he said earlier. That he wasn't just going to lie here for her.
But in a moment or two. Because whenever they do stop kissing, whatever words fly out of this man's mouth were likely to have her name attached to them.
Yeah. Best seat in the house. And they're both sharing it. ]
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Her eyes brighten considerably when it seems what he's saying back are words that get trapped just like his breath does, though. Good. Let her win this one, Ragna, if you want to play the long game. The more you give her that feeling of victory, the more she'll be nicer to you in the end.
She doesn't want to let go of his lips now that she's captured them again. Not at this time. Not while she rolls her hips back ever so slowly as she takes him in, her pussy getting stretched to some degree until her walls are wrapped around his cock tightly. He's not the only one who moans, because she does, too. A little high-pitched squeak in the midst of it all, spurring her to kiss him some more, letting her tongue seek his and play with it for a damn good while.
It is unfortunate she has to breathe though, pulling away, and even propping her hands on his chest so she can actually seat herself properly on her "chair". She offered if he wanted to be on top, but since they didn't switch, she's looking at him while her braid swings back and forth slightly from the motion. Cheeks so flush, the redness even trailing down her neck and her shoulders. She heaves out a heavy sigh as she gets used to the feeling of fullness.
This is different. . . And she hasn't quite decided if she likes this position, but she did say she wants to try it. She wants to stay like this a little longer, when it feels like she could feel that dick inside her a bit more fully, throbbing, almost as if she can feel it through her stomach. Before she can properly get used to the feeling, he's already rolling his hips, making her fingers curl against his chest and scratching him lightly. ]
It's okay...?
[ See, she'd be asking if he was okay, but she's already reminded of what he said earlier, how he won't just lie there. Her pussy beats like a heart around him, and even without being touched, her clit begins to throb lightly. She moves her hips down some more, taking more of him in, sighing hotly as she closes her eyes. Just a bit more. . . there's a need for it that's started to burn inside her, but she might need a bit more of a warm up for that. So she lifts herself up instead, just about an inch or so, then back down some. A little more heat, her wetness coating his shaft some more in the process. ]
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It wasn't just this experience, her bright and pure blues weakening him without him saying it aloud, committing the taste and feeling of her lips and deeper on his tongue, or the sensually slow roll of her hips back as her walls stretch in a bid to fit his hotly pulsing cock. Weiss' impact on him was going to linger for quite some time yet— really give him something to think about and keep him up at night. Not just about what they were doing in this haunted elevator she's rigged a modicum of privacy for, but the fact she did this without getting hurt by him... Oh if only he knew what was to come; Ragna wouldn't stop thinking about this. Of her. Of what his Azure Grimoire being so "silent" meant for him.
Her kisses were so dizzying to him, her tongue playing with his in a bid to drown the moans of wanton approval from her partner leaving his head swimming. Everything feels so much more pronounced like this; he's never felt anything like this, even as Weiss pulls away so they can finally breath. As she props herself up with her smaller hands on his broader pecs, his mismatched gaze was left captured in hers, her braid swinging in his peripheral as the low lighting of the elevator casts her in a glow that gets his exposed abdomen clenching so tight. Something more for Weiss to feel as his already rigid cock lurches, coupling into her cute yet heavy sigh as she adjusts to the fullness.
How the hell was it supposed to get even BETTER than this? He wants to leave imprints of his hands in her hips, the invasive thought of what she'd look clutching this reclining chair beneath him while he pounded her into oblivion mingling deliciously with the way Weiss attempts to keep her composure adjusting to his dick. How deep was he already, and her pussy was already tapping around him like a rhythmic drum, urging Ragna to give inviting little rolls of his hips as his thigh muscles tense for each upward stroke. Still not a lot...not yet, not when he's doing his damnest to let Weiss control the pace. The bite of her nails into his chest coaxes a heaved sigh of pure heat from the larger man,
Ragna was more than okay right now. If anything: ]
Helluva lot more than "okay". [ Especially when Weiss moves her hips down just a little more, another heavy inch as he grits his teeth. More restraint. More temptation seeing her begin to carefully rock herself on his cock like it were a new toy. This position was a first for her too, right? Of course she needed time to learn how to play with this. ] Feels so fucking good... [ he punctuates that deeply entrenched, yearning praise for her with another oh-so-slow thrust of his hips, shallow still as he's angled in a way that deliciously rubs her insides.
Those strong hands of his move with her, stroking up and down along her hips as his thumbs give little kneading presses. ]
Hey.... [ Perhaps little Weiss would get a prelude, talking properly with her. ] Where do you like being touched?
[ He's not an idiot. There's her cute, perky rack that's pressed between her arms as she slowly warms herself up on his cock, or that butt of hers he's already been giving ample attention while they were making out. But he's anything but lazy. What can he do to make her feel good? Better than what that blissful burn of his cock sinking a little deeper wasn't already doing to her? ]
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Yeah... It feels good like this, too.
[ They move slowly and gently, but the waves of pleasure that thrums into her is anything but, spurring her to chase it and go faster. That can be something for later. She still needs a moment, spreading her arousal up and down his dick with each languid movement she does with her hips and with each thrust he makes into her.
And even then, her smile doesn't fade. Ragna's question only makes her cheeks red, and her breath cut for a moment. ] Wha- [ That was the wrong moment to slide lower, taking him as far as he can go until the head of his cock is not only rubbing against her core with how deep he is, but it knocks back and grips him tightly like a vice. Wrong moment, for sure, because now she's rendered speechless for two different reasons.
One because this feels amazing, that feeling of being stretched out, how full she feels on the inside, the jolt of electricity that course through her— it's all so good. Two, because she doesn't even know what to say to that. It's sweet of him to ask, if his asking is due to wanting to make her feel good, and she has done something similar before, asking partners how she could make them feel good and all. The response to her was a mixed bag, so Weiss doesn't have any cool one-liners to mimic at this time. And with her brain having gone haywire already thanks to him, she doesn't have it in her to give it proper thought. ]
Don't make me think, Ragna. Anywhere. Just— [ There's a bit of a whine in her tone, but she isn't complaining at all. In fact, she tries to find one of his hands, placing her own atop his. She tries to move by lifting her hips up some, then back down again. Slowly, still, just with more distance this time around. ] Just keep your hands on me.
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