Yoimiya really was going to be the end of him. A heavy sigh escapes from him as she kisses down his jawline, feeling his trousers tighten as his thoughts jump to the endless possibilities of what that could mean, what they could do. He personally wouldn't mind taking this a few steps farther, as his hand cups and grips hungrily into her ass, but he'll grant her request. It wouldn't do if someone caught them and made it awkward. His time is limited, and Tartaglia is more interested in making every moment count.]
I suppose, if I must... [He muses, pressing a brief kiss to her lips before continuing on.]
But when we're done with the festival here, I'd like to move somewhere more...private, if you don't mind.
[And even if he doesn't have the time, he'll make the time. Those bright eyes of hers is something he wants to keep in his sights for a little while longer, captured by her confidence and beauty. And she's competent in a fight- he wonders if she'll spar with him a little too, before he departs.
He brings his hand idly up to play with the sarashi around her chest, his finger sliding down inside of it from the top, hooking into the top part playfully.]
I don't think it would be appreciated by any of the guests if I unwrap you now, [he says with a wink, letting his fingers brush over her breast lightly, leaving only the faintest trace linger there. He can tell how needy she is, and he is too. But it's more fun to tease and get her excited for later when they can really let loose.]
So let's enjoy the rest of the festival for the time being, shall we? We can take care of other matters immediately afterwards.
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Yoimiya really was going to be the end of him. A heavy sigh escapes from him as she kisses down his jawline, feeling his trousers tighten as his thoughts jump to the endless possibilities of what that could mean, what they could do. He personally wouldn't mind taking this a few steps farther, as his hand cups and grips hungrily into her ass, but he'll grant her request. It wouldn't do if someone caught them and made it awkward. His time is limited, and Tartaglia is more interested in making every moment count.]
I suppose, if I must... [He muses, pressing a brief kiss to her lips before continuing on.]
But when we're done with the festival here, I'd like to move somewhere more...private, if you don't mind.
[And even if he doesn't have the time, he'll make the time. Those bright eyes of hers is something he wants to keep in his sights for a little while longer, captured by her confidence and beauty. And she's competent in a fight- he wonders if she'll spar with him a little too, before he departs.
He brings his hand idly up to play with the sarashi around her chest, his finger sliding down inside of it from the top, hooking into the top part playfully.]
I don't think it would be appreciated by any of the guests if I unwrap you now, [he says with a wink, letting his fingers brush over her breast lightly, leaving only the faintest trace linger there. He can tell how needy she is, and he is too. But it's more fun to tease and get her excited for later when they can really let loose.]
So let's enjoy the rest of the festival for the time being, shall we? We can take care of other matters immediately afterwards.