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[Sometime in the late afternoon, there will be a ring of the doorbell for Sakura. If she opens it, there will be a young man no older than eighteen in rather formal clothes. What she might also notice is that there seems to be a collar strapped around his neck and is also holding a closed and sealed envelope in his hands as well, handing it to her wordlessly.
The seal acts as a bit of a light hypnotic spell in a way and opening it creates a 'contract' between the boy in front of her, and she will recognize it as such at that very moment. Of course, it's very different from a contract between a Master and a Servant in a Holy Grail War - there's no need to provide mana or anything like that, after all.
It's only once it's opened that the light in Atsushi's two toned colored eyes, which looked practically empty before, almost hollow, comes back. There's still something about the way he seems to look at her that isn't entirely there, but it's... a little better than just moments prior.
In the letter, it reads:]
- To the beautiful new Master:
You have now recieved a brand new servant - one that will obey your every whim but especially those sexual in nature. β€
Of course, there are a few things that you should know:
1. Your new servant's name is 'Atsushi Nakajima'. Of course, you may refer to him however you wish. And he will refer to you as his master, or anything you'd like!
2. He has a special ability that turns him into a tiger, but can also just turn some of his limbs into a tiger form, if you'd wish.
If you have any further questions, feel free to ask him. He's all yours now! Good luck.
[Hm.
Well then.]
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Nakajima-san...please be a little forceful with me.
[ Just a little.
That said, she hasn't forgotten about him. She slides a hand down to his shoulder, then down to his shirt, playing with the buttons. Can she? ]
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[He's a little subdued, but an order's an order, even if it's polite. And it isn't as if he's exactly against it, either.
But she can unbutton the vest he's wearing. He won't stop her but, there is slight discomfort for a flicker of a second but then it's gone again as he goes ahead and slips two fingers inside of her. If she wants him to be forceful, then he's going to be less gentle with her.]
Um, let me know if it's... too much, or too little, Sakura-san. And also-- you-- [...] You can just call me Atsushi.
[He's not used to being called by his last name.]
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Um--a-alright. Atsushi-san. It's fine, so...please keep going...
[ Say. Wasn't that the name of a writer? Filing that question away for later.
But back to the matter at hand (lmao), hm...did he not like that? He didn't say anything, but he had a weird look on his face, so she won't touch the rest of his clothes. ]
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And yes, there is an author that shares a name with him.
It's not that he's entirely uncomfortable with her taking off his clothes, he's just a little self conscious. And for good reason.
He does seem to be pleased with her encouragement, though; in fact, he's pretty weak to it, hence why he pushes his fingers a little further, trying to find a good spot that pleases her before going ahead and focusing on that area, slowly pumping his fingers there at first.]
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Sakura doesn't say anything, but judging by her body language he's doing pretty well. She goes all loose-limbed and swings an arm around his neck to tug his mouth back to hers.
And eventually, there it is, his hand brushes up against her in a way that's really, really nice, and her legs buck. For a second, she holds his arm in place, trying to guide it back to how he had held it before. ]
Nnnn...a little more like that...
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But his dual colored eyes fix on hers, because while she might not be saying anything at first, body language is literally everything. And from what he can tell, there is an obvious enjoyment to be shown here.
Which is enough to make Atsushi smile, content.]
Right there, then.
[He keeps his hand in the position that she keeps it at.]
That's where you like it, Sakura-san?
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Y-Yes, that's it...
[ Eye contact is a little hard for her right now, but she'll try. After a point, she starts moving a bit on her own, trying to rock his hand herself. ]
...um, this is a little embarrassing, but, I-- [ he can probably tell, with how she's shuddering and making tiny keening noises, but Ye Queen of Thirst both gets turned on easily and gets off easily. She kind of wanted this to last longer, but it's not like she can't ask him to do something else, later. Right? ]
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Although when she starts to move herself and even admits that she's almost at the point of climax. He stops himself from moving, although if she still wants to keep going, then he won't stop her.
But...]
It's okay, Sakura-san. I'm not going to judge you for finishing quickly. Honestly...
[He smiles again, but there's something pitiful behind it. Almost as if there's something painful there.]
I'm just glad that I'm able to do something like this to satisfy you, to begin with.
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But no, no, no, that won't do. She takes his hand again and pushes it to move in the same direction. Keep going, gosh. She can feel it, she's breathing heavy, just a bit more--
To Sakura's continued embarrassment, she comes very suddenly and with a drawn-out groan. She slaps a hand over her mouth, but too late. Her body shudders and jerks in place, legs clamping over his hand.
...honestly she's feeling too mortified to too look him in the eye again. So she shuts her eyes, riding the waves out against his fingers. ]
A...Atsushi-san...?
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But he can hear her heavy breathing and Atsushi knows that she's getting close, so he finds himself holding his breath when she finishes, his face turning a beet red as when all's said and done.
Even if this is what he was meant to do, he's still...]
Y-Yes?!
[Okay, his voice pitched a little high and nervous right there, even as they're still so close like this.]
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[ hm! awkward!
Sakura shivers a little and lets go of his hand. Right. He. Probably doesn't want her to keep holding it down there.
It was sort of a non-sequitur mumble of his name, she realizes, when she doesn't have anything to tell him right now.
Hm. What does she do, right now?
She's just gonna. Lay her head on his shoulder for bit. ]
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He does move his hand away even if he isn't exactly sure what he should do. Instead he just glances away a little before she finally lays her head on his shoulder, which isn't necessarily a bad thing.
In fact, it's kind of nice and comforting, actually. Enough for him to lean up against it a bit, smiling a bit in what seems to be a rather relaxed manner.]
... If there's anything else I can do for you, Sakura-san. Let me know.
[His words are earnest, if anything.]
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Look. She didn't think post-climax warm fuzzies were a thing but apparently they are. And Atsushi is......soft. ]
I...I'm fine, right now. That, um...that was nice.
[ another cheek smooch
But more importantly: ]
But, ah...what about you? I mean, do you want me to--you know? Reciprocate?
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Atsushi smiles a little bitterly before shaking his head.]
You don't have to go out of your way to do something like that for someone like me, Sakura-san. . .
[He's not saying no, but he isn't exactly saying yes, either.]
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[ putting a hand on his chest s l o w l y ]
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[He'd really like that.]
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I am. Otherwise...I wouldn't have asked you to touch me.
[ trailing her hand down lower, lower ]
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I suppose that's true.
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Funny how the embarrassment disappears when the topic isn't her, specifically.
Her hand flutters around his stomach, trailing down again, and she starts fiddling his belt, waiting for a reaction. ]
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But when he's pushed down onto the cushions, he lets out a bit of a surprised yelp.
Even more so when she starts to mess with his belt.]
Ah- Sakura-san--
[His voice comes out a little strangled and his cheeks redden, but he sure isn't stopping her.]
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[ She unfastens the buckle, using the extra space to slide a hand up under his shirt.
She has to tease him just a little. ]
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He can't handle this sort of teasing, and it's made obvious by the choked, high pitched noise that manages to come out of Atsushi's mouth. It's enough to make his face redden out of embarrassment.]
Sakura-saaaaan, don't tease me like thiiiiis!
[At the very least, one can't argue that this isn't Atsushi's true personality considering just how whiny he sounds.]
You were the one who said you wanted to do it, I can't just ask for it!
[ATSUSHI PLEASE]
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[ that is such a cute face, it makes her laugh. Oh she HAS to keep teasing him now.
Her free hand settles between his legs, starting to lightly grip him through the fabric. ]
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He's actually pouting now especially now that she's laughing at him. What a servant.]
AhγΌ Sakura-san, IγΌ
[...]
Please. . .
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Please...what, exactly?
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1/2
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you saw nothing shhhh
Syaoran just can't resist them Sakuras
he can't
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