crowspace | voicetesting for canonmates and fate/servant AUs

I was...

[It was fun. Pretending to be someone they were obviously not.]

[...]

Am I that bad at lying? How unfortunate. [And a little sigh - they reach forward to place a hand on the other's leg.] I can't say I didn't regret trying, though, mm.

[Not gonna fluster at them getting touchy-feely now, nope nope nope.]

You're good at a lot of other things, I think it's probably for the best that you aren't good at lying too.

Ohh? Praise from my lord? What praise it is! Ahh, like sweet nectar to my ears!

[Grinning, Douman leans in to bump their head against Ritsuka's, nails prickling a little into their thigh.]

Hahahaha. This just means I need to work at it even more, though.

I'm not that stingy with my praise, am I...?

[They like to think they compliment their Servants a lot, even the ones who aren't overly affectionate and scratchy cats.]

Not at all. But to hear it after I've lowered my mask...

[A low rumble comes from their chest, like a purr. Their hand reaches up to cup Ritsuka's chin, tilting it upwards.]

Hmmm. How special you are to say such sweet words about one who, at the behest of the alien god, was ever so set against you before.

[They've been doing a good job of not getting flustered before, but even they can't help the red that spreads over their face now.]

Well, I - a lot of my Servants used to be my enemies, not just you...

Yes, but your miraculous Chaldea summoning system doesn't allow much to get through, does it? Even with their prior status as enemies, here, they are summoned anew, ready to start a new life with their new dear Master they have yet to be acquainted with.

[And Douman laughs, leaning in, nose brushing against nose, their two-toned hair surrounding the both of them like a curtain.]

And here we are, continuing from where we left off. Ahhh. I wanted this to happen. I wished to be at your side before you so ruthlessly ended my life. And here I am. Master...ah, my Master...

[They sigh, breath edging into a whine, as they press lips against lips.]

Aren't you happy, to have this Douman at your beck and call? Hm?

Douman-

[They've tried to be unflappable around them, but even they have their limit. They squeak a little when they're kissed, and it only lasts a second before they break away to hide their burning face in Douman's chest.]

G-geeze... give me a little warning before you do that...

[What a beautiful rush of blood in their Master's cheeks! What vivid warmth! Douman chuckles, their hand moving to rest against the back of their Master's head.]

Hahahaha. Forgive this humble priest. I was so overtaken by emotions...nnnn. How exquisite...

[It really is hard, to continue like this. A shudder moves through their body as their nails prick over the other's neck. Douman moves in to press a kiss on the top of their head, murmuring.]

You really are quite sweet, my lord. I feel one taste is simply not enough.

[They take a deep breath or two, before tilting their face up with a determined expression.]

O...okay. I'm ready this time.

[Douman won't embarrass them again! (They will definitely embarrass them again, if not with kisses than with something else.)]

...

[Oh, and the Master is allowing themselves to come back for more. Like a dancer moving at the edge of a shark's tank, about to fall in.]

This is what I was saying before. You are truly irreplaceable. A unique soul, truly. You open yourself up to so much...oh, it almost makes me worried about you, you know?

["Almost".]

[Douman leans in once again, hovering - before twisting their head, pressing a deep kiss against their Master's jawline. Not satiated, they move again, another kiss, and then another above Ritsuka's pulse.]

[Almost, as if they wouldn't enjoy dragging them into the depths of hedonism along with them.

A soft gasp escapes their lips when Douman kisses their neck. It feels good, it does, but - they gently place their hands on Douman's cheeks to tilt their face toward them.]

Not like that, I want to kiss you properly.

[They're the ones who lean in this time, though their kiss is shy and chaste.]

Properly?

[How very funny. Very well, another thing to allow their Master. For sure, a chaste kiss. Douman almost wants to laugh, to ask, exactly, what more they would want out of this snake of a priest besides something as simple as this...]

[But that will wait for later. The Servant sighs into the kiss, their kiss just as gentle at first...before they lean into it, prolonging it with a flick of their tongue across their Master's lips.]

[Like a taste. Just a little taste.]

[Why do they have to want more than this? This is nice. Can't they just enjoy kissing Douman?

The tongue over their lips gets a little gasp, their lips parting automatically. Of course they want a taste - they'd said as much.]

[And there it is: an invitation.]

[Douman takes it. Of course they do - with a low, needy noise, they reach to grip Ritsuka by the side of their face, opening their lips a little further to press their tongue in.]

[Their sharp teeth rub against the other's lips, as if threatening to draw blood.]

[Of course they do. Ritsuka wouldn't expect anything else of them.

Their soft groan is muffled by Douman's tongue. They feel heat in their mouth and the pit of their stomach. It's a lot, but it isn't bad, and they do their best to return the kiss in kind.

One of their hands keeps cupping Douman's cheek, while the other threads gently through their hair.]

Nnnn...

[That characteristic whine comes from Douman as Ritsuka's hand threads through their hair. Its so gentle. One would expect a heavy hand, a fierce hand, to be directed towards an enemy. But Ritsuka isn't like that, are they?]

[Oh, they want more. They want so much more. But it needs to be eased into. One hand is still at Ritsuka's cheek while the other drifts down, cupping the other by the waist to tug them just a bit closer.]

[Douman isn't an enemy. At least, not anymore.

They lean against Douman's broad chest. Like this, they feel supported, well taken care of.]

Mmm...

...My lord.

[They say quietly, drawing back only slightly to break the kiss. A finger, naughtily, brushes along the edge of the other's shirt, nail dipping below it to find a sliver of exposed skin.]

If you continue...why, I won't be able to help myself. You do understand that, do you?

[A shiver passes through Ritsuka's whole body.]

...I don't mind. But, um, I've never done this before, so... Be a little gentle?

...You've never done this before?

[Oh. Oh dear. What a pure little flower, their Master is!]

[All the better to spoil, of course.]

[Douman's eyes, as dark as sin, travel over the other's body, before flicking back to their face. They place a kiss against the other's lips, gentle, but it doesn't hide the hunger in their eyes as they trail a fingernail down the other's chest.]

Lay down, my Master. This humble priest will do their best to satisfy. I'll be soft and sweet, I will. No need to push my lord too much, mm!

[Oh, but how they want to.]

...Okay.

[If they're going to do this, they at least want it to be on a proper bed. They take Douman by the clawed hand to lead them to their bed, tugging them down with them as they lay back.]

I'm in your hands.

Thank you. My gratitude is endless.

[What a blessing. Ritsuka is such a good Master. Offering everything - their kindness, their trust, their body...]

[They are happily dragged over, looming over Ritsuka - its even more apparent how different they are, in terms of size. Douman smiles lightly, caressing the side of Ritsuka's face.]

You are very soft, Master. [And their hand drifts down to that zipper of their shirt, playing with it slightly before starting to tug it down.] Haha. Like opening up a present.

[Their bra is simple and practical rather than cute. If they'd known they were getting ravished by Douman today they might have dressed up more.]

Y-you're such a flatterer.

Mmm, and why would I not flatter? After all, my Master is the one who gifted me so many Grails out of appreciation.

[They bend their head to place a kiss directly over Ritsuka's sternum.]

Even knowing what, exactly, I am...

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