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[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...

Hh... [They tangle their hands loosely in Douman's long hair.] I didn't think this is how you'd be thanking me for them...

Hahahaha. I am still filled with surprises...

[The touch to their hair is appreciated, and Douman lets out a low noise, hand moving to gently pluck one of the bra straps to pull it down, before following with the other. In the meantime, they kiss, once twice, three times, down in a line on the chest, just allowing Ritsuka to enjoy the light feeling of it before they will inevitably wish for more.]

[The light touch tickles a little, and Ritsuka breathes out a sigh. Some part of them wants to cover up, overwhelmed by the way Douman looks at them sometimes - but they resist the urge.]

Please...

What do you want, from this Douman? What desires do you want me to grant?

[They say, quietly, now reaching to pull down the other's bra to expose their chest - the sight of it makes them let out an appreciative noise.]

I'm here to use, however you want. [And a kiss to the top of one of their breasts.] I'm yours.

[Actually saying it is even more embarrassing - which is no doubt why they're asking.]

P-please touch me more... [Their body arches up, demanding more of those kisses.]

Touch you more? Ahh. Your wish is my command.

[Isn't it the duty of a Servant to please their Master, whether in battle or the bed? Douman's hands slide over the other's waist, fingertips caressing up and around the curve of their breasts before giving them a light squeeze. In the midst of it all, Douman peppers kisses, one after the other, along the middle of the other's sternum.]

Ahhh - and, and I want to touch you too.

[From this position, all they can really reach is Douman's hair, which they pet with great affection - but that's not the kind of touch they mean.]

You do? My Master is so kind. Touch me, then.

[The touch to the hair is nice, intoxicating, but its not enough. With a low whine, Douman trails one of their hands to the other's grasping it gently to pull it to splay on their chest.]

Touch me wherever you'd like.

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