voicetesting for canonmates and fate/servant AUs

[saintgraphing]

POV: your master hands you a literal stack of holy grails and levels you to 100 what do you do

yes that's the entire prompt

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[saintgraphing]

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...

[commedia]

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.]

[saintgraphing]

[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...

[commedia]

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.

[saintgraphing]

[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.]

[commedia]

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.]

[saintgraphing]

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.]

[commedia]

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.

[saintgraphing]

[Well, they do have their tiddy out all the time. Of course they'd want to touch them eventually. Ritsuka rubs her hand lightly against a nip.]

Is this good?

[commedia]

Nnnn. Yes...excellent.

[What a shameful noise - Douman shudders, leaning into the touch. No, definitely not enough. They circle a thumb around one of Ritsuka's nipples in return, covetously.]

[saintgraphing]

[Oh, that is good. They can't quite hold back their moan as they switch to palming them with both hands, one for each.]

D-Douman...