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"Here’s the deal, you say you’re not into Kintoki? Fine.” Your lips leave the silly straw, curling into a smile. “It can be any guy really. I mean, if you tried, you’d be pulling every vaguely interested man within a ten mile radius. But…” Reaching over, you flip through the book Suzuka was reading without asking. You flip the book around to show her, tapping on a page near the end.
“You have to watch the sunset with him.”
“Okay, Master’s like, so underestimating my skills right? ‘Cuz I could bag any of y’all before I get my nails done.” Suzuka continued snickering, monologuing to no one in particular. “But Imma play her little game.”
The plan is this: Find a super cute guy to spend the day with, rizz him up with that sexy Summer Suzuka charm, baddabing baddaboom, share a romantic, tender night together and then get a pic on the gram with the brilliant sunset with that lucky lad. EZ-clap.
And going by the eyes already lingering on her stunning figure, that wasn’t going to take long at all, right?
Making her way to a with a bored look in her eyes, she brushed her hair off her shoulder, allowing those nameless adorers to feed her ever-enhancing ego.
Yup, easy peasy.
That being said…
Uuuuuuuuuugh, this is f**king impossible!
She’d be crouching on the ground in despair if it wasn’t such a lame move. Her eyes frantically jumped from one guy to another as she walked along.
Maybe him? Too tired looking but weirdly alert. Supes shady for a guy working for the security staff. How about that one over there? Uhh, no. Pretty sure he’s taken. As in, completely smitten with his wife and no one else. And we’re not here to play third fiddle, thanks. Oooh that guy over there looks— WAY TOO SERIOUS!! WTF broski, who woke you up on the wrong side of the bed? Hell, looks like he didn’t get any rest. And that stink eye fucking reeks with hate for everyone. Big yikes. That bitch face is on high alert. Nope nope nope.
Even after separating from you and Gawain, Suzuka was having a hard time getting anyone attached to her hip. There were plenty of people eyeing her, taking all her divine beauty in as much as possible. But that was always obvious, her allure was just too good. You can’t turn off being totes adorbs, sorry not sorry 🩷
But no matter who she talked to, walking up to other Servants and tourists alike with all the confidence around her fingers; Suzuka didn’t get that spark. That exciting current of surprise and the sting of potential romance telling you were talking to a total baddie. That sort of feeling you get when your eyes meet and the world fades away with only the beating of your heart keeping you steady. Yeah, being admired felt super good but finding that one person who instantly changes the quality of your summer is a totally different level of awesome.
She changed into her First Ascension. Toning down the Super Summer energy a bit did help her approachability, but it was getting way too obvious when she was putting in effort to carry a conversation by the race track when the guy was just nodding along to whatever she proposed. With a sigh, she gave a silent admission to you, starting to get where your earlier worries were coming from.
“Gotta take a page out of my own book I guess. Well then, I’ll try to talk to—”
“Yo, pit girl! You got a minute?!”
Suzuka’s fluffy ears picked up a familiar voice. Loud and boisterous; exuding a cool and wild youthful exuberance in all directions, like the frizz of static in your hair.
“Hold up hold up, is that who I think it is?” Waving her down with a wide smile and killer shades was a studded biker boy, decked with gold that glimmered way too brightly for the summer. Suzuka hardly had to turn her head for the infectious golden glow of the Red Dragon’s son to reach her.
“Heyyy Kin-chan, whazzup?”
“Yo, if it isn’t Lady Suzuka!” It wasn’t just his voice but the ecstatic grin plastered on his face that was just as charged with that friendly recklessness he was adored for. “Not that it’s nice to see you but whaddya dressing up like a pit girl for? Ain’t ya supposed to be taggin’ along with Master?”
Those sharp shades obscured Kintoki’s eyes just fine; it made him look super serious and mysterious. But it’s when he raised his eyebrows asking about Master in that exaggerated way, or his smile framing his face could quickly drop, agape in simple shock—that softened his unusually hardened features. It was goofy, in a cute way. Like one couldn’t be without the other. Seeing a darker world with a brighter disposition to balance it out. If Kintoki never smiled, she figured he’d look… intimidating? Suzuka pouted, unsatisfied with that train of thought. Luckily the odd sensation she was getting wouldn’t last. Dropping her shades down, flashing the world with a stylish hot pink tint seemed to put a pause on things.
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m being a pit girl. Duh .” She rolled her eyes, playing with her parasol. “What, don’t believe me? It’s all over your face, you know.” She kind of liked how he was trying not to stutter an excuse for her. “Think I’m standing here looking all pretty, ‘cuz I’m like, super bored?” (she is but let’s not say that to her face.)
“N-no…But Boss’s usually the one to tune her up before a race. If I could just find her then-"
“Master’s with Gawacchi right now. Gonna watch the race and all that.” She totally got where Kintoki’s concerns were coming from, but Suzuka wasn’t about to let someone interrupt you get your game on. "I wouldn't But if Bear's that important..."Eyeing the Bear beside him, she gestured to his whole biker attire. “I could to look at it instead.”
Kintoki looked unsure.
"That'd be cool of you Suzuka, and a big help. But the thing is: Bear's pretty picky. Doesn't let just anyone take a look, you know?"
"Picky? Well that's pretty rude to Bear, don't ya think?" She approached the motorcycle, crouching down with a glint of interest in her eyes. "She's just being careful. Which I totally get. You can't just pick anyone from everyone. Gotta have preferences, good eye for character and all that jazz. That's why I prefer to say girls like us are selective, right Bear?"
And much to Kintoki's surprise Bear actually hummed in response. Closing her parsol, Suzuka seemed to come to some sort of agreement with the motorcycle. Flicking up her shades, she looked up at Kintoki with a flattering smile.
"And I think both of you picked the perfect pit girl for the job."
Thankful for the interruption, Suzuka has no problem helping Kintoki out. When they first met in Bristin they bumped into each other revealing that Kintoki, and the other Heavenly Kings were “hired” as lifeguards for Bristin’s beach. Really, it was just demonic monsters coming from the shores that needed to be dealt with. How come Morgan doesn't just deal with them herself? Because as it turns out, even Morgan had things she couldn’t be bothered to deal with. (i.e. too many of them reminded her of oversized insects)
But the job came with an invitation for Bristin and with no reason to refuse, they were also posted on Bristin's beaches. For a while the beach remained mostly clean, and Shadow Perfect Raikou was quick to resolve and scuffle that arose. Tsuna was more than happy to play lifeguard duty at night and Kintoki in the morning. The real problem was time management because Kintoki-busy battling a sea creature without electrifying the sea the race, missed the original preliminary race, which is why he's here now.
"It's just sand."
"Huh? Really?"
Suzuka nodded. She pointed to fuel injector. "It's already clogged but there's sand in it too, making worse. We gotta clean it out is all."
"Ahh, gotcha gotcha. So, what do I gotta do?"
It didn't take too long, with Kintoki guiding her it felt kind of fun. Though it really shouldn't have; being in vacay mode and working? Not a good combo. It was practically the opposite of what she came here for. Plus, her nails were getting dirty cleaning out the injector and tampering with the air filter. Yet by the time they finished, and the race was about to start, Suzuka ended up wishing Kintoki luck, knowing full well they'd be racing each other sooner or later.
Just as she was thinking on who'd win on that one-on-one, out of the corner of her eye she noticed you waving from the stands. At first she thought it was a little cute how you two were enjoying yourselves, but then she picked up where your ass was planted and felt just a little jealous.
Damn I wish that were me.
Kintoki won the preliminary knockout race. But that outcome was obvious to Suzuka. Chalk it up to a Rider's intuition, I guess. And maybe she made a quick buck off that fact, but that's neither here or there. What was unexpected was for the winner to seek her out again.
"Yo, Suzuka wasn't my win Golden!?"
"Damn straight it was! Passing second and third place like it was nothing! The look on that pirate's face was like, totes 'grammable! Wait, hold on, I'll just post it right now." Whipping out her phone, Suzuka set to work. "Big congrats from me, lots-of-hearts-and-big-stars to our newest competition in the Earthman Race!" And she was freaking fast with her fingers. It was the first time Kintoki witnessed Suzuka text; and no amount of Sei going 47 wpm with her phone could ever prepare him for Suzuka going well over 200 wpm with the only thing slowing her down being her nails.
"Uhhhh-S-Suzuka? You good? You're not overdoing it right?"
"Overdoing what?" She peeked up at him—still typing, confused. As if he wasn't floored enough, to see the gold of her eyes for the briefest of moments trained on him while posting several times in the span of seconds, short circuited his brain.
"...N-Nevermind." It was right then and there Kintoki's fear of women with smartphones were born. His curiosity morphed into a fear, as the pink and tanned haze blurring before him and the loud blink of one notification following another. Every buzz of the phone simultaneously dulled and sharpened his senses the longer he stared. The strangely rhythmic sliding of her fingers across the screen paired with the slow strain of his eyes desperately trying to follow those swift movements for a reason he couldn't guess pulled him further into a trance.
"Uhhh, hello? Earth to Kintoki? You still there?"
"Y-yeah?"
"You're all there, right? I was askin' if ya wanna take a pic," Her fingers slid down the phone's case, ready to turn it off. "but if you're tired after that race then-" But instead of feeling the weight of it back in her pocket, she instead got the press of a hand on her shoulder.
"Nah nah, I'm alright! A picture, right? I'm cool with it." Her eyes widened, and for that moment his fingers brushed against her skin, Kintoki would have sworn that answer made her glow like a damn lightbulb.
"Yay!!🩷✨"
Weird, Kintoki thought. Despite his self-proclaimed anxiousness over talking to women, there was a different kind of shock to see Suzuka's crazy wide smile when he agreed to take a picture. The good kind. The refreshingly familiar kind. The sort of shock he'd get from cleaning Bear off or knocking some sense into some no-good thugs. Yet he still got that same nervousness in his blood when she specified that she wanted that picture with him.
But when she got in close, waving the camera in front of them, the soft press her chest against him, the pink and black meshing in with his leather, throwing her arm around his shoulder with a big ol' peace sign; he got that good kind of anxiousness. Similar to what Shuten or Raikou presence would give him, a dangerous level of unfiltered intimidation that would make his hair stand on its ends. But that's where the familiarity ends, because Suzuka was just that friendly. No pose she made with him it feel stifling, it didn't break him into a sweat of mild fear. Her eyes were aimed at the lenses but the rest of her radiated with pure unadulterated good vibes that alleviated any of his worries. So much so that everything in him tingled in unison, warning whatever little intellect he had about her immensely infectious charm.
But like usual, he ignored his brain trying to overthink it; riding with the strongest feeling that overpowered everything else. So when Suzuka finished posting, he asked,
"You up for a ride together?" He felt better already just letting the question out. "That race wasn't enough for Bear, and I wanna see what the competition's like."
He was so direct. The question was so spontaneously thrown out, he forgot to hide his apprehension. Or maybe he didn't care. Hell, she could hear the tiny twinge of uncertainty in his voice, even if he couldn't. Yet for someone so obvious, his heart dashed on his sleeves like a decoration, a strange sensation Suzuka couldn't place where began to thump twice as fast whenever he smiled at her. Which was practically like, all the time.
"Well the KMR3000 could use the action," carefully spinning her parasol, Suzuka's eyes narrowed, as if considering options she didn't have. "So hell yeah I'm in!"
"Golden! Just don't go fallin' behind me, got it?"
"Oh that's rich golden boy, cause I'm about to give you a taste of just how fast I can go."
Throwing caution to the wind. Tossing consideration at the wayside. Leaving all the weight and hate behind to have only the wind and fresh sea breeze brush past your arms. It's the pure thrill, the risk of it reigning over all your common sense just to grasp at the heart pounding rush. The wind tearing at your face, the cold pricking at your skin, the loud engines overwhelming your ears. The taste of salt and danger of being at the edge of the sea and land. That's what free riding's really about. With no one to hold them back or throw warnings in their faces. Two Servants for the shortest moment that lasted a lifetime, went rogue, their motorbikes ripping into the mountain trails in an coiling twists of pink lightning in broad daylight, with every burn of their engines challenging the harsh glow with the sun by blazing a trail of their own for no one but themselves.
And despite the need for the solidarity in these droplets of clarity, the ever present reminder of dancing around the Earth as a so-called familiar of the Throne, the flood of Divinity seeping through her skintight suit, all of the restrictions, and the freedom that came with it, felt so much better sharing that freedom with someone else.
Suzuka was pretty sure they might have passed a pair by the road, but she sure as hell didn't care to double-check.
She and Kintoki had been riding for most of the day along the beaten path. Time flies when you're having fun I guess. And it was well past 3pm by the time the Riders finally got off their bikes. And moment her platform heels hit the ground, a fresh wave of light dizziness hit her. Leaning against KMR for a bit, Suzuka let her eyes adjust to the gradual turn of the world again, taking the time to actually look around her surroundings.
Apparently there was a forgotten trail that crazy dragon lady started making at the behest of the equally crazy queen. But at this height it was very clear why the project was cancelled midway through. But it's kind of a shame, her eyes peering down at the secluded beach below, but more importantly, the stiff cliff separating them. This is a pretty neat place. It's the full package for a romantic getaway. Absentmindedly twisting her hair eventually made her realize it's wild state.
Her hair getting messy wasn't exactly new, but feeling weightless for the past few hours also meant you didn't feel too attached to much else either, leaving her beach blonde hair to turn itself into a frizzy mass. Even her tail was sort of twisted, which she hurriedly fixed first.
Crap, maybe I overdid it a bit...? There was tingles of shame spreading in her slightly numb limbs as she fixed lopsided sunglasses, finger-combing her hair into a more presentable position.
"Now that was a damn good time!" Kintoki on the other hand, was downright ecstatic, as the moment he hopped off Bear was already pumping his fist and hollering without a care for who heard him. "Wasn't that awesome, Suzuka!? Not even awesome, GOLDEN!! But I don't gotta ask, you wouldn't look so damn happy otherwise, right?"
I'm...happy?
And yet somehow, before she even knew it, the tingly sensations of summer charged Suzuka right back up again.
"Well what can I say? Sometimes all it takes is one good ride to keep a girl satisfied."
"Aw shit, really?! Cuz no way we could've gone that fast with the Boss around! Might've scared her shitless." He pouted then, suddenly clamming up a bit. "So don't go tellin' her, ya hear?"
She just smiled, doing her best to ignore the fluttering in her chest at the moment's call for a secret to be kept. Eventually Kintoki did turn his head towards what she was looking at. Equally entranced by the view before them.
Speaking of Master, Suzuka had a passing thought, wondering how your progress was going...
Gawain was going to kill you. Death by sensory overload was a thing, right? Because your spotty vision and hoarse voice were definitely warning your brain he was going to politely fuck off any intelligent thought you had left.
It was his eyes staring back at you, the bleak visages of teal blue blinking in and out of your sight, aligned with the rhythm of his unrelenting thrusts. Nothing you did was going unmissed, every reaction, and debauched expression of your face twisting and tightening. Drawing every obscene noise from you was nothing short of euphoric for him.
It was his name that you’ve been calling for hours at every registered volume; screams layering filthy curses between every syllable, demanding the heat of his body pressed against yours, angrily squeezing your folds around him, urging more of his attention; sodden whispers pleading for a brief reprieve of his cock, coated slick with your orgasm—driving deeper inside you; the voiceless cries of your body convulsing in his hold. You couldn’t focus on any one thing Gawain did anymore. Not his voice pulling at your depths with praise, or his heavy balls slapping loud enough to echo in the room, not his biceps cushioning your head from the heavy impact of his hips pushing your plush ass cheeks. You couldn’t even follow your own words tumbling out of your lips.
But Gawain was but a single knight. He couldn’t possibly grant all your wishes in one day. So he simply poured his all into doing you as much as he could right now.
And that meant turning you into a gasping, breathless mess, exploring every wet crevice of yours with unashamed enthusiasm. With hands travelling everywhere his eyes couldn’t, savoring every soft expanse of your skin. You felt some very eager fingers now playing with your breasts again. His breath fanning over your neck hitched when he gently ran a thumb over your sensitive nipple.
“P-please, Gawain…not yet,” You knew what was coming next, and while the mind was willing, the flesh was not. "I-I can't, you’ve already made a mess—"
Cut off by a sharp whine, he kept fondling you despite your pleas. You could feel the small callouses on his palms brush against the underside of your breasts, his massive fingers sinking into you, endlessly entertained by your shape.
"My apologies Master, but I won't wait." Masking the slight edge in his voice with was another trail of kisses along your shoulders; you squeezed his cock in warning, making his grip tighten. "I'll take care of the mess, but I need you to take it."
All while the thick flood of his cum dripped from out of your thoroughly plugged hole, staining the thigh he wasn't holding up and the sheets beneath. You'd find the sounds he'd bring out of you both to be utterly filthy if you weren't smitten by how he held you. The affection in his touch was palpable. The heat of his body so intently pressed against yours was addicting. Seeking that strength again, you flexed your legs, trying to put some distance between him and your dead limbs.
"Don't move." But the frustration laced with need in the deep croaks of his voice dragged you back.
He was insistent on keeping you still as he fucked you into a wreck, and without warning the hand that had been so gently caressing you, now pulled your squirming body down. The forceful tug of your muscles spilled more cum out, forcing more of his dick sheathed in your pussy. A fit shivering out of your control seized you. You felt too much of his cock bulging out of you, too much of his voice, vexed by his need to demand more of you; too much of Gawain, but for you, never enough.
Craving that closeness, despite your exhaustion, split you apart. And he was happily watching you fall apart again and again. You did have one arm gripping the bedsheets, grounding you, yet you still felt weightless. The little control you had left was mercifully maintained by the tiny thought he'd demand more. But his self-control persisted, moving his arm he used as your pillow around your neck, lifting you off the bed—yet dwindling at the sight of the same person teasing him earlier now squirting out a shred of self-control left. And you could feel yourself slipping again.
"Yes, just like that my lady. Hold nothing back." He was panting now, his voice hushed, but smiling brightly despite the thin sheen of sweat dripping from his face. "We're almost done, now. Hold on to me, okay?" Your nods were sluggish, shivering from too much of his touch, but you managed to bring your free hand to his face, lazily rubbing his cheek in a daze.
Your mind was blanking, losing yourself again in his eyes. But the tiny thought echoing in your head, of being almost done, pulled some of your sense back.
Almost done. You'd scoff if you had the strength.
He was something else entirely when he allowed his desires to take over and you've subjected yourself to receiving all of it. So he was going to make very sure you stayed very much alive during every second of it. And by god you felt more alive than ever.
Well, if you really were going to die, you certainly wouldn't hate going out like this...
Eh, you were probably fine. Suzuka shrugged. Knowing you, you were probably stalling to ask Gawain for a dick down (not that she was any better).
As the two of them were enjoying a long stretch of silence, taking in the view. Suzuka couldn't find much to say, the chaotic noise of two engines was still in her ears. The air ripping at her cheeks still made her body sway. She didn't speak it, but hoped it was the same for him too.
Kintoki, far off to the side, had taken a smoke, and she couldn't tear her eyes away; finally taking off his jacket and resting against the seat, the gray whisps escaping from his lips made for a surprisingly nice sight.
No, it's not just a nice sight.
The relaxed way he leaned back on his motorcycle was sleek, casual even. Despite his frame, and his long legs straddling the seat. He lets himself slide down a bit, with only an arm thrown behind to support him. But he seemed so comfortable with it. She could see his fingers absentmindedly drum against the back. Like he's done it countless times. But it's the first time she's seen him without his jacket. Now that she thinks on it, it's the first time she's seen his Rider self with his hair like that. He must not have noticed it yet, but the usually slick back golden hair returned to an unkept state. Not unlike his Heian Warrior attire, but there wasn't even his tacky green headband to keep it somewhat together. Now that golden hair fell just to the edge of his shoulders, barely covering the well sculped muscles of his frame. It did a good job of hiding the thick definition of his neck, still wearing the simple jet black necklace. Even as he leaned back, Suzuka's lingering eyes could catch the tension leaving his throat with every slow exhale of gray and white.
And the sun did a good job of highlighting the assets his jacket kept covered. She knew Kintoki well enough to be sure he didn't have amazing fashion taste, but that really seemed to work in his favor when all he had on left was a white low-cut tank top. With nothing but a shirt holding that massive chest back. How very like Kintoki. Simple and sexy.
But it was missing something and Suzuka couldn't figure out what.
"Heyyy, Kin-chan?"
An eyebrow raised from behind the shades. He muttered something about Sei and her nicknames, but she could tell he was looking at her. Striding towards him, she noticed his grip tighten around his cigarette.
"Nah, you don't gotta put it out." Hand-waving the smoke away she pointed to his bare neck. "What happened to them?"
"To what?"
"You know, the chains." she gestured around her shoulders, mimicking the gaudy necklaces that'd cover his collarbone. "I'm used to seeing gold around your neck." Kintoki gave her a confused look.
"Ahh, don't remind me. They're so golden right?!" She didn't say that, it wasn't hard to admit that he didn't look quite the same without them. "But my chains are pretty big, and kinda hard to ride around with when I'm wearing them so I took 'em off. "
Taking the risk, she reached her hand out. Kintoki visibly stiffened but didn't move. Her fingertips barely lifted the waxy cotton cord off him.
"That's a shame," Slowly tracing along the cord until you could see a hint of pink peeking from the back of his neck. "You look better with something around here."
"How'd you like if I get you a new one?" She mused, hands carefully circling around him, leaning into him. Something about the way he tensed up from only her nails ghosting the back of his neck pleased her sadistic side quite a bit, but was quick to conceal it. "Something a little more flashy will totes fit better than this."
"Really?! That'd be golden!!" His face lit up for a moment but the touch of her thighs brushing against his got him quiet again while she giggled. "I mean...That'd be really nice of you."
And there was that tingly feeling again. Vaguely reminded of Shuten's weird teasing this time around, there was an urge to be colder, ruthless even, but Kintoki didn't get why Suzuka's words didn't feel as malicious. Even as her arms lazily rested on his shoulders, even as he knew she was probably making fun of him for being so embarrassed.
"I know, it's so unlike me. Maybe the summer me is feeling especially cute and appreciative right now, so just think of it as a lucky gift, from one Rider to another, 'kay?"
Appreciative, she says. Yet Kintoki can't shake the feeling that Suzuka was saying something else entirely. Maybe it was the way she climbed up on Bear at some point he didn't notice. Maybe it was the way her leg moved up, knee pressed into his jacket, shifting her body even closer than before, the skintight suit aiding the imagination. Maybe it was her other hand hovering over his wrist on Bear's back, cigarette smoke caging their fingers.
It was a little intimidating, he wouldn't lie. Like daring to stare directly at the sun. The summer rays' pull him closer, enticing his next words.
And yet...
And yet...
When he felt the playful scratch of acrylic flicking his shades' tips, followed by the sudden loss of her—knee sliding off the leather seat, instinct kicked in. Swift like lightning, as the sheer thought of her slipping away drove his arms hold her, moving despite everything.
"...Suzuka?" Wariness filled his voice, he knew he sounded uncool right now. "You good?"
But she didn't answer. She couldn't find the words to reply. Because was it good that her heart nearly jumped out of her throat? Was it good that the mere touch of his arm over her back shocked her? Was it good that she really liked how rough the arms around her was? Was it good that his crude and casual voice was something she found charming? Was it good that despite doing so little together, she felt great? Was it good that even after all her summer scenarios of a perfect boyfriend, he was the one that broke every imagination that failed her expectations, and instead built one of his own? Was it good that despite all her super cute, extra sexy vibes, ready to pile it extra high on the next unexpected guy, she was struck dumb by his reaction alone?
“...I wouldn’t mind having this arm catching me.” It was a small voice.
“Huh…? Uhhh, why’s that?”
“ ‘Cuz I’m like, totally falling for you.” Throwing out that lame ass line as a last resort with a cheesy smile. But she wasn't prepared for everything but his response.
"Oh! uhhh," he shifted uncomfortably. But doing that only led to her knees nearly straddling him. "Should I switch arms? Don't want 'cha falling..."
...
Suzuka gave him a look. The one that could say: Oh my god. He’s so stupid, how can I not fuck him?
Without another word, her long legs shifted right back up on Bear's seat. Her hands drift back down to his shoulder that felt so damn thick and pushed herself up.
And without another word, kissed him.
...
"Oopsie, did that without asking. My bad," An uncharacteristically lame response for a kiss that drove static directly into her nerves, she knows, but cupped his flustered face anyways. "You good Kintoki?"
"Not good," Instead he pulled her in. "Golden."
He was clumsy, and had no clue about what he should do, but he was big and obvious as his intentions. So it didn't take her long to help him out a little after she caught her breath. He nearly knocked her out that time, and she had to contend with the fact that she kind of loved it. Trying again, the smooth, velvety, tan hands guided him. Her fingers tracing his throat, eagerly rubbing along his chin, soothed his breathing; her tongue slowly running his untrained teeth, coaxed them inward, only excitedly nipping back if her lips did too much, too fast. But Suzuka was quite a good teacher. She should have attended to his other hand, roughly tangling itself in her hair, with a grip that'd crush a weaker woman's skull, but she wasn't against a student with a few quirks.
With her legs closing him in, reminded him of his erection that was demanding attention. Hiding nothing, he moved his hand to her side, learning that she had changed to his Second Ascension, and that he really liked it. The strings of gold and red pedants on her hips were perfect for his large hands to slip into. The tiny jingle of her bangles shifting when she returned her arms around his neck made him stupid. And Kintoki wasted no time in pressing his hand beneath the curve of her ass, bringing her up further, touching the hard place in his pants.
He was actually surprised to feel her jump a little, and even more surprised to see her blush so cutely. But after doing it again, he let her go where her heart wanted, letting her nails graze his skin, slipping beneath his shirt. The low growl of Bear underneath them pushed them into a comfortable rhythm that hardly hid their hunger.
She was watching every little reaction she could for any discomfort. The thrill of upsetting him quelling to a lull every new groan she brought out of him. The sheer excitement in her chuckling when he made him drool a little, just from a little grinding.
"D-don't tease me like that..." His voice was thick with lust, chest rising and falling so quickly that she could feel the thundering of his heartbeat beneath.
"Hm? You want to try another way?" with pushing his shirt up, the glow of tan and pink roaming his chest pressed the very available little pink nipples, giving him a new idea. The groan he let out shook them both, not unlike a massive oni murmuring a string of incoherent words. Yet he continued to her so well, with an unsettling amount of security, that it surprised her how nice it felt to have his arm pressing against her back. But man, it kind of embarrassing when he was clearly trying to match her pace, trying looking at her through his shades. And as hot and really heavy it was getting, those stupid things were starting to piss her off a bit.
Now, Suzuka doesn’t know Shuten like that. She knows her, but doesn't know her, know her, you know? Honestly, she knows more about the curses surrounding her than the contracted Servant in question. But one time, just once, did she hear that sultry voice speak about one thing with the utmost seriousness: Kintoki’s eyes. Unfortunately, it wasn’t even a minute later that the oni exclaimed that she’d want nothing more than to pluck each one out its sockets and enjoy them as you would a shrimp cocktail, but the intention was there.
So just this once, she wanted another way, another confirmation that whatever she was feeling now, whatever this electrifying sensation that burned her self-preservation like the summer sun...he might be feeling it too. Her fingers were quick to slide up his face, earning a muffled groan, and ready to swipe the damn things off.
"...Too close."
She froze. Or rather, Kintoki's hand gripped her wrist just about to pull his shades off. The firmness in his voice was so different from his usual aloofness. Every word that left him came to her lips in a current, not bothering to pull away from her
"Don't wanna hit that pretty face with 'em is all." Fingers interlaced, guiding her small hand with his own, pushed the pink and black shades back, and now not even his hair could cover the sharp blue that had been obscured for too long.
...
"Fuck."
"Fuck, what exactly?" He asked with a huff, confused. She just smiled, still dumbfounded by why the hell he'd cover those up.
"You, dumbass," She pressed her lips to his ear so he could hear every word, leaving nothing to wonder. "Now take this damn two-piece off me so I can show you just how good of a Rider I am."
Later the next day, when you remembered the feeling in your legs again and Suzuka found a way to conceal bruise marks on her hips, both of you made your way to Bristin's lounge. Without a word, you sit next to her dropping a sack of QP on the table. She side-eyes you but doesn’t say anything. A moment passes and she drops her own bag of QP on the table, also not saying anything. But as her seasoned Master, you can't help but smirk at the blush rising in her face.
“Do…do you wanna go to the shopping district in Wakiki?” She asks, tapping her nails on the table. "There's something I wanna buy."
"You know what? Yeah, I'm down."
"But we're taking tourist transit! No questions, please, or I'm gonna like, die of embarrassment."