[ Truth be told, Ragna likely wouldn't keep count. If he tells someone that his memory really blows, it's traditionally out of spite— he may feel like he owes Weiss after this, but it's not going to be for...wherever this is leading. Because this has never happened to him before; all that he knows is that it's not going to stop. It wasn't going to stop until Weiss says to stop. She's being surprisingly tender to him, understanding and patient with him, that she's also receiving a side of him that he didn't know existed. A side of him that was eager but also...caring. Like he wanted to take care of her too.
He knew what sex was. He knew how it was supposed to go. All he can think of is going with what feels right, and that's letting things escalate...and escalate...and escalate as long as he doesn't get too far ahead of her.
Consider this your House initiation, Ragna the Bloodedge. You said it yourself. Weiss Schnee was a good "first". So take good care of her, will you?
She sings so sweet, tastes so sweet, that his thoughts go running away on him ahead of their making out. He's only ever heard of it, but what would she taste like if he, for once, willingly knelt before her? It wasn't just his hands that couldn't touch this way before that were curious, if the rolling deep moan he returns as she touches across bare, muscular skin...up and up, and an inviting scratch against his chest. Their height difference makes it hard for him to just satisfy that itch to grind when the front of his pants were tugging tighter and tighter with each passing moment, but kissing her was just as addictive that it was impossible to know when to stop. Not when he can feel her nipple peek beneath the padding of her bust. She's slowly unbuttoning him too...
No fair. He wants to see her too. Touch and taste? Why not sight? He wants to see everything about her and burn it into his brain. Good luck getting this girl out of his head— he wouldn't be able to even if he wanted to.
And he didn't. ]
You're good...
[ He doesn't even know how much experience she's had, but that hardly matters to him. Weiss is the only thing he can think of and want right now up until— ]
Ah—?
[ He can think of asking to see more of her after. Especially when that lustful haze he's been pulled down into the depths of clears briefly. Long enough for him to feel something sliding into the backs of his legs. As she works on unbuttoning his shirt, something he doesn't mind at all if it gives her everything she wants to explore, his attention is only temporarily broken from her to notice the chair stationed behind them. It's long, curvy, narrow...and he can already tell how he's going to need to sit in that to get comfortable. And he also knows where it came from.
But instead of shuddering, or coming up too close to the surface that he can let himself be afraid, the glance he gives the Teasing Trio is still ridden with a twinge of desire. The tender, accepting smile that Weiss was treated earlier subtly shifts, into a little smirk. But it's all for her this time. And he's trusting her to catch him as he's falling deeper.
His hands stop fondling her in the moment, instead gliding down arm, backs of his fingers brushing towards her hand to take it in his again, the other on the curve of her hip as he starts to tug her back with him. ]
That was there when we got here.
[ That's both their excuses now, as Ragna carefully pulls Weiss down with him as he reclines, the narrow width of the chair causing him to spread his legs. Before she can even straddle him if she were to look down, along with the way his dress shirt fans to the sides leaving his broad chest and ripped front exposed...well. There's little hiding the number Weiss already did on him with how full and throbbing the bulge in his pants was already getting. Even worse when wearing all white... ]
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He knew what sex was. He knew how it was supposed to go. All he can think of is going with what feels right, and that's letting things escalate...and escalate...and escalate as long as he doesn't get too far ahead of her.
Consider this your House initiation, Ragna the Bloodedge. You said it yourself. Weiss Schnee was a good "first". So take good care of her, will you?
She sings so sweet, tastes so sweet, that his thoughts go running away on him ahead of their making out. He's only ever heard of it, but what would she taste like if he, for once, willingly knelt before her? It wasn't just his hands that couldn't touch this way before that were curious, if the rolling deep moan he returns as she touches across bare, muscular skin...up and up, and an inviting scratch against his chest. Their height difference makes it hard for him to just satisfy that itch to grind when the front of his pants were tugging tighter and tighter with each passing moment, but kissing her was just as addictive that it was impossible to know when to stop. Not when he can feel her nipple peek beneath the padding of her bust. She's slowly unbuttoning him too...
No fair. He wants to see her too. Touch and taste? Why not sight? He wants to see everything about her and burn it into his brain. Good luck getting this girl out of his head— he wouldn't be able to even if he wanted to.
And he didn't. ]
You're good...
[ He doesn't even know how much experience she's had, but that hardly matters to him. Weiss is the only thing he can think of and want right now up until— ]
Ah—?
[ He can think of asking to see more of her after. Especially when that lustful haze he's been pulled down into the depths of clears briefly. Long enough for him to feel something sliding into the backs of his legs. As she works on unbuttoning his shirt, something he doesn't mind at all if it gives her everything she wants to explore, his attention is only temporarily broken from her to notice the chair stationed behind them. It's long, curvy, narrow...and he can already tell how he's going to need to sit in that to get comfortable. And he also knows where it came from.
But instead of shuddering, or coming up too close to the surface that he can let himself be afraid, the glance he gives the Teasing Trio is still ridden with a twinge of desire. The tender, accepting smile that Weiss was treated earlier subtly shifts, into a little smirk. But it's all for her this time. And he's trusting her to catch him as he's falling deeper.
His hands stop fondling her in the moment, instead gliding down arm, backs of his fingers brushing towards her hand to take it in his again, the other on the curve of her hip as he starts to tug her back with him. ]
That was there when we got here.
[ That's both their excuses now, as Ragna carefully pulls Weiss down with him as he reclines, the narrow width of the chair causing him to spread his legs. Before she can even straddle him if she were to look down, along with the way his dress shirt fans to the sides leaving his broad chest and ripped front exposed...well. There's little hiding the number Weiss already did on him with how full and throbbing the bulge in his pants was already getting. Even worse when wearing all white... ]