𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭;

( he likes to take his time with her because he can, because she often lets him until she doesn't, until he's pushed her so far beyond what she wants to handle and she tries to effectively take matters into her own hands, which is endearing in its own right, but there's something he has in mind this time around and he's going to see it through if it kills him.

or just renders them both on the questionable side of exhausted, that much remains to be seen, but they've only just started and he's not about to stop anytime soon.

he's already teased her to the point of her protests beginning to crop up, a whine that he's taking too long and a sigh that he's sure is accompanied by the roll of her eyes as he bids her get on her hands and knees, bare as she's ever been in front of him and just as beautiful aside, miles of pale skin already mottled with a myriad bite marks and blossoming bruises in both the shape of his mouth and his fingers, and he gives a quiet hold on as he quickly slicks two fingers and seeks to press them into her ass. just quick and efficient enough to replace those digits with a flared plug, something that will both stimulate her and keep her open, and only when it's firmly nestled into place does he lean down over her, hooking his chin over a shoulder to nose at the edge of her jaw to check on her. )

Not too much, is it?

( he trusts her to tell him if it is, because she's never hesitated before even if he has a tendency to test her limits, knowing full well that she can take a lot and she does at any given moment when he's in a mood to tease her, and it just so happens that he's in one of those moods now, having set a cock ring in place well before they'd even started, and with everything he has in mind to do to her —

she just might end up cursing his entire family by the end of it, but we'll see, won't we?

he nuzzles the line of her throat as he slips a hand between her thighs to press the pad of his thumb hard against her clit, two fingers sliding into her almost effortlessly with how slick she is already, and he can't help the groan that slips up from the back of his throat as he feels her tense around those digits, tight for the sake of what he knows her body wants, and still he lingers. hesitates. )

Oh … ( he presses his fingers deeper, as deeply as he's able and he massages that sensitive spot at her core, purring against the shell of her ear as he nips at the lobe. ) You want me that badly, hm~?

( he is well aware that he's being an absolute bastard about this, but he promises it will be worth it by the end of it. )

( the summoning of a servant is never something to be taken lightly, regardless of the servant's class or speculation about their legend; anyone can play at being a mage even if they don't come from one of the major families — extensive and morally unnecessary measures end up being taken when that sort of thing happens, but we're just going to move right along and keep making our way to the point — and even if the servant materializes with what can pass as basic enough knowledge of what they're coming into when it comes to the war itself …

when you come into this from a period as far back as this one, there's going to be a whole hell of a lot of explaining to be done once things fully get underway. that being said!

the summoning of servants is, generally speaking, a pretty majestic sight to hold. it all comes down to the effort put into finding ( or, in this one's case, even if he doesn't know it yet, stealing ) the perfect relic, to have some manner of control over what servant is summoned to begin with, anticipation and apprehension tangling into a ball of nerves until it's all over and done with, until your new servant is standing proudly in front of you, ready to accept every whim you might think to ask —

or. in the case of one ( 1 ) gojo satoru, a tall mean nearly folded in half where he sits with legs crossed, one elbow propped up on the bend of a knee and regardless of the fact there is a solid black covering over his eyes, regardless of the assumption that there's no way in any hell anywhere that he could see what's going on around him, the whole of his attention is already squarely trained on the girl standing directly in front of him. probably looking equal parts unsure, curious and … maybe a little bit underwhelmed? he's not sure about that last one, but it does find him lifting a hand to peek from beneath the very edge of the blindfold, enough to give him a glimpse of what's in front of him. satisfying, that, and more than enough to bring a little chuckle from the back of his throat as he lets the edge of fabric pop back into place. )

Oh, you're cute. ( he says in what could be described as a sing-song voice if you were to think about it long enough, but you're not going to have time, because near-immediately after he brings both of his hands together in a soft clap and pulls himself up from his folded position. )

And my master, so maybe I shouldn't call you cute right from the start, but … ehhh, what's done is done. No harm in it, right? ( have you noticed that he sometimes doesn't know when to shut his mouth? that's going to be a regular occurrence going forward, so … you might want to think about getting used to it. )

So, do we want to do a proper introduction, or do you like a little bit of mystery in your Grail Wars?

( and it begins. )