[ Ah. Of course she can. It's clear as day in the way he trembles against her, the way his voice shakes, the way he's slamming into her with those short, erratic thrusts that tell her he's fighting with every fiber of his being to hold out just a little bit longer. Maybe Ai was the one who was just greedy here - Oberon's the one who was starved all along. ]

Ahah... It's really that good? You really love it that much? Don't hold back!

[ What? Did he really think he was going to get away without a little more teasing?

She makes up for it, though. She hugs him tight, arms around his neck, and presses kisses to the corner of his eye, his cheek - and when their lips finally meet, it's no longer the messy, desperate thing it was earlier. It's sweet and slow and deep and she pours her voice into his lips again. ]

Oberon... you've been such a good boy, so you can come whenever you want, okay?