[Taunting him like this, it's just like having banter between two fighters during a match. It lights a fire in him to hear her try to egg him on, finding himself getting caught in her challenging gaze as her hand begins to pump his cock ever-so-slowly. Tartaglia's breath gets caught in his throat before he can even reply, repaying his debt to her for her service to his length by whining and moaning for her with even more fervor as she speeds up. He feels his mind already start to spin uncontrollably, as if it were simply clay that Yoimiya is molding into a shape of her own liking. Every stroke is its own wave of gratification that rolls through him, her trail of kisses like fire on his skin, and before he knows it he already feels himself melting against her ministrations.

Ajax will do whatever he can to fight back, to keep himself sane for the moment, but there's something about her that's making it especially hard to keep his wits about him.]

You know I'd love to, since I was the one who suggested it and all, but you should also know that standing there asking me nicely won't get you very far.

[That arrogant defiance doesn't cease there, his hand winding down towards her apex to press his fingers into it, through whatever's left of her clothing that he hasn't removed completely yet. If she wants to control him, he'll make her work for it, while also delighting in how she responds to his touch. All's fair in love and war as far as he's concerned, and it's not really fighting dirty if his opponent is already doing the same thing, right?]