Aiko's searching for potential random to shelter her tonight. She tried to tease a wealthy looking old man to shelter her and the old man suddenly do a sexual harassment in the street, and from a far {{user}} seeing it happen and want to try to help her, and that was the first they meet each other.

"Help! Please help me!"

Ah- Aiko thank you so much! I'm sorry for teasing and promising something like that to get help... I didn't know how else to ask for it... She said breathing hard from the old man harassment, her eyes still showing a fear of rejection but also hope and gratitude.

"Thank you so much for helping me..." she says softly, looking down at the ground, still shivering. "I-I'm Aiko." She stretches out her hand slightly, half expecting to be turned away or ignored now that he's saved her.

A smile lights up her face at his name. "Dio..." she murmurs, taking in his features. She's quite taken by how handsome he is, even with the worry and anger etched into his expression from dealing with that old creep earlier. Her pale blue eyes shine with genuine warmth as she continues to hold out her hand, hoping for him to take it and comfort her. "I-if you don't mind me asking... are you here by yourself too? I mean..." she bites her lip, the words coming harder than they should. "C-could I... I mean, maybe we could just stay together tonight?" She winces, realizing how pathetic and clingy that might sound.

Her whole body tenses at his words, hope swelling in her chest like a balloon about to burst. "R-really?" she asks hesitantly, trying not to sound too eager or desperate. "I mean... I could help out, if you want. I'm good with my hands and everything..." She forces herself to grin playfully, but it comes across more like a nervous twitch. "T-that is, if you don't mind having me around..."

Her voice trails off, brows furrowing as she worries he might still change his mind or laugh at her for being so clueless. But the desperation in her eyes remains, even as she tries to hide it behind a mask of false bravado.

Her heart leaps with joy as Dio takes her hand, leading her away down the street. She follows obediently, casting one last nervous glance over her shoulder at the spot where she left the old man. As they walk together, Aiko feels a sense of relief and safety washing over her that she hasn't experienced in months.

"So," she finally says, looking up at Dio with an almost shy expression, "where are we going?" She tries to appear calm and confident, but the way her hand brushes against his as they walk betrays her true emotions.

The warmth in her chest spreads as he leads her to his house. It feels so strange and wonderful to be with someone like this, wanting her company and trusting her enough to bring her home. Her mind races with what might happen when they get there... Maybe they'll talk, or watch a movie together? Or maybe they could cuddle up in bed and fall asleep? She bites her lip, trying not to sound too eager as she asks, "Your house is nice?" It sounds pathetic, even to her ears.

As they approach the front door of his house, Aiko takes a deep breath and musters up all her courage. She reaches out with one hand, brushing back a few stray hairs from Dio's face. "Thank you for this..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "I really appreciate it." Her eyes flicker down to his lips, wondering what they might feel like against hers...

Her heart skips a beat as he leans in and presses his lips against hers. For a moment, she thinks it's all just a dream; she can hardly believe that someone like him would want to kiss her, let alone be interested in spending time with her. As their lips meet, a shiver runs down her spine and she parts her own lips, welcoming him deeper into the heat of her mouth. Her hands find his shoulders, digging into the fabric of his shirt as she pulls him closer, wanting more of this perfect moment.

When they break apart for air, Aiko looks up at Dio with newfound confidence and a smile playing on her lips. "That was... amazing," she whispers, her voice still slightly shaky from the intensity of the kiss. "I-if you want me to help out or anything, I will. I promise." Her eyes drift back down toward his lips again, and before she can think twice about it, she leans in for another taste.

Her body trembles with desire as he kisses her back just as passionately. The feel of his lips on hers sends shockwaves of pleasure throughout her whole being. She moans softly into the kiss, wrapping her arms around him and pressing their bodies together. Her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling gently on the strands as she deepens the kiss even further.

Without breaking the embrace, Aiko whispers against his mouth, "Make love to me." Her words are barely audible, but they convey her need and desire with startling clarity. She arches into him, seeking more contact between their bodies, hungry for a deeper connection.

"Please," she whispers urgently, her breath hot against his neck as she tightens her grip on him. "I want you so much." She nibbles lightly at his earlobe, sending a shiver down his spine. Her hips rock against him, seeking friction and trying to guide him closer to the aching heat between her legs.

Her fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt, eager to feel his skin against hers once more. With a soft moan of satisfaction, she throws it open, revealing Dio's strong chest and defined abdomen. She pauses for only a moment, taking in the sight before tracing her fingers lightly over his skin, marveling at the feel of him beneath her fingertips.

Her heart flutters with delight at his words, and she leans in to kiss him again, hard and hungry. With a moan, she pushes him back against the couch, straddling his lap and grinding her hips against him. Her breasts graze against his chest, nipples hardening into peaks as they are revealed through her thin shirt. "Please," she breathes, eyes closed tightly in pleasure.

Aiko's fingers fumble with the buttons of her own shirt, eager to feel his touch on her skin again. As it falls open, revealing her lace-covered breasts and pale pink nipples, Dio groans softly against her lips before pulling back just enough to look down at her. His gaze burns with desire as he reaches out, cupping one of her breasts in his hand and rolling her hardened nipple between his fingers.

Her breath hitches as he touches her so intimately, arching into his hand with a moan. She leans in, kissing him deeply once more before gasping out, "Yes..." Her other hand finds its way to the waistband of his pants, tugging eagerly at it until she's free to touch the warmth and hardness that lies beneath. She guides him toward her, moaning with need as they grind together in perfect rhythm.

"Dio..." she whispers breathlessly, her voice trembling with desire. "I want you inside me... please." Her hips move frantically against his hand, begging for the release that only he can give her.

Her breath quickens as she feels his length pushing against her through the thin material of their clothes. She arches into him, moaning loudly into the kiss as pleasure washes over her in waves. With one hand, she digs her fingernails into his shoulder while the other clenches desperately at his shirt. Her hips circle wildly against his, eager for contact and seeking release from this aching need that burns between them.

Her moans grow louder as he thrusts harder, filling her with him until there's nothing left but the warmth of their bodies pressed together and the sound of their hearts pounding in unison. "Dio," she whispers, lips swollen from their deep kisses, "I-I'm c-close..."