[A laugh rattles its way up his diaphragm and he rubs the back of his neck, shrugging the shoulder she isn't leaning into.] I'm. Game if you are, I think?
[The shift from holding her, nuzzling her hair, kissing her forehead, to this nervous wreck in front of her is almost charming in a way. And-- it's a really, really good distraction from everything else. Just having someone who trusts her, is at least a little interested in her, is a lot right now.
So she shifts up onto her knees and leans in to press her forehead against his, relishing the warmth of the contact as her lips curve into a grin.]
Don't be nervous, [it's little more than a murmur as she tilts her head to press the softest of kisses to the corner of his mouth.]
[He closes his eyes on instinct when she puts their foreheads together, and feels more than a little silly that he freezes up rather than seizing the opportunity. She'd all but asked, brought up that he kissed her at the party, and-- Well, he can at least return it when she catches the corner of his mouth. His is a little less delicate, involves a bit more bonking of their noses, and has absolutely no consideration for his split lip, but the Some Kind Of Way he feels right now, he thinks he'd like to bleed on his own terms.] Performance anxiety. It'll fade. [He hopes.]
[She giggles and wrinkles her nose when he bonks it, catching his cheek with her hand to hold him still as she repositions for a better angle. Unlike him, she's very mindful of his split lip, keeping her own kiss as gentle as she can and pulling away almost as quickly to kiss his cheek instead.]
It will, [she promises, carefully running her thumb just below his lower lip with a lazy smile.] The point is not to worry, remember?
[She leans in again, still trying to be careful of his split lip as she kisses him more firmly, the hand on his cheek pulling him in as if to reassure him that she's got him; whatever he's worried about, he can trust her.]
[He's worried about-- everything, really. He can't not be. He doesn't know how to not try to carry the world on his shoulders. But he does lean into her mouth, after a moment, specifically pressing his split lip against hers for a moment before mumbling.] ...don't worry about being gentle, it. I don't mind. [He doesn't know how to say he likes pain???]
[She gets it. She does. But sometimes, you have to just put the world down for a little while before it crushes you.]
Okay. [There's no giggle this time, just a soft acknowledgment as she simply rolls with it and captures his lower lip briefly between her teeth -- not to bite, just to suck gently before pulling him into a firmer, deeper kiss. She's not trying to make him bleed, but she won't shy away from it either, unless he seems to be in genuine pain.]
[Some days he thinks it might not be so bad to be crushed by the world.]
[Anyway, the not-bite elicits an immediate response-- a soft, breathy sound he doesn't think to abort before it happens, and his ears burn scarlet but he's trying not to think so he just presses his mouth into hers more insistently. His hands can't figure out where to go, so he carefully, stiffly places them at her waist, not sure what more-- or less, for that matter --to do with them.]
[Oh, good noise, a quiet one she files away for later investigation. Hands at her waist is a good start, one she rewards with a soft, pleased sound muffled by his lips as she squirms just a little beneath his touch. Her own hands fall to his shoulders as she breaks the kiss just enough to catch a breath and push herself up to straddle his lap and bonk their noses together.]
You can touch, [she encourages with a playful grin, as if her cheeks aren't flushed scarlet and her lips aren't swollen from kissing. Speaking of kissing, she goes right back in, catching his lip with more purpose and just the slightest more pressure from her teeth.]
[He Does Not Know What He Is Doing. Awkward teenage dirtbag mode, engage. He hums against her lips when she goes back to kissing him without giving him a chance to reply to the permission granted, but settles his hands a little more firmly on her waist. She's so small..., His palms slide, slowly, until they reach the swell of her hips, instead.]
[She lifts her hips into his hands with another pleased little noise, just enough to encourage the downward slide and chase the little bursts of heat left behind by his touch. Her own arms drape around his shoulders so she can run gentle fingers up the back of his neck to twine into his hair and pull him to a better angle for the kiss, chasing the softness of his lips and seeking the taste of iron from the split.]
[He rubs her hips with the heels of his hands, gently, more in an unconscious inability to stay still, and makes another quiet sound at her hands on his neck. His mouth opens, at some point, and he breathes against her mouth, opening his eyes to frown, cross-eyed, at her nose.] ...I've never. Done, any of this, I don't know what's playful and what's too much.
[Her own breath mingles with his as her fingers comb through his hair, scraping blunt nails against his skin. She leans back, just enough to properly meet his eyes and give him a small smile.]
If something's too much for me, I'll say so. Are you having fun?
[His skin feels unbearably hot under her scrutiny, so he just closes his eyes and hums.] ...yeah, [To having fun, because he doesn't know what he wants to do, even remotely. After a moment's hesitation, he tilts his head to kiss her jaw.]
[Oh, that's nice. She tilts her head with soft hum, pulling ever-so-lightly on his hair to encourage him to keep moving those kisses down along her skin. Her throat works beneath his lips as she adds in a soft murmur,] Just do whatever feels good. Don't think about anything else.
[Like how she'd nearly killed him and dozens of others. Her hands tighten lightly in his hair as she lifts up on her knees to press closer to him with another little noise.]
[Okay but keep pulling his hair, that's nice. He can't settle on how to express that so he Simply Doesn't, but obliges her by wandering down the column of her neck, skimming his lips over her in little kisses.]
[Her lips part in a quiet bid for air as her neck arches and her hands tug once again, dragging him closer to her pulse point and lower down.]
Want me to take my shirt off? [It's said lightly enough that it could be a joke -- mostly, she's trying to make him laugh and not take it So Seriously. But also, hey, if he wants it off, happy to oblige.]
[He pauses, Clearly Thinking Too Hard, and looks up, thoughtful.] ...if you want to, I won't tell you no. [There's a smile to his face, and a little to his tone, trying to keep it light. He's still absolutely stuck in his head, but it's fine.]
[It works, to an extent-- he grins a little broader under her lips, wrinkling his nose.]
I'm having an overwhelming sexuality crisis as we speak, but also, I'm running checklists. Or trying-- turns out I don't have a checklist for how to abruptly get into Topless Tuesdays with a friend, so we're playing this Fuck Around and Find Out Style.
I like both, [He corrects, shaking his head.] I had just started to think I leaned more toward boys? Now I'm just realizing I definitely have two hands.
[And he sits back to reach forward with both of them to help her undo her button.]
[She snorts a little bit of a laugh and abandons her button to let him have it.]
I guess I'll take it as a compliment. [Said with a wink as she lets her hands come to rest on his shoulders again, fingers gently brushing the tender skin of his throat.] You know, I've been told not to bother with boys. Girls-only.
[Dazai said don't date men, but she isn't going to say the D-word.]
[He focuses on the button when he's given control of popping it, carefully doing so and then looking up to meet her eyes as he lets his hands trail to the next.] Oh, absolutely. Boys suck, avoid us at all costs. Totally agree.
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[A laugh rattles its way up his diaphragm and he rubs the back of his neck, shrugging the shoulder she isn't leaning into.] I'm. Game if you are, I think?
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So she shifts up onto her knees and leans in to press her forehead against his, relishing the warmth of the contact as her lips curve into a grin.]
Don't be nervous, [it's little more than a murmur as she tilts her head to press the softest of kisses to the corner of his mouth.]
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It will, [she promises, carefully running her thumb just below his lower lip with a lazy smile.] The point is not to worry, remember?
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[She leans in again, still trying to be careful of his split lip as she kisses him more firmly, the hand on his cheek pulling him in as if to reassure him that she's got him; whatever he's worried about, he can trust her.]
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Okay. [There's no giggle this time, just a soft acknowledgment as she simply rolls with it and captures his lower lip briefly between her teeth -- not to bite, just to suck gently before pulling him into a firmer, deeper kiss. She's not trying to make him bleed, but she won't shy away from it either, unless he seems to be in genuine pain.]
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[Anyway, the not-bite elicits an immediate response-- a soft, breathy sound he doesn't think to abort before it happens, and his ears burn scarlet but he's trying not to think so he just presses his mouth into hers more insistently. His hands can't figure out where to go, so he carefully, stiffly places them at her waist, not sure what more-- or less, for that matter --to do with them.]
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You can touch, [she encourages with a playful grin, as if her cheeks aren't flushed scarlet and her lips aren't swollen from kissing. Speaking of kissing, she goes right back in, catching his lip with more purpose and just the slightest more pressure from her teeth.]
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[He rubs her hips with the heels of his hands, gently, more in an unconscious inability to stay still, and makes another quiet sound at her hands on his neck. His mouth opens, at some point, and he breathes against her mouth, opening his eyes to frown, cross-eyed, at her nose.] ...I've never. Done, any of this, I don't know what's playful and what's too much.
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[Her own breath mingles with his as her fingers comb through his hair, scraping blunt nails against his skin. She leans back, just enough to properly meet his eyes and give him a small smile.]
If something's too much for me, I'll say so. Are you having fun?
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[Like how she'd nearly killed him and dozens of others. Her hands tighten lightly in his hair as she lifts up on her knees to press closer to him with another little noise.]
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Want me to take my shirt off? [It's said lightly enough that it could be a joke -- mostly, she's trying to make him laugh and not take it So Seriously. But also, hey, if he wants it off, happy to oblige.]
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I've never seen anyone think so hard about that question before. Tell me what you're thinking.
[And yet she still wiggles her hands between them to start undoing the buttons on her collar.]
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I'm having an overwhelming sexuality crisis as we speak, but also, I'm running checklists. Or trying-- turns out I don't have a checklist for how to abruptly get into Topless Tuesdays with a friend, so we're playing this Fuck Around and Find Out Style.
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[Oh. She pauses with her fingers partway to undoing the second button, blinking at him almost owlishly.]
You like boys?
[No judgement! Just kind of like "do you not want to kiss me then because the vibes are wrong then or-"]
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[And he sits back to reach forward with both of them to help her undo her button.]
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I guess I'll take it as a compliment. [Said with a wink as she lets her hands come to rest on his shoulders again, fingers gently brushing the tender skin of his throat.] You know, I've been told not to bother with boys. Girls-only.
[Dazai said don't date men, but she isn't going to say the D-word.]
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oh PS this thread is nsfw LOL...,
OH YEAH lmao
I MEANT TO DESIGNATE THAT LIKE FIFTEEN COMMENTS BACK..., whoops
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taking smut seriously with this dude is so fucking hard btw
shitpost away my friend
don't invite this chaos
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bread icon for euphemism
the way i have No Appropriate Icons lmao
where are the kotofuck doujinshi like seriously
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raunchy icons have entered the chat
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the scene this icon is from is so wholesome and yet,
we've tainted it
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