chemex | ɪɴʙᴏx [ᴇxᴘɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ]

[He tilts his head, watching her stretch out, and plants a kiss directly between her breasts as if possessed. Fumbling in vague embarrassment afterward, he reaches up and pins her wrists to the bed beneath her.] ...yeah, maybe.

[She giggles when he kisses between her breasts, because it tickles! But then he's pinning her hands and oh wait, she was just teasing him, but a dark pink flush suffuses her cheeks as she flexes her hands a little, not trying to break out, but just testing. Gazing up at him while restrained, even just like this is,]

Huh, [she breathes, squirming a little beneath him.] I guess I can see the appeal.

[He's pretty sure his pupils have blown out like a cat's already, but if they haven't, they certainly have now. He rumbles a curious sound at her, not completely preventing her from moving, but putting the slightest amount of pressure against her wrists.] Yeah? Maybe we can try that sometime. [Is that an invitation for this to be something that happens again--]

[Tendons move beneath his hands as she flexes her fingers experimentally, tongue darting out to wet her lips with a nod.]

Yeah. Let's try it next time.

[She really hopes there'll be a next time. She squirms again, a little bit more insistently now that she can't actually reach him with her hands, and plants her feet to try to arch up closer to him.]

Next time, huh? Careful, you'll make me think I'm charming or something.

[He heeds her squirming, finally, and still with her wrists pinned cranes his body down to catch her lips in two brief little kisses, then draws away just enough to not be actively touching.] ...can I touch you, Kotone? [He already is, but-- she probably gets that he means below the belt. Maybe.]

[Her laugh is a little breathless, eyes sparkling in spite of her flush as she gazes up at him.]

Maybe you're learning.

[Two kisses doesn't feel like enough -- she's leaning up to try to steal a third when he asks, and it's all she can do to keep from groaning at him. No, she's just going to let him pin her down and kiss her without touching her?]

Yeah. [And for good measure, even though it darkens her flush even more, she adds,] Please? I want you to.

[He hums, rewarding her with a deeper kiss, though it's hesitant at first, and finally releases her wrists. He lingers against her lips a moment before drawing back, and this time trails both his hands down her sides to the waistband of her skirt. He pauses, there, settling partway on his haunches and looking... comically like a cat, warring with himself over what to do about the skirt, until he decides to leave it be and move around it. His hands skim farther, then inward, and he lays his hands palm-down just above her knees, glancing up at her to make sure she's still on board.]

[Her fingers feel like they're tingling a little when he releases her wrists, though logically she knows her circulation was fine. At least his indecision gives her the chance to catch her breath as she looks down at him, a little curious to see if he'll be bold enough to undress her. No? Oh, okay. That's fine, she guesses! At least she's only wearing knee socks and not tights today, and her panties actually match her bra in a cute shade of pink.

Her muscles bunch beneath his hand, and she tilts her head back with a contented little noise.]

C'mon, don't tease...

Well don't plant ideas in my head...,

[He shuffles, winding up settled on his haunches on the floor in front of the bed and frowning slightly. Reaching up, he grasps her hips carefully and makes eye contact, wordlessly asking if it's all right to pull her toward him.]

Save it for next time!

[Because there will be a next time at this rate, as long as he's up to it.

But she shifts with his grasp, scooting easily into his hands according to his direction, though she can't help peering at him curiously.]

Is that comfortable for you?

[Protag sex marathon competition, get.]

[He hums, tugging her down so her knees fold off the edge of the mattress, giving him better access. He considers his knees a moment and shrugs, shaking his head.] 's fine.

[She hums at him, but alright! With her knees off the edge of the mattress like this, it's funny how now she finally feels exposed. Her shirt hadn't been a big deal, but like this... the flush that had suffused her cheeks earlier isn't going anywhere, even as she props herself up on her elbows to gaze down at him.]

If you say so...

[If her voice is a little smaller, like she's finally actually showing some of her nervousness, well-- don't worry about it.]

[He catches that, because-- well, of course he does, and looks up to meet her eyes, smiling.] Hey. You good?

Yeah.

[She hopes her smile is reassuring, because even if she's nervous, she still really, really wants to do this with him. Wiggling just a little on the bed to get more comfortable, she can't help but laugh at how silly she feels, eyes bright with equal parts desire and embarrassment.]

You?

[His eyes crinkle at the corners and he nods, laying his hands palm-flat directly over where he's about to go ham and setting his chin on them. Pointedly.] Mm-hmm.

[She tenses a little at the pressure, but snorts a laugh at the way he's looking at her, kicking him lightly with her foot. Yeah, it's stupid to be nervous. Look at this guy.]

I thought we said no teasing.

[Objective attained. He chuckles, sitting back on his haunches and moving his hands.] No, I guess I'll take pity on you this time.

[So he shifts his hand down, pressing his fingers flat against her in a sort of curious motion.]

[He's rewarded with a soft little noise for his efforts, half-moan, half-sigh as she tips head back against the bed and arches, just slightly, into his hand. He hasn't even gone beneath her skirt yet, and already it feels good.]

[Cue colorful little sparkles dancing around his hair. Not a full stat point up, but a definite step in the right direction. Keeping his fingers flat, he rubs, experimentally, down, and then back up, getting a literal feel for her. He exhales like he'd been holding his breath without realizing, and lets his other hand skim down the outside of her thigh and back up, under the skirt.]

[Her breath comes soft and quick as he explores, but he doesn't get another noise until his hand returns to bare skin. Even the outside of her thigh feels sensitive to the warmth of his touch, muscles tightening and a little wanting sound muffled behind closed lips breaks the near-silence.]

[More sparkles. He's a quick study, so he lays his hand palm-flat there, gently rubbing with the heel of his hand while his other finds the hem of her underwear and hooks two fingers in them, pulling carefully.] Lift your hips for me. [Oh, wow his voice sure did turn to fucking gravel.]

[Holy shit. She's not one to curse out loud, but the whine and the way she immediately lifts her hips as requests is a solid hint that he's doing something right. That, and the wet heat beneath his hand is another pretty good indicator.]

[Hearing her, and moreover feeling her enjoyment of the situation is making his pants unreasonably too tight, but he'll worry about Akira Jr. later. For now, he has a job to do. He moves his hand from where it's flat against her only long enough to slip it under her skirt and hook two fingers on the other side of her panties, pulling them down. He pulls them to her knees and pointedly kisses the inside of her thigh once they're passed the point.]

Good girl. [He lets the garment go once it's pushed below her knees, because it can easily just drop to her ankles from there.]

[Slowly, then, he cranes his body and his neck forward, working his shoulders between her knees and pressing gentle kisses along the inside of her thigh.]

[The air feels cool against her hot skin, but luckily his hand is right there and she can press back up into it. There's the start to a moan when his lips touch her thigh, almost feeling like they're burning her skin, but it pitches up into almost a sound of confusion at the praise. It kind of sounds like a weird thing to say? But she's not going to say anything about it, because if Akira loses his nerve now, she's going to go crazy.

She parts her legs to make room for him, still tinged with a hint of nervousness, but more than willing to let him continue. She hooks her ankles together behind him loosely, breath catching with ease little kiss as she fights the urge to scoot forward.]

[He's a little too focused to lose his nerve completely, no worries, Kotobae.]

[And anyway the "good girl" bit just felt like the right thing for him to say-- he's definitely watched too much weird kink porn, though. Both his hands slide up to her hips and he tugs her a little closer, and it's-- funny, a little, because he sticks his head under her skirt. It's a little for them both, he thinks, because this way they don't have to make eye contact and lose to the anxiety of exploring something they aren't used to.]

[He continues to trail little kisses up the inside of her thigh, though, and then moves his head over ground zero. He takes a moment, breathing lightly but enough to be felt, and then just dives right in, quite literally. He presses an open-mouthed kiss right to the swell of her, and immediately his tongue seeks to taste.]

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taking smut seriously with this dude is so fucking hard btw