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[orphne]

It's so comfortable though...

[Said with another laugh as she slowly shifts back out of his lap. While she's here, she'll finally get those last two buttons off her shirt and kind of shove it aside. Propping a foot up on the bed, she gives him a playful smile to mask her embarrassment as she leans back on her elbows.]

Can you get my skirt, or want me to?

[And her socks, for that matter. She'd forgotten about her socks.]

[chemex]

[He tilts his head at her posture, grinning crookedly.] Do you want me to? I dunno, some people like doing this kind of thing still partially clothed. Makes it feel more secretive, or something. [He shifts, going to tug on a pair of gloves he isn't wearing.]

[orphne]

You look like you're gonna give me an exam.

[Teasingly. What was with that glove gesture, mister!!]

[chemex]

[He huffs a laugh, shaking his head.]

I wear gloves in the Metaverse. It's an... unconscious gesture. I have a lot more confidence, in there. [Akira Kurusu is actually startlingly shy.]

[orphne]

You could wear gloves if you want.

[She knows that's not the point and just lays flat on her back, beckoning for him to come in closer so she can kiss him again.]

It's okay not to be confident. I'm having fun just like this.

[chemex]

[He laughs a little, shaking his head again.] Nah, leather doesn't clean well.

[He does follow her beckoning, crawling over her to catch her lips while one of his hands trails down one of her sides.]

[orphne]

Mmhm. [It's a bit of an amused him, a quirk to her eyebrows wordlessly asking if that's from personal experience. Her own hands come back to trace little patterns along his back, shivering a little under his touch and shifting closer to follow his hand.]

[chemex]

[He doesn't follow the suggestion of her eyebrows, at first, and arcs his spine a little against her fingers. A moment later when the suggestion catches up with him, he snorts, shaking his head.] That is not what I meant. [He pinches her hip, gently.]

[orphne]

Ow! [She giggles, though, propping up her foot again to gently knee him in the side.] That's something people are into, isn't it? I was just checking!

[chemex]

Pinching, or leather? [His eyebrows obscure themselves in his fringe.]

[orphne]

Leather!

[Not pinching! Don't pinch! Her eyes sparkle with a bit of a mischievous gleam, though.]

You seem like the type who'd be into it, though. What'd you call it? "Fucked up stuff?"

[chemex]

Hey now, leather isn't fucked up unless you make it fucked up. [A beat.] But yeah I'd probably like it in a fucked up way.

[orphne]

Yeah? Like, tying people up?

[She is definitely just teasing him now, but honestly curious, too! She stretches her arms over her head and arches her back a little, miming the position she imagines she'd be in if he tied her hands together? Plus, it gives him a good view, and she'd love it if he went back to kissing.]

[chemex]

[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.

[orphne]

[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.

[chemex]

[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--]

[orphne]

[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.]

[chemex]

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.]

[orphne]

[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.

[chemex]

[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.]

[orphne]

[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...

[chemex]

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.]

[orphne]

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?

[chemex]

[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.

[orphne]

[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.]