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[flyingsolos]

[ RIP glasses, hopefully they're resilient enough to not be broken--

But it's fairly easy to tell that Akira's missed his sense of touch. Or just kissing. Possibly both. It makes Rion smile as she lets him pull her along, shifts on top of him to deepen the kiss, almost demanding...

When she draws back, her eyes meet his briefly, and then she lifts herself up to tug at the hem of his shirt. Off. ]

[purrtagonist]

[it's both. it's definitely both]

[and even though his breath hitches in the back of his throat when she catches his gaze with her own, when she tugs at the hem of his shirt. . . he obliges her insistence by pushing himself up on one elbow and maneuvering to make the removal of same a whole lot easier]

[somehow, this is not where he thought his over-the-top flirting would go, but hey. no complaints, here!1]

[flyingsolos]

[ Look, she hadn't expected this either. Maybe a few kisses, a hug.

Ah, well. This is still safe territory, and she's eager to explore it, working to get his shirt off before she reaches out to map and stroke all of that skin with the pads of her fingers. Rion does appear to be keeping a close eye out for any scars, though-- after he'd shown her the one near his hairline, she wants to be careful. ]

[purrtagonist]

[good thing his glasses already fell off, because his shirt does a good job of totally tousling up his hair when she pulls it off. and then her hands are on his abdomen, and god that feels great, like a jolt of electricity coursing down his spine, sending his heart thumping in a fast, even rhythm in his ears. he slides his palms against her cheeks and drags her in for another kiss, hungry and eager as he arches right into every single touch, every single brush of fingers]

[. . . she does get a glimpse of a few scars, though. nothing too big or too worrying, but there are lines of raised skin scattered across his torso, old battle wounds that have long since healed thanks to a well-placed Dia and some time. marks of victories achieved and losses sustained, memories of everything he went through back home]

[flyingsolos]

[ He responds beautifully, even better than she was expecting, and the way he hauls her in for another kiss pulls a thin, heated groan from her. Who knew, almost a full month would get this kind of reaction from the both of them?

Even when he's not giving her much time to look him over, her fingers find those faint scars soon enough-- and when Rion pauses, leans back in for another kiss, she speaks again between lighter, quicker kisses. ]

Lay all the way back for a minute.

[purrtagonist]

[teenage hormones knew!1]

[Akira matches her kiss for kiss, his own fingers eventually threading with pink locks to keep her pulled close. and when she mumbles that request, he responds by lying backwards again, still dragging her with him because he so doesn't want her to go far]

[flyingsolos]

[ She's not going to go far! In fact, it's going to be hard for her to remember to draw back when he's holding her this close.

But then Rion moves, gently freeing herself with a softer kiss before she lowers herself--

Because the scars on his torso, the ones she could feel? Battle wounds, scrapes from falling down, whatever... she's going to lightly kiss each one.

If Akira's giving her a certain amount of free rein before he inevitably flusters her yet again, might as well take it. ]

[purrtagonist]

[the noise he makes the moment she pulls away and moves down, mouth brushing up against marked skin, is absolutely strangled in the back of his throat]

[but it's a good noise. an encouraging noise, one that he stifles by pressing the back of his hand against his mouth because it's also an extremely embarrassing noise. he feels heat rise to his cheeks, but his fingers remain curled in her hair and he totally isn't about to ask her to stop because hey, he was the one who told her not to hold back, wasn't he?]

[smart answer, past Kurusu]

[. . . normally, he enjoys taking charge, being the one to push, to tease and fluster. but that can come later; right now, it's Rion's turn, and he'll let her have as much leverage as she wants]

[flyingsolos]

[ admittedly, she'd been a little concerned that this was what was going to get him to ask her to stop. But he doesn't, and the strangled noise he keeps trapped in his throat sends a shiver coursing through her. She wants to hear it-- properly.

Which isn't going to happen if he keeps his hand pressed against his mouth, so as Rion diligently works on locating his scars with her mouth, one hand strokes down to his stomach.

To tickle, just a bit, as she adds the gentlest scrape of teeth to her next kiss. Move your hand, dork. ]

1/3

[purrtagonist]

[oh my god]

[RION???]

[don't mind him as that strangled noise turns into a choked laugh as he flinches away from her tickling, the hand on his mouth shooting down to grab at hers on instinct. he's extremely ticklish, thanks!1]

[but then that laugh catches in his lungs as her next kiss draws another sound from him, this one an unrestrained keening noise that's even more embarrassing than the one he made earlier]

[purrtagonist]

[. . .]

[purrtagonist]

[tugs her hair, lightly scolding, not nearly enough to hurt]

Ch-- cheater.

[flyingsolos]

[ That earns him a quiet laugh, and Rion lifts herself back up to kiss his cheek-- entire unrepentant, though. ]

I didn't think you'd let me hear you if I just asked.

And that was incredibly hot, Akira.

[ Minor understatement. ]

[purrtagonist]

[jesus christ that's not fair]

For you! I've never made a noise like that in my entire life.

[what happened to being confident, cool and suave, Akira??]

[. . . of course, he makes it seem like he's protesting, but he also tilts his head into her kiss and runs his hand across her back to keep her close, so. it may just be for show]

[flyingsolos]

[ ... Her boyfriend is so cute, as much as Rion's trying not to laugh any more than she already has, it's supremely hard to keep a straight face.

But she's also beaming, staying close. ]

If I'm the first one to hear it, then I'm glad. My vote's for you totally doing it again.

[purrtagonist]

[it's okay, her laughter is contagious, and his own expression lights up a bit, wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes as he grins at her. if you can't laugh with someone while making out with them, then what can you do???]

Ah. . . well.

[tilts his chin up, brushing his nose against hers, eyes slipping shut]

. . . you'll have to make me.

[and then he hooks his leg against hers and shoves her weight to the side, trying to reverse their positions. HIS TURN NOW >:U]

[flyingsolos]

[ Rude?? Rion lets out a yelp that is not all that surprised, successfully toppled from her perch to end up on her back. ]

... Challenge accepted.

[ Rion, stop being sassy for like. Five seconds. ]

[purrtagonist]

[THIS IS DANGEROUS]

[something about his gaze darkens a bit, the curve of his mouth gaining a slightly impish edge. but she only gets a flash of that before he dives into kiss her again]

[flyingsolos]

[ Odd, it's like his danger level just increased, or there was something different about his smile--

But Rion can't comment on it right this minute, because Akira's already going in for another kiss-- and of course, she lets him, sinking her fingers into his hair. It's messy enough already, he probably won't mind. ]

[purrtagonist]

[HE SURE DOESN'T MIND. it's messy, but it's also longer than it was when he first arrived. not terribly longer; he just gained an inch or two over the course of four, almost five months. but he probably needs a haircut]

[not that he's thinking about haircuts right now when he's, like. totally in the middle of making out with his girlfriend. his hands do wander this time, skimming across her sides and her stomach, over her clothing. but he still isn't being indecent]

[flyingsolos]

[ She'd be a little huffy if he was pondering haircuts over makeouts right now, so it's probably for the best. Should she feel bad about maaaaybe riling him up?

... Nah. Worth it, and she'll squirm just a bit in encouragement. ]

[purrtagonist]

[ENCOURAGING HIM IS DANGEROUS. . . but he likes it. he likes it a lot, and although his hands come to rest innocently against her sides, he mmmight be pulling away from the kiss to brush his mouth against her jaw and her neck. he's being good, though. no marking up skin for now, just gentle, feather-light kisses]

[flyingsolos]

[ Well. If Rion learned that Akira is extremely ticklish today, Akira's about to learn that her neck is kind of a sensitive spot-- if the way her breath catches when he feathers kisses there is any kind of indication.

But her fingers continue to stroke through his hair, so she seems to actually welcome it. ]

[purrtagonist]

[oho. . . that's a good noise. there's a pause, before he presses another kiss against her pulse point, this time lingering to see if he can draw more than just a hitched sigh from her]

[flyingsolos]

[ Almost! Rion seems to have caught on that he's actively trying now, and there's some kind of muffled noise that she's keeping pressed behind closed lips.

Sorry, Akira, she's going to make you work for it. ]