[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]
[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]
[ 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. ]
[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]
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]
[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]
[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]
[ 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. ]
[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]
[ 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. ]
[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]
[ 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. ]
[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]
[ 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. ]
[. . . what if his fingers sneak underneath the hem of her shirt as he kisses her, brushing against her stomach, right above her naval. his touch is veeeeery light, and he won't wander at all from that area without further encouragement]
[but maybe it'll be enough to push her over the edge, just a little bit]
[it sure is! he seems pleased with it too, judging by the way his mouth curves against her skin. he lays his hand flat against her stomach, fingers splayed, and moves upwards to press a few more kisses against her jaw as he shifts towards her ear]
[. . .]
[anyway, his last lingering kiss did wind up leaving a mark, so. uh. enjoy explaining that hickey to Kou, Rion]
[he's dangerous, she thinks, as though she herself is not equally as so. but he laughs, breath washing warm against her neck, and. . . audaciously nips at her ear, tugging very lightly before he pulls back and grins down at her like a cat who just caught a mouse]
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[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]
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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. ]
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[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]
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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. ]
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[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]
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[tugs her hair, lightly scolding, not nearly enough to hurt]
Ch-- cheater.
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I didn't think you'd let me hear you if I just asked.
And that was incredibly hot, Akira.
[ Minor understatement. ]
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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]
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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.
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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]
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... Challenge accepted.
[ Rion, stop being sassy for like. Five seconds. ]
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[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]
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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. ]
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[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]
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... Nah. Worth it, and she'll squirm just a bit in encouragement. ]
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But her fingers continue to stroke through his hair, so she seems to actually welcome it. ]
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Sorry, Akira, she's going to make you work for it. ]
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[. . . what if his fingers sneak underneath the hem of her shirt as he kisses her, brushing against her stomach, right above her naval. his touch is veeeeery light, and he won't wander at all from that area without further encouragement]
[but maybe it'll be enough to push her over the edge, just a little bit]
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Well. That's probably progress, isn't it? ]
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[. . .]
[anyway, his last lingering kiss did wind up leaving a mark, so. uh. enjoy explaining that hickey to Kou, Rion]
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Poor Kou.
Rion's fingers are pressing against his scalp now, as she tries to at least get some semblance of control over her breathing. Yeah. He's dangerous.
Also, she wants that hand to keep moving, but one thing at a time. ]
Who's the... cheater now?
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[he's dangerous, she thinks, as though she herself is not equally as so. but he laughs, breath washing warm against her neck, and. . . audaciously nips at her ear, tugging very lightly before he pulls back and grins down at her like a cat who just caught a mouse]
Turnabout is totally fair play, Rion.
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