It's the allure of fine being angels brought to earth that we rely on. And who would want lascivious angels?
[Ryuu's words are sweet, and Wataru's response is just to rub their noses together cutely. Maybe that part isn't one hundred percent Wataru, but if it gets him what he wants, he can bend his own behaviors a little bit. If it gets those hands and lips on him, he's happy with anything.]
You're not plain at all, Dragon-san! [That much is sincere.] I've met worse, to be sure. People so boring, so average that they need a guiding hand or they'll never amount to anything at all! You don't need my tutelage, so you're nothing like that. Still... Don't let someone like me stop your heart. I can't go around killing people just by being handsome.
You'd be surprised! [ a real laugh, measured but still coming from deep in his gut. ryuu tips his head. ] But I've never played an angel.
[ sure enough, the gentle motion is enough of a lure for a light kiss - thoughtful, like the pull of a calm wave. if only he could really be honest about how plain he actually is, about how he'd just been faceted like a jewel dug up out of the ground, grubby and ordinary as the dirt itself. ]
People can surprise you too I think, even the plain ones. Ah, but, it's okay! My heart's tougher than it seems. Though it's pounding a little right now.
[The way the energy flows between them, gentle and constant like waves, isn't lost on Wataru. He wonders if this is what people mean when they say two people have "chemistry". Or maybe it's just the effects he's under. Whatever the case, he's wrapped up in Ryuu right now, and he really does want more.]
Mine is, too.
[He reaches for one of Ryuu's hands and eases it into his open shirt, right over his heart.]
Honestly, you're making me a little giddy. It's harder to breathe, and I don't want to look anywhere else.
[ at the end of the day, moons or no, ryuu is still a pretty shy person. whatever bravery was imparted to him shies back at such a direct touch and makes his cheeks color. (still, he doesn't move his hand away, light as the touch of his palm is.) ]
Having your eyes just on me... [ his fingers curl. ] That makes me a little nervous. But not in a bad way.
[Wataru feels the shyness and lets go of Ryuu's hand with a sheepish smile. Maybe he can tease some boldness out of him.]
I'm not going to force you to do anything. If you want to just sit here quietly, I'll still be happy to have the company. Or you could even leave, if I've kept you too long.
[ lucky for wataru he's criminally easy to tease. instantly, his hand eases back, going into hover mode. only his expression deflates faster - it's almost, almost comical. like a toppled souffle. ]
You didn't! [ a little flex of his fingers in the air. grabby paws. ] I'm sorry! I didn't mean to come across that way...
[He lays an elegant finger over Ryuu's lips, then drags it down slowly until it's resting on his neck.]
I'm just honestly not the sort to take advantage of people, no matter how I feel. Not in this kind of thing, anyway. What should we do, then, Dragon-san? You're quite the fearsome creature in name. Might you show me your fangs? Or should I show you mine?
[ a gesture so simple effectively silences him. it draws a calm down through him too, shoulders sloping. what a virtuous person. ]
I get nervous easily. [ ryuu admits that much, touching his hand to his heart. ] But in that way where it feels like I have something to aspire to. I've gotten to like it a lot...
[ this feeling he's still learning the shape of. ]
[Wataru's standards are insanely high and totally bizarre sometimes, but never truly harmful. And he likes Ryuu. Even if he would like to see him be bolder.]
There's nothing wrong with being nervous, though in a lot of people it doesn't do anything productive. How lucky for you that it does. I'd like to inspire you just as much as that, but with a little more... Amazing☆. For now, would you ask me to be content with what I have, or can I beg for more? Another kiss? Your hands on me? Ah, listen to me, getting carried away. I can't help it. You have a truly gentle soul. It makes me practically ravenous.
[ you can't eat his whole soul, wataru, but you can have a taste. ]
Beg? Ahh, I wouldn't want to make you do that... [ literal. wholesome. literally wholesome. ] Here. Want to get more comfortable first?
[ ryuu's arms slip off of wataru's waist, but it's in the interest of getting into a seat on the couch where neither of them has to twist or lean too much. his lap is prime real estate, at this point. with a tilt of his head to beckon him back over, ryuu smiles. ]
You wanted to climb up here earlier, didn't you? I don't mind.
[Does Ryuu have to be so effortlessly handsome and appealing? It's criminal. Wataru looks at him with admiration and warmth for a moment, then swings a leg over Ryuu and settles right on his lap, shameless.]
Just as solid and steady as I'd expected! I knew you wouldn't possibly disappoint my expectations. Now...
[He puts a finger under Ryuu's chin and leans in.]
[ it might be shameless, but ryuu actually looks elated that wataru's taking him up on it, just like that. something about drawing the attention of someone like him so wholly makes an undeniable giddiness bubble up in him. he's sturdy, he doesn't want to let that captivating thing burst so soon - he follows the angle wataru sets for him and dips in to kiss him again.
if an intake of breath can sound happy... ryuu's lips capture his, simple and sweet, breathing in and tugging back. promising more. ]
Of course.
[ firmer now, he kisses as he's leaning back against the couch, chroma bright and skin brighter.
teeth, tongue, voice. isn't it good to offer them all? ]
[It moves Wataru, honestly and truly, and he hums happily into the kiss. He gives as sweetly and warmly as he gets, his hips settling in close to Ryuu's, fingers dancing over his cheeks and jaw and neck and shoulders. He wants to soak him up, his sunshine, something Wataru still doesn't even really know the origin of. He wants his gentleness and his strong, lovely arms.
He's practically melting into the older idol, his affection clear and his need growing more obvious by the moment. And he won't apologize for it, because he's no longer apprehensive or ashamed. He's on his lap, after all.
Their tongues meet, their lips work tirelessly, ceaselessly, and Wataru finds himself feeding off the warmth of the chroma, letting it envelop him, letting the desire for more be obvious from the way his body presses in.]
[ he could easily lose track of time, kissing and being kissed like this. just when he thinks he's satisfied with the motions, he gets the urge to angle in a little more wholly, slide his tongue in deeper. it's impossible to want to separate with touch sparkling over him in magnificent patterns. ryuu isn't even in sanguis right now, but there's something so gripping about the way he smells, that rising, feverish skin-sweet scent of cordis.
also humming, ryuu finally breaks the kiss with a sigh, but he's not wandering very far. instead his lips press downwards, towards his chin, over his jaw. he nudges his head aside to aim for his neck, brushed beneath a curtain of hair.
and pressed this close, ryuu can feel the restless shape of him as he moves in his lap, the color in his face deepening in recognition. but revoking his touch is the last thing on his mind - he squeezes wataru's lower back fondly to invite another arch into him. his palms slide around his waistline, thumbs easing over hips and steadying, as if he'd just brush all the layers away if he were able. ]
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[Ryuu's words are sweet, and Wataru's response is just to rub their noses together cutely. Maybe that part isn't one hundred percent Wataru, but if it gets him what he wants, he can bend his own behaviors a little bit. If it gets those hands and lips on him, he's happy with anything.]
You're not plain at all, Dragon-san! [That much is sincere.] I've met worse, to be sure. People so boring, so average that they need a guiding hand or they'll never amount to anything at all! You don't need my tutelage, so you're nothing like that. Still... Don't let someone like me stop your heart. I can't go around killing people just by being handsome.
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[ sure enough, the gentle motion is enough of a lure for a light kiss - thoughtful, like the pull of a calm wave. if only he could really be honest about how plain he actually is, about how he'd just been faceted like a jewel dug up out of the ground, grubby and ordinary as the dirt itself. ]
People can surprise you too I think, even the plain ones. Ah, but, it's okay! My heart's tougher than it seems. Though it's pounding a little right now.
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Mine is, too.
[He reaches for one of Ryuu's hands and eases it into his open shirt, right over his heart.]
Honestly, you're making me a little giddy. It's harder to breathe, and I don't want to look anywhere else.
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Having your eyes just on me... [ his fingers curl. ] That makes me a little nervous. But not in a bad way.
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[Wataru feels the shyness and lets go of Ryuu's hand with a sheepish smile. Maybe he can tease some boldness out of him.]
I'm not going to force you to do anything. If you want to just sit here quietly, I'll still be happy to have the company. Or you could even leave, if I've kept you too long.
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You didn't! [ a little flex of his fingers in the air. grabby paws. ] I'm sorry! I didn't mean to come across that way...
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[He lays an elegant finger over Ryuu's lips, then drags it down slowly until it's resting on his neck.]
I'm just honestly not the sort to take advantage of people, no matter how I feel. Not in this kind of thing, anyway. What should we do, then, Dragon-san? You're quite the fearsome creature in name. Might you show me your fangs? Or should I show you mine?
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I get nervous easily. [ ryuu admits that much, touching his hand to his heart. ] But in that way where it feels like I have something to aspire to. I've gotten to like it a lot...
[ this feeling he's still learning the shape of. ]
Fangs? I wonder about that!
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There's nothing wrong with being nervous, though in a lot of people it doesn't do anything productive. How lucky for you that it does. I'd like to inspire you just as much as that, but with a little more... Amazing☆. For now, would you ask me to be content with what I have, or can I beg for more? Another kiss? Your hands on me? Ah, listen to me, getting carried away. I can't help it. You have a truly gentle soul. It makes me practically ravenous.
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Beg? Ahh, I wouldn't want to make you do that... [ literal. wholesome. literally wholesome. ] Here. Want to get more comfortable first?
[ ryuu's arms slip off of wataru's waist, but it's in the interest of getting into a seat on the couch where neither of them has to twist or lean too much. his lap is prime real estate, at this point. with a tilt of his head to beckon him back over, ryuu smiles. ]
You wanted to climb up here earlier, didn't you? I don't mind.
[ weirdly observant for being dense, at times. ]
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Just as solid and steady as I'd expected! I knew you wouldn't possibly disappoint my expectations. Now...
[He puts a finger under Ryuu's chin and leans in.]
Just... a little more?
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if an intake of breath can sound happy... ryuu's lips capture his, simple and sweet, breathing in and tugging back. promising more. ]
Of course.
[ firmer now, he kisses as he's leaning back against the couch, chroma bright and skin brighter.
teeth, tongue, voice. isn't it good to offer them all? ]
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He's practically melting into the older idol, his affection clear and his need growing more obvious by the moment. And he won't apologize for it, because he's no longer apprehensive or ashamed. He's on his lap, after all.
Their tongues meet, their lips work tirelessly, ceaselessly, and Wataru finds himself feeding off the warmth of the chroma, letting it envelop him, letting the desire for more be obvious from the way his body presses in.]
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also humming, ryuu finally breaks the kiss with a sigh, but he's not wandering very far. instead his lips press downwards, towards his chin, over his jaw. he nudges his head aside to aim for his neck, brushed beneath a curtain of hair.
and pressed this close, ryuu can feel the restless shape of him as he moves in his lap, the color in his face deepening in recognition. but revoking his touch is the last thing on his mind - he squeezes wataru's lower back fondly to invite another arch into him. his palms slide around his waistline, thumbs easing over hips and steadying, as if he'd just brush all the layers away if he were able. ]
Wataru-kun... [ a nuzzle. ] Can I touch you?