[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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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?