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[He liked showering attention on her like this-- but he loosens his arms with a short sound to say go ahead. He leaves a kiss on the skin below one of her ears first, though.]

[ Instantly, Yang is turning towards him, looping her arms around his neck to draw him into an oddly demanding kiss.

Patience is occasionally overrated. ]

[Naoki's hands, relocated from her stomach, settle against the small of her back, fingers curling fast there. He leans into her, eager to return it even as the demand in it sets something to clenching tight in his stomach.]

[ It's his own fault, for seducing her with such sweetly-placed little kisses-- Yang's kiss is both heated and hungry, her thumbs brushing against the horn at his neck, as though she's desperate for touch, all manner of contact right now.

Okay, so maybe she'd challenged him, but she's not bothering to think about it. Instead, she's stepping backwards and drawing him closer, possibly trying to guide him closer to the dark shape that's his couch. ]

[He was just giving in to an impulse, okay-- her neck was just lovely and inviting, so he had to shower kisses on it. Naoki can feel himself shivering, reacting to her touch just as eagerly as she's giving it to him, the muscles in his neck bunching, foot taking a stumbling step after her.

He's not even paying attention to where they're going, entirely focused on returning her kiss, letting her feel the surge of hunger she awoke in him.]

[ Don't worry, he doesn't need to pay attention. Yang knows the way well enough, even if most of her attention is centered on him, and she knows she still needs to wait, that this can't go further, hotter than this right now, but hauling him down on the couch for a quick makeout session couldn't hurt.

Except when she starts to tilt backwards, there's no couch that her heels meet to assure her that she's at the right distance, which is the exact moment Yang realizes she probably should have led him one more step. ]

[ She's at least smart enough to let him go before she skids and TIMBEEEEEEERs. ]

[Sharp awareness flashes as he realises yes his girlfriend is falling, and moves forward at once, scooping an arm under her back and taking that one step forward that she missed going back.

His knee presses against the couch as he tugs her to fall onto the couch properly with, you know, less potential hitting her head off of anything.] Whoa, there.

[ She's totally resilient, she would've been okay!! But Yang can still appreciate a quick save, meeting cushions instead of the edge or the floor, and laughs breathlessly once she realizes. ]

Thanks-- I guess I'm not used to your place in the dark yet.

So I'm not enough of a light for you?

[As he moves his other knee to press to the couch to her opposite side. He leans over her, fingers finding her cheek even in the dim light, stroking up to her bangs.]

You're just too distracting, demon lord. [ See, she's already turning to nuzzle his fingers as they glide past. ]

I think you're the distracting one, charisma queen.

[Naoki's expression is tender, though, and he leans down to close the distance between their lips. He catches hers in an insistent press, to pick up where they left off from.]

[ No, it's definitely him. Without a doubt.

Which she would say, except once their lips meet, Yang forgets all about saying anything and instantly returns that kiss with matching enthusiasm. One hand moves, to trace the curve of one ear with her fingertips. ]

[Naoki's voice is a muffled sound as her fingers trace, and his shoulders shiver, arching up. He might play it off as ticklish, but it's more like her touch gives him shivers... which isn't new at all.

Leaning down more, he braces himself with his arms, nothing tentative in the way his tongue sweeps her lower lip, asking entrance with a catch of his teeth. Maybe his apartment being dim as it is makes him a little bolder, everything besides her just a smudge of darker shadow, unimportant.]

[ Whatever the reason, Yang likes this side of him, no longer hesitant in the way he approaches her-- and she lets her approval show in how she pats her chest with her free hand, inviting him to lower himself against her, and opens her mouth.

To breathe his name, for all of a split second, before she catches his lower lip, parts hers wider to seal against his mouth and bring their tongues together. ]

[His cheeks grow warmer, but... he lowers himself down on top of her, breathing sharply through his nose as he settles on top of her. Close. Groaning softly into her lips, his own open, tongue raising against hers.

He slips one hand, loosening his fingers from cushions, underneath her body to press his palm firmly against the middle of her back. His fingers slide down as best as they can, kneading a little with restless circling motions of fingertips.]

Edited 2015-05-29 02:03 (UTC)

[ Naoki's close, and Yang wonders, for all of three seconds, if this was really a good idea when she can feel his weight pressing down on her and it's doing thrilling things to her nerves and her heart and her body.

The kneading makes her lift her back, just a bit, while one hand slips around to his back and works its way under his shirt to feel the warmth against her palm. As deep a kiss as this is - and as unwilling as Yang is to part from it - she's doing her best not to let it get too overwhelming for either of them. Wait, she remembers dimly, they're going to wait.

But she rubs her palm against his back anyway, a little noise of longing staying down in her throat. ]

[They agreed to wait-- that, if nothing else, is something that sticks in Naoki's mind. So even if Yang's back lifts in a way that makes him want to scrape his nails right along her spine, and even if her hand is searing hot against his skin in turn, he'll keep it to the contact of their lips and the light press of their bodies.

His heart is hammering in his ears, though, far too loud, and he's sure he's going to start groaning the second he stops thinking about anything besides kissing Yang. He's already close to it.

Naoki's tongue still slides along hers, tasting her mouth, eager and wanting, plainly.]

[ Yang won't begrudge him this-- because she wants this just as much, revels in their closeness where every breath is mingled with his and all she can taste is his mouth. All she can feel is his skin beneath her hand, the wet glide of his tongue against hers, his weight pressing down in such a manner that she almost wants to squirm, just to see what he'll do.

She doesn't, but her fingers curl and press at his back, and that noise will be a little more pronounced into his mouth. ]

[Goodness knows he wouldn't be able to handle her squirming if she did-- as it is, just their bodies resting together is a few steps away from being too much to handle. He groans, but manages to keep it soft, shivering and pulling away with a damp last touch to breathe.

And to calm down, a little, even as his fingertips draw slow circles up along her back.]

Hey, Yang, do you have any tips you can give me on driving a motorcycle?

[Since, thanks to Souda, he's got one now... and he doesn't know anyone other than her who drives one.]

[ Yang breathes right along with him, unsteady and dazed as she stares up at him.

... Really, she just wants to haul him against her again, but she'll refrain. ]

[She'll be able to see it-- that same want in his gaze, written all over his expression. He's transparent, with Yang at least. But he just shifts a hand, dragging his thumb gently along her damp lips.]

I've got a bunch but do you want the fun tips or the safe tips

You know... [ And she sighs, moving one hand to grasp his, to kiss the thumb he's teasing her lips with. Okay. She's calming down. It's just a little longer. ] You make a really good case for not wanting to leave.

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