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[flaredo]

"Heeey, you've reached Yang! Well, actually, you didn't reach far enough, 'cause I'm not here right now! But don't yang up! Just leave a message on this baby, and I'll get back to you soon enough, okay?"

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[flaredo]

[ He's welcome to them. Yang's always worn her emotions openly, spoken of them easily. Now, she doesn't need to speak, and as he moves in, she welcomes him with a warm murmur of his name as her lips part. The tug to his hair smooths out into gentler stroking, and one hand moves to his neck, hesitating before she brushes her fingers over his horn.

She remembers what he'd said once, about his body possibly frightening people. She thinks about it, his markings, the way his eyes glow, the horn she touches lightly now-- and accepts all of it. It's a part of Naoki now, nothing that governs him, just his. ]

[masakados]

[Naoki's eyes slit open, seeing nothing but a blur of colour, the faint outline of her eyelashes, feeling a tingling spreading from his neck. She's actually touching--

But, she would. She's always accepted everything about him. He can feel her fingers the same as he would if she were touching his skin, and she's doing it just as if it were.

Hm, with that and a smile pressed into her lips, his hand coaxes her closer with firm fingers, so he can taste her mouth, feel the flush contact of their bodies.]

[flaredo]

[ Naoki, after this, she can't get any closer without straddling him, and that's admittedly hard to do in a dress like this. But she can lean, share the heat between flushed skin, bring her hand past the horn to curve around his neck.

... Right, she'd never gotten his shirt entirely off, had she? Oops. ]

[masakados]

[Naoki's focus slowly becomes limited, zeroing in on tasting her mouth, the warm contact of their bodies, her hand on his neck--

Another noise, soft and raw, and he pulls back from the kiss with a slow inhale. He probably looks dazed, eyes half-closed, lips slightly parted as he strokes his thumb down to her shoulder.]

[flaredo]

[ Yang doesn't look any better, released hair spilling over one shoulder and lips also parted to catch her breath as she peers at him.

... He's doing that 'irresistible' thing again. ]

[masakados]

[She looks beautiful, is how she looks, and Naoki swallows thickly on a breath in. He just looks back at her as she looks at him and it'd be awfully easy to scoop her into his lap and maybe...

But he forces his mind from that idea and gives her a shaky smile instead.]

[flaredo]

... We got a little carried away, huh?

[ But it had felt so nice. ]

[masakados]

Just a little.

[He's... pretty okay with it all the same. Even if his self-control ended up fraying a bit.

Thinking about how he'd like to just ask her to stay over, he just as quickly casts it out of his mind as he combs a hand through her hair. Her sister just got here, it's definitely not the time.]

[flaredo]

[ Maybe the next time he asks, she'll say yes. But for now-- well, she also has Ruby in mind, and her little sister will probably need her as she settles in. So she leans in, just to kiss his cheek. ]

It was fun, though.

[masakados]

[Naoki smiles, content, as she kisses his cheek and sweeps his hand in a gentle motion down over her hair and her back. He kisses her cheek in turn.]

Can I take that as a go-ahead for any getting carried aways in the future?

[flaredo]

Didn't I say that I liked it when you were impatient? [ And Yang grins at him, running her hand through his hair in a quick sweep. ]

Permission granted.

[masakados]

[Naoki's head tips to follow that quick sweep of her hand through his hair, humming appreciatively.]

You said that, but I still wanted to check. [And he's sure she'll stop him if he ever gets too impatient.]

[flaredo]

Then, O mighty demon lord, may I also have permission to overwhelm you on occasion?

[ SPOKEN SO FORMALLY. ]

[masakados]

[SNORTS.]

Permission granted, charisma queen, master of overwhelming. [Because, of course.]

[flaredo]

Oh, you haven't seen anything yet.

[ She'd crack her knuckles if she wasn't petting his hair. ]

[masakados]

...be gentle.

[(Though, no, she really doesn't have to be.)

Also please do keep patting his hair, because he looks terribly content...]

[flaredo]

I'll think about it.

[ Well, at least the hair patting is gentle. ]

[masakados]

Well... Good enough.

[Shaking his head with a grin, Naoki leans in, kissing at her chin, cheek, in soft but lingering touches.]

[flaredo]

[ Yang's sigh is warm, and she draws her legs up slightly, turning her head to return the favor. ]

I can't stay too long, but one day, you're going to have a hard time kicking me out.

[masakados]

[He'll just continue what he's doing-- dropping soft kisses on her skin, pausing only to hum in amusement.]

So... is that supposed to sound like a bad thing?

[flaredo]

It was supposed to be threatening, but I guess I failed.

[ Yang, you didn't even try. It doesn't help that the soft kisses are relaxing her way too much; she's getting heavy-lidded. ]

[masakados]

It sounded way too nice to work as threatening.

[Naoki's chuckling, sound as soft as the brushes of his lips, though he pulls back slightly to see her expression. Cute. The pad of his thumb strokes idly across her cheek.]

[flaredo]

... Mm. [ And she tilts her head towards his thumb, expression growing drowsily thoughtful. ]

I'll totally punch you in the face if you try to kick me out next time. Better?

[masakados]

[He refrains from telling her that, with that sleepy look, there's no way that could sound threatening. He lets his thumb follow her tilting head, smiling.]

Better. I'll make sure I'm prepared next time you're over. [But, this said:] Am I putting you to sleep, Yang?

[flaredo]

Yes, you jerk.

[ There is absolutely no heat in that statement. ]