"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?"
[ Yang blinks, trying to glance back over her shoulder as his arms secure themselves around her-- and then she relaxes, settling into a comfy lean back against him. ]
[Naoki will make it easier, by tucking his chin over her shoulder, smiling sidelong at her. He tightens his arms lightly around her, kissing at her cheek, a fleeting graze of his lips.]
Mmhmm. And I'm not letting you go-- for a little while.
[ the woes of being in her bouncer uniform: her neck is totally unprotected right now, and Naoki's suddenly not-subtle onslaught of affection is pulling a warm sigh from her. ]
[Naoki smiles against her neck, tightening his arms briefly around her. Just enough for a warm squeeze, to bring her back more against his chest. He nuzzles more into her neck, kissing again, soft touches up.]
[ Even if she happens to sound perfectly happy where she is, moving her hands to grasp at his arms and her head lolling back against him as her breath hitches. Geez, her neck-- ]
[Naoki asks as he plants kiss after kiss gently up over her neck, his fingers interlaced and cupping together in front of her stomach. Her reactions aren't deterring him at all, and she'll feel his arms shifting underneath her fingers.]
[ Supposed to be challenging, actually sounds fairly hopeful, because this might be kind of incredibly distracting, but she likes it a lot (and he'll feel her shiver). Naoki taking initiative is never something to be appalled at. ]
[Which has him snickering (ha best at doing his worst) before he continues to kiss. Each touch is light, doesn't linger, no scrapes of teeth even though the temptation is there in the back of his mind. He does start to press his lips more firmly against her skin, though, where she can feel the warm puff of his breath.]
[ It's a soft little whine, because while each kiss is a soft, pleasant touch, they're still too brief and even worse, she can't kiss him back like this. Which is becoming increasing prevalent in her mind the more he leaves his breath tingling on her neck. ]
[A soft little whine it is, and somehow he gets shivers at it, surprising even himself. Naoki pauses with his lips still pressed against her neck, puzzled.]
[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.]
[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. ]
[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.
[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.]
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.]
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I guess you really have me now.
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Mmhmm. And I'm not letting you go-- for a little while.
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Mmhm, really, really scary. [Another kiss (and he fights not to let himself linger), followed by a nuzzle of his nose against her skin.]
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Think I should try to run?
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Nah... Just giving in would be the best bet.
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[ Even if she happens to sound perfectly happy where she is, moving her hands to grasp at his arms and her head lolling back against him as her breath hitches. Geez, her neck-- ]
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[Naoki asks as he plants kiss after kiss gently up over her neck, his fingers interlaced and cupping together in front of her stomach. Her reactions aren't deterring him at all, and she'll feel his arms shifting underneath her fingers.]
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[ Supposed to be challenging, actually sounds fairly hopeful, because this might be kind of incredibly distracting, but she likes it a lot (and he'll feel her shiver). Naoki taking initiative is never something to be appalled at. ]
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[Which has him snickering (ha best at doing his worst) before he continues to kiss. Each touch is light, doesn't linger, no scrapes of teeth even though the temptation is there in the back of his mind. He does start to press his lips more firmly against her skin, though, where she can feel the warm puff of his breath.]
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Naokiiiii.
[ It's a soft little whine, because while each kiss is a soft, pleasant touch, they're still too brief and even worse, she can't kiss him back like this. Which is becoming increasing prevalent in her mind the more he leaves his breath tingling on her neck. ]
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Yang? [Should he do something else instead?]
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[ Although she'll miss his wonderfully solid chest. ]
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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.]
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Patience is occasionally overrated. ]
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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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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.
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Thanks-- I guess I'm not used to your place in the dark yet.
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[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.]
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[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.]
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