"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?"
[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.]
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.]
[ 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. ]
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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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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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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