[He wants to get closer, closer, closer as he moves his hands from his cheeks to move his arms around his neck as he follows in suit. Ryunosuke longs to lose himself in Manabu, to fall headfirst into something he doesn't want to name. He often wonders how they managed to have a relationship in Trench, how it's managed to grow despite the everyday nature of the horrors they find. Between the beasts and blood, he was grateful that he found some sense of normalcy.
He breaks their kiss just for a moment, a second to catch his breath before he's back on Manabu's lips, chasing after the heat.]
[that second sees that Manabu can barely utter a sound, just the half-thought suggestion to ask, as he always did, if Ryunosuke was okay. maybe the next kiss is answer enough, huh Yuuki? even if it's not, it's wonderful. the way his head swims in such a pleasant way is better than any booze buzz he'd stomached for the sake of socializing, and the secure sensation that comes with arms curling over his shoulders fuels both relief and excitement in him that's incomparable to anything else.
no one makes me feel the way you do, he thinks, wishing to convey it somehow in a way that's clear (that doesn't require words, because he's busy).
his mouth parts without a thought, yearning for Ryunosuke's tongue. they've kissed in such a way before with...mixed success and levels of awkward on each other's behalf, but there's a mutual assurance in this moment that banishes apprehension faster than Manabu can think it up. he's thinking more about the feel of Ryunosuke's back - how deceptively strong he is, despite his gentle demeanor. he's getting that feeling - the one he'd get in watching Ryunosuke at shooting practice, with the way the muscles of his arms flexed and relaxed with the drawing of a bow...
he's sure he better reel it in or he's going to have to apologize for some downstairs situations pretty soon.]
[He doesn't know how else to express his feelings. Poetry, certainly, but that was not really something he shared with anyone. He chases after Manabu, tongue flicking into his mouth experimentally once he parts it, remembering the previous times they tried and failed (but learned!) and is thrilled that this time it just feels right. Their careful exploration has lead them to this, and Ryunosuke is excited for it.
Could his heart beat any faster?
He pushes one hand up into Manabu's hair, carefully running his fingers through before he gently grips the ends of them. Despite his confidence in their relationship, he's still unsure what he can do. He wants to touch, wants to explore more intimately - things he isn't certain how to express with words, but he's trying to do so through his actions. With his free hand he rests it on Manabu's shoulder, briefly, then moves down to touch his chest tentatively.
Nerves were getting to him, the feeling of being unsure if this was wanted welling up inside of him. It didn't seem warranted, that it was mutual longing, but never the less his nerves are frayed and waiting for the line to be drawn.]
[the hand through his hair and the little tug when fingers curl elicit a groan against Ryunosuke's mouth - one he'd ought to recoil and apologize for, right? but he doesn't, his thoughts far from apology. his breath's better spent drawn deep in a moment to catch it, all the better for his chest to rise up and meet the hand settled there, sending an electric tingle all throughout.]
Ryuu... Can I... Can we-? [scattershot attempts at trying to convey scattershot thoughts too wrapped up in feeling - he should apologize for that, too, huh?]
[The groan does something to him. Knowing that he could get that kind of noise from Manabu has him wanting to know what else he could do. He tugs again, just to see if he could get another one.]
Yes. [He breathes out, taking a moment to look over Manabu. Whatever his question was, he was hoping that he longed for the same. To be closer, to be intimate, to see where this rabbit hole would go with the two of them. He runs his other hand down his chest, down his abs and stomach to the waistband of his trousers.] Is this... this is what you mean, right?
[He's second guessing his actions, but he wants to be damn certain that Manabu wants him to go further.]
[eyes flutter for a moment, caught up in the tickle and tingle of the hand on the move that stays his breath and next thought until right? makes him blink and refocus.]
Y-yeah, I-- [he stops, blinks, blinks again with more lucidity, and stares for a beat, his gaze trailed up a bit.
hey so what happens when you're rubbing up on a guy full of latent electricity?]
Hh, holy crap...your hair... [his mouth twitches, a sound stuck in his throat. do not laugh at dumb shit, you dumb shit. it's rude!!!]
[Permission granted, he's going to move forward before he stops again, hand barely moving from where it was previously.]
My.... hair? [He seems genuinely confused for a moment, untangling himself from Manabu just to investigate when he feels that his hair is standing up on end. He laughs. Ryunosuke feels like he should have seen this coming considering, but he didn't, and his laughter is unbridled and bright.
He recovers enough to reach out and kiss Manabu again, deeply, passionately.]
[well, if Ryunosuke can laugh, so can Manabu, and thank goodness for that - it seems to kill the last remaining tensions still holding each other back, and it certainly lightens Manabu's heart to hear such a thing from him! and he barely has a chance to brace himself when he's pulled back in for that kiss, one which staggers him with a wild, thrilling buzz before he can reciprocate with an equal measure of gusto.
heart pounding wild, stomach doing somersaults, skin a-tingle...all because of this generous and kind man. Manabu can't help the emotive whimper against his mouth as his touch compels him. the tangle of a discarded robe threatening to trip him up keeps him from stepping in too far too fast, but it does bring with it a sense of space.
[Maybe they should lay down. Maybe they should slow down. Maybe they should do a lot of things but they're hurtling forward towards something that Ryunosuke isn't sure he wants to end. He just wants more, more, more, something he can't quite vocalize but he could clearly show in action. He finds himself throwing his arms around Manabu's neck again, fingers moving into his hair and tugging as he kisses him, desperate to get closer.
Wanting to get closer means tripping on the discarded robe as it gets tangled in his feet. He stumbles into Manabu, glad to catch himself against him rather than just falling over. He looks at Manabu, a little embarrassed that he's stumbled to begin with, but he might as well take it as a sign.]
Sorry- [He starts, then stops.Then starts again with-] Why don't we lay down?
[Why don't they do a lot of things? If they at least lay down they won't run the risk of tripping over the robe again.]
Whoa-! Uoh-- [thankfully, Manabu's able to stabilize the both of them. it comes at the cost of a flash of heat that radiates off his skin, but that's better than an electroshock, right?
once he's gulped his heart back down his throat he can process the suggestion...and feel his heart try and jump right back out again. lay down...down with--]
Mn. Yeah. [that means relaxing his grip on Ryunosuke's waist. that means arms will have to unwind from around his shoulders. it's a tough bargain in some sense, but they part soon enough - and only just enough to sit down without any further stumbling.
there's a point in that transition where Manabu, already sitting, can look up and see Ryunosuke above him, barechested and silhouetted by the low lamplight in the room, and the sight steals his breath and makes him ache.]
You're... [...what? what word fits there? Manabu Yuuki is not well-read enough for this!] You look...really nice...
[It's not the most eloquent compliment, but it certainly gets his heart racing, and easily brings color to his cheeks. It's just so... Manabu. It didn't have to be fancy to be appreciated. He moves to sit down next to him, giving him an easy smile as he reaches out to cup his cheek.]
Yeah? [He chuckles lightly, then leans forward to kiss his lips again.] So do you.
[Because he'd be lying to himself if he didn't find Manabu attractive. He was handsome and sweet, and while he can be a bit high-strung, Rynosuke finds that he doesn't mind it. He enjoys his time with him, even if it's sporadic and unpredictable. Even when Manabu works himself silly, he knows that he'll still try and carve our time for them to spend together. It's that sort of care and thought that makes his heart ache in a good way.]
[Ryunosuke can just smile through any of Manabu's bumblings, can't he? it's kind of crazy, but he won't question it right now, too caught up in the spell of soft kisses and meaningful touches as he is.
he scoots in, eager to keep close and enjoy the little thrills of sensation wherever skin touches skin, eager to give Ryunosuke's hands room to roam and surprise him repeatedly when those thrills rise to the surface. touching in turn is...well, he's a bit wary of himself, but mirroring movement does come up eventually, once a ginger grazing of fingertips can become a press of the palm.
somehow, despite being warm all over, Manabu still finds cause to shiver. it's a nice feeling, though.]
[It's a thrill, being able to touch Manabu like this. It's soft and gentle, running fingers over skin in wonder. He's so caught up that he is actually acting on desire rather than just thinking about it. He wanted Manabu, it was a fact, but he's never really known or thought to do something about it before. He finds himself kissing Manabu deeply, tongue brushing against his lips as he moves closer. His touches stay light and fleeting, still unsure of what sort of thing Manabu would like, especially when he rests his palms on his chest.
Ryunosuke, on the other hand, is also trying to tell himself to calm down. He's definitely aroused, definitely enjoying the attention that he's receiving but he doesn't want this to end, doesn't want it to move too fast. There's a slight gasp when fingers become the press of a palm, and he wonders how far this will go before they both reach their end.]
[there's a point eventually where even getting so lost in the moment can't keep certain things from cropping up, namely...that they're getting far past that threshold where Manabu would normally balk, stutter his apologies, and hasten to leave to cool off or take care of matters himself.
not this time, though. no running away. only... what the heck does he do?! Manabu "thinks about baseball and space during sex ed class" Yuuki isn't running away, but he is running a bit blind.
it's the same for Ryunosuke too though, isn't it? he's made it clear before, not having dated a man. good to have some common ground there, but...]
I should've... Studied a bit. I think. [not the most romantic thing to go on about amidst a makeout, but hey.]
[It's a fair question, because how does one study? Sure he could look at some of the more risque art depicting sex acts but it wasn't like it was a how-to book. He doesn't stop smiling as he moves a bit closer, hand resting on Manabu's thigh. He just wants to be closer to Manabu however he could get right then.]
I think it's just trial and error. [He says quietly, moving to kiss his lips again.] Just...do what makes you feel good?
[Manabu's eyes flutter a bit, just as his heart does, as his stomach does. the suggestion tickles his ears, and his attention is lost again to just how nice having Ryunosuke so close and all to himself is.
do what...makes him feel good. he hardly has to do anything, does he? when just kisses and the pressure of a hand does so much. there's more than that? but what about--]
--you, though... [he utters the thought aloud, but only in part, only when there was enough means to. he turns his head slightly away just for the chance to follow that train of thought.] Whatever can make you happy, or--or feel good... That's what I want. [he sits up out of the slight slouch he'd gotten comfortable in to meet Ryunosuke more in the middle, so he doesn't have to rest his weight on a hand. that frees it up to reach over to Ryu's waist.]
That's really what I want here, you know...! So--so tell me. Whatever you want, just tell me, okay?
[Ryunosuke moves his feet underneath him so he's sitting on his knees, and reaches out to cup Manabu's cheeks in his hands. He smiles softly, leaning forward to capture his lips in another kiss and another.]
What I want is you. [He rubs his thumbs under his eyes.] You make me happy... [He shifts slightly, slacks tight and a little uncomfortable.] And if you couldn't tell, you make me feel good.
[He made him feel... were there any words to describe it? He made him feel lighter than air, made him feel like his heart would burst from his chest as it raced. There are a thousand words he could use to describe what he feels and they all die on his tongue when he's attempted to put thought to page. Ryunosuke was typically good at expressing himself (sometimes to his detriment) but Manabu often made him tongue-tied.]
[simple words simply said that are still the most profound and important things to hit his ears; it takes some effort not to laugh in some mix of joy and relief and an utter inability to process it any better in the heat of the moment, instead just tying up his tongue with Ryunosuke's - it's not like either of them were gonna be any more eloquent, right?
each kiss and affirmative sound emboldens getting closer, sitting up on his knees to press in, and gradually lead Ryunosuke down on his back.
between breathes:] This--okay--? [with him on top, chest-to-chest, hip-to-hip.]
[His breath hitches as he lays down, staring up at Manabu with a blush dusting his cheeks. This was really happening, wasn't it? His heart jumps in his chest as he looks up at Manabu. Any shift in movement and--]
Yeah. This is okay. [He reaches up to cautiously touch his cheek.] You all right?
[this angle is new. new and…lovely; Manabu feels his heart squeeze as he takes in the flushed expression searching his own.
the touch wakes him up from that little spell, prompting him to blink and swallow.]
Mn. Yeah. [he tilts his head into the hand, closing his eyes for a beat before turning his head to kiss at his palm - the start of a little train of kisses back to Ryunosuke’s face. there’s some shifting to keep from smothering him, but the skin-to-skin contact is exhilarating - each brush sending delightful signals up his body.
it’s all he can do to fight rolling his hips against Ryunosuke’s, so after a point he just…doesn’t. and the reward is thrilling torment - that friction eliciting a groan and a shiver, vaporless steam rising off his back.]
[Good, he thinks as he smiles warmly up at Manabu. This was- what's a good word for it? Thrilling? Exciting? He'll think on it later when he's not in the middle of this impassioned entanglement. Once Manabu has pressed his lips to his face, Ryunosuke wraps his arms around his neck, pulling him ever closer. His whole body longs for the skin on skin contact, aching for more when Manabu shifts against him.
He moans at the first roll of hips, arching his back up, nails digging into skin at the contact. He doesn't hesitate to chase after pleasure as he rocks his hips up in return.]
Ah-[He gasps against him, licking at his lips. How much better would the friction be if they weren't still wearing their slacks?]
[ain't that the truth; there's a point where it's more a hindrance than any kind of enjoyable torment, and by that point Manabu pushes himself up, shivering, panting, and rather addled by all the sensation at play.]
May I... [he shifts his balance to one arm so the other hand can move down Ryunosuke's side, to his waistband.] Can we? Get rid of these?
Yes! [He says a little too enthusiastically, but the point still stands. He wants his pants off so they can continue with what they're doing.]
Yes, please. [He says again, to drive the point home. Biting his lip as he watches him, shifting his hips a bit to emphasize that he really wants out of his trousers. They were rather uncomfortably tight, after all.]
[not even a beat is wasted on worry, and thank goodness for that - it's definitely not necessary. Manabu shifts how he sits so he can set to the task without thinking too hard on it, which is...honestly the best way he knows how to operate. brain cells? in this economy???
problem with that is that he absolutely forgets about his own clothes while he gets busy with unfastening and pulling down Ryunosuke's pants; he needs reminding for that bit, but he can take care of that with just a bit of sheepish fussing.
but it's true: this is a lot better now that clothes are cast aside. getting back into things comes with an extra layer of thrill and pleasure that's a no-brainer to indulge. and...it's not just him, right? Ryunosuke feels it too, right? there's no way he can't, not when Manabu bears back down on him, dispelling the chill that came from separating.]
[He nearly whines at the loss but instead is immediately relieved once his trousers are removed and cast aside. He very nearly tries to cover himself up but he can't help but look up at Manabu, face flushed and nerves on full display. This was really happening, he thinks again before gently gesturing to Manabu's own clothing. Once that's removed, he dares to take a glance, and maybe his face gets a little redder.
His nerves are dispelled as Manabu is back on him - the heat and warmth returning. His heart beats in his ears as he leans up and captures his lips in a searing kiss. He has never thought too hard about if he ever would get to this stage with anyone, and now here he was.
He definitely feels it too.
Ryunosuke rocks his hips up, chasing after the friction from earlier now that he was no longer hindered by clothing, and groans against his lips. The slide of skin on skin was glorious, sending little shocks of pleasure up his spine. He doesn't want to move too quickly, but he also can't help but move.]
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Date: 2022-08-09 12:09 am (UTC)He breaks their kiss just for a moment, a second to catch his breath before he's back on Manabu's lips, chasing after the heat.]
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Date: 2022-08-09 12:17 am (UTC)no one makes me feel the way you do, he thinks, wishing to convey it somehow in a way that's clear (that doesn't require words, because he's busy).
his mouth parts without a thought, yearning for Ryunosuke's tongue. they've kissed in such a way before with...mixed success and levels of awkward on each other's behalf, but there's a mutual assurance in this moment that banishes apprehension faster than Manabu can think it up. he's thinking more about the feel of Ryunosuke's back - how deceptively strong he is, despite his gentle demeanor. he's getting that feeling - the one he'd get in watching Ryunosuke at shooting practice, with the way the muscles of his arms flexed and relaxed with the drawing of a bow...
he's sure he better reel it in or he's going to have to apologize for some downstairs situations pretty soon.]
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Date: 2022-08-09 11:01 am (UTC)Could his heart beat any faster?
He pushes one hand up into Manabu's hair, carefully running his fingers through before he gently grips the ends of them. Despite his confidence in their relationship, he's still unsure what he can do. He wants to touch, wants to explore more intimately - things he isn't certain how to express with words, but he's trying to do so through his actions. With his free hand he rests it on Manabu's shoulder, briefly, then moves down to touch his chest tentatively.
Nerves were getting to him, the feeling of being unsure if this was wanted welling up inside of him. It didn't seem warranted, that it was mutual longing, but never the less his nerves are frayed and waiting for the line to be drawn.]
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Date: 2022-08-09 11:13 am (UTC)Ryuu... Can I... Can we-? [scattershot attempts at trying to convey scattershot thoughts too wrapped up in feeling - he should apologize for that, too, huh?]
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Date: 2022-08-09 11:43 am (UTC)Yes. [He breathes out, taking a moment to look over Manabu. Whatever his question was, he was hoping that he longed for the same. To be closer, to be intimate, to see where this rabbit hole would go with the two of them. He runs his other hand down his chest, down his abs and stomach to the waistband of his trousers.] Is this... this is what you mean, right?
[He's second guessing his actions, but he wants to be damn certain that Manabu wants him to go further.]
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Date: 2022-08-09 12:00 pm (UTC)Y-yeah, I-- [he stops, blinks, blinks again with more lucidity, and stares for a beat, his gaze trailed up a bit.
hey so what happens when you're rubbing up on a guy full of latent electricity?]
Hh, holy crap...your hair... [his mouth twitches, a sound stuck in his throat. do not laugh at dumb shit, you dumb shit. it's rude!!!]
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Date: 2022-08-09 12:17 pm (UTC)My.... hair? [He seems genuinely confused for a moment, untangling himself from Manabu just to investigate when he feels that his hair is standing up on end. He laughs. Ryunosuke feels like he should have seen this coming considering, but he didn't, and his laughter is unbridled and bright.
He recovers enough to reach out and kiss Manabu again, deeply, passionately.]
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Date: 2022-08-09 12:34 pm (UTC)heart pounding wild, stomach doing somersaults, skin a-tingle...all because of this generous and kind man. Manabu can't help the emotive whimper against his mouth as his touch compels him. the tangle of a discarded robe threatening to trip him up keeps him from stepping in too far too fast, but it does bring with it a sense of space.
the futon's right there.]
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Date: 2022-08-10 08:24 pm (UTC)Wanting to get closer means tripping on the discarded robe as it gets tangled in his feet. He stumbles into Manabu, glad to catch himself against him rather than just falling over. He looks at Manabu, a little embarrassed that he's stumbled to begin with, but he might as well take it as a sign.]
Sorry- [He starts, then stops.Then starts again with-] Why don't we lay down?
[Why don't they do a lot of things? If they at least lay down they won't run the risk of tripping over the robe again.]
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Date: 2022-08-10 08:47 pm (UTC)once he's gulped his heart back down his throat he can process the suggestion...and feel his heart try and jump right back out again. lay down...down with--]
Mn. Yeah. [that means relaxing his grip on Ryunosuke's waist. that means arms will have to unwind from around his shoulders. it's a tough bargain in some sense, but they part soon enough - and only just enough to sit down without any further stumbling.
there's a point in that transition where Manabu, already sitting, can look up and see Ryunosuke above him, barechested and silhouetted by the low lamplight in the room, and the sight steals his breath and makes him ache.]
You're... [...what? what word fits there? Manabu Yuuki is not well-read enough for this!] You look...really nice...
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Date: 2022-08-11 01:01 am (UTC)Yeah? [He chuckles lightly, then leans forward to kiss his lips again.] So do you.
[Because he'd be lying to himself if he didn't find Manabu attractive. He was handsome and sweet, and while he can be a bit high-strung, Rynosuke finds that he doesn't mind it. He enjoys his time with him, even if it's sporadic and unpredictable. Even when Manabu works himself silly, he knows that he'll still try and carve our time for them to spend together. It's that sort of care and thought that makes his heart ache in a good way.]
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Date: 2022-08-11 01:39 pm (UTC)he scoots in, eager to keep close and enjoy the little thrills of sensation wherever skin touches skin, eager to give Ryunosuke's hands room to roam and surprise him repeatedly when those thrills rise to the surface. touching in turn is...well, he's a bit wary of himself, but mirroring movement does come up eventually, once a ginger grazing of fingertips can become a press of the palm.
somehow, despite being warm all over, Manabu still finds cause to shiver. it's a nice feeling, though.]
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Date: 2022-08-17 11:25 am (UTC)Ryunosuke, on the other hand, is also trying to tell himself to calm down. He's definitely aroused, definitely enjoying the attention that he's receiving but he doesn't want this to end, doesn't want it to move too fast. There's a slight gasp when fingers become the press of a palm, and he wonders how far this will go before they both reach their end.]
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Date: 2022-08-17 12:15 pm (UTC)[there's a point eventually where even getting so lost in the moment can't keep certain things from cropping up, namely...that they're getting far past that threshold where Manabu would normally balk, stutter his apologies, and hasten to leave to cool off or take care of matters himself.
not this time, though. no running away. only... what the heck does he do?! Manabu "thinks about baseball and space during sex ed class" Yuuki isn't running away, but he is running a bit blind.
it's the same for Ryunosuke too though, isn't it? he's made it clear before, not having dated a man. good to have some common ground there, but...]
I should've... Studied a bit. I think. [not the most romantic thing to go on about amidst a makeout, but hey.]
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Date: 2022-08-25 10:28 pm (UTC)[It's a fair question, because how does one study? Sure he could look at some of the more risque art depicting sex acts but it wasn't like it was a how-to book. He doesn't stop smiling as he moves a bit closer, hand resting on Manabu's thigh. He just wants to be closer to Manabu however he could get right then.]
I think it's just trial and error. [He says quietly, moving to kiss his lips again.] Just...do what makes you feel good?
[Maybe he really should think about it more.]
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Date: 2022-08-25 10:44 pm (UTC)do what...makes him feel good. he hardly has to do anything, does he? when just kisses and the pressure of a hand does so much. there's more than that? but what about--]
--you, though... [he utters the thought aloud, but only in part, only when there was enough means to. he turns his head slightly away just for the chance to follow that train of thought.] Whatever can make you happy, or--or feel good... That's what I want. [he sits up out of the slight slouch he'd gotten comfortable in to meet Ryunosuke more in the middle, so he doesn't have to rest his weight on a hand. that frees it up to reach over to Ryu's waist.]
That's really what I want here, you know...! So--so tell me. Whatever you want, just tell me, okay?
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Date: 2022-08-28 07:20 pm (UTC)What I want is you. [He rubs his thumbs under his eyes.] You make me happy... [He shifts slightly, slacks tight and a little uncomfortable.] And if you couldn't tell, you make me feel good.
[He made him feel... were there any words to describe it? He made him feel lighter than air, made him feel like his heart would burst from his chest as it raced. There are a thousand words he could use to describe what he feels and they all die on his tongue when he's attempted to put thought to page. Ryunosuke was typically good at expressing himself (sometimes to his detriment) but Manabu often made him tongue-tied.]
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Date: 2022-08-28 07:40 pm (UTC)each kiss and affirmative sound emboldens getting closer, sitting up on his knees to press in, and gradually lead Ryunosuke down on his back.
between breathes:] This--okay--? [with him on top, chest-to-chest, hip-to-hip.]
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Date: 2022-08-28 09:10 pm (UTC)Yeah. This is okay. [He reaches up to cautiously touch his cheek.] You all right?
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Date: 2022-08-28 09:18 pm (UTC)the touch wakes him up from that little spell, prompting him to blink and swallow.]
Mn. Yeah. [he tilts his head into the hand, closing his eyes for a beat before turning his head to kiss at his palm - the start of a little train of kisses back to Ryunosuke’s face. there’s some shifting to keep from smothering him, but the skin-to-skin contact is exhilarating - each brush sending delightful signals up his body.
it’s all he can do to fight rolling his hips against Ryunosuke’s, so after a point he just…doesn’t. and the reward is thrilling torment - that friction eliciting a groan and a shiver, vaporless steam rising off his back.]
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Date: 2022-08-30 11:59 pm (UTC)He moans at the first roll of hips, arching his back up, nails digging into skin at the contact. He doesn't hesitate to chase after pleasure as he rocks his hips up in return.]
Ah-[He gasps against him, licking at his lips. How much better would the friction be if they weren't still wearing their slacks?]
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Date: 2022-08-31 12:45 am (UTC)May I... [he shifts his balance to one arm so the other hand can move down Ryunosuke's side, to his waistband.] Can we? Get rid of these?
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Date: 2022-08-31 01:01 am (UTC)Yes, please. [He says again, to drive the point home. Biting his lip as he watches him, shifting his hips a bit to emphasize that he really wants out of his trousers. They were rather uncomfortably tight, after all.]
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Date: 2022-08-31 01:33 am (UTC)[not even a beat is wasted on worry, and thank goodness for that - it's definitely not necessary. Manabu shifts how he sits so he can set to the task without thinking too hard on it, which is...honestly the best way he knows how to operate. brain cells? in this economy???
problem with that is that he absolutely forgets about his own clothes while he gets busy with unfastening and pulling down Ryunosuke's pants; he needs reminding for that bit, but he can take care of that with just a bit of sheepish fussing.
but it's true: this is a lot better now that clothes are cast aside. getting back into things comes with an extra layer of thrill and pleasure that's a no-brainer to indulge. and...it's not just him, right? Ryunosuke feels it too, right? there's no way he can't, not when Manabu bears back down on him, dispelling the chill that came from separating.]
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Date: 2022-09-04 05:16 pm (UTC)His nerves are dispelled as Manabu is back on him - the heat and warmth returning. His heart beats in his ears as he leans up and captures his lips in a searing kiss. He has never thought too hard about if he ever would get to this stage with anyone, and now here he was.
He definitely feels it too.
Ryunosuke rocks his hips up, chasing after the friction from earlier now that he was no longer hindered by clothing, and groans against his lips. The slide of skin on skin was glorious, sending little shocks of pleasure up his spine. He doesn't want to move too quickly, but he also can't help but move.]
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