[Even if Arakita didn't naturally pick up on body language, the way her breath hitches like that and the tensing of her muscles beneath her skin tells him everything he wanted to know. Before, the cloud of nervousness hanging over him was blocking instinct, and the possibility of Completely Fucking This Up seemed to be trailing behind every motion he made.
But she liked it, even if it wasn't smooth or graceful. She actually likes this- all of this. He's doing this right on both counts, because this, the kissing and that hand in his hair, feels really good- really, really good. So this is kissing, this is being actually close to the person you like, feeling them under your hands and making out with them until you're senseless without giving a damn about who could be seeing you right now.
It's not the full floodgates that are opening now, but Arakita definitely lets his gut instinct back into it's rightful place of dictating what he does here. He doesn't hold back a quiet, pleased murmur in between kisses when he feels fingers pushing apart his hair... nor is the catch in his breath hidden in the slightest when that same hand tightens its grip around the strands.
...Shit, does this feeling have him thinking weird shit, his gut telling him to push forward into those impulsive thoughts. She's digging fingers into his hair with the intent to pull and he realizes that he doesn't mind the idea of it at all, as the thought of it crosses his racing mind briefly. It's both a leash for those impulsive desires and a signal for him to make his move in this embarrassed competition they have going here. Contradictory, but he'll roll with it. He likes it that way; it's true to his nature.
Hands just resting around her waist suddenly aren't enough now. Instead, they wrap around her body to pull her close to him- the distance between their chests is reduced from inches to more or less pressing together. Without missing a beat while fully being aware that maybe taking two steps ahead is pushing it, he tilts his head and opens his mouth into the kiss to deepen it in what he's heard (and, well, seen, a lot of what he's doing is from what he's seen) feels even better than keeping their kiss on the surface.
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But she liked it, even if it wasn't smooth or graceful. She actually likes this- all of this. He's doing this right on both counts, because this, the kissing and that hand in his hair, feels really good- really, really good. So this is kissing, this is being actually close to the person you like, feeling them under your hands and making out with them until you're senseless without giving a damn about who could be seeing you right now.
It's not the full floodgates that are opening now, but Arakita definitely lets his gut instinct back into it's rightful place of dictating what he does here. He doesn't hold back a quiet, pleased murmur in between kisses when he feels fingers pushing apart his hair... nor is the catch in his breath hidden in the slightest when that same hand tightens its grip around the strands.
...Shit, does this feeling have him thinking weird shit, his gut telling him to push forward into those impulsive thoughts. She's digging fingers into his hair with the intent to pull and he realizes that he doesn't mind the idea of it at all, as the thought of it crosses his racing mind briefly. It's both a leash for those impulsive desires and a signal for him to make his move in this embarrassed competition they have going here. Contradictory, but he'll roll with it. He likes it that way; it's true to his nature.
Hands just resting around her waist suddenly aren't enough now. Instead, they wrap around her body to pull her close to him- the distance between their chests is reduced from inches to more or less pressing together. Without missing a beat while fully being aware that maybe taking two steps ahead is pushing it, he tilts his head and opens his mouth into the kiss to deepen it in what he's heard (and, well, seen, a lot of what he's doing is from what he's seen) feels even better than keeping their kiss on the surface.
...It immediately works for him, at least.]