[Having been so focused on getting the exact motion of opening his mouth just slightly, just how close they are now and the sudden extra warmth between them doesn't register until after he's processed how good it felt to have her reciprocate his motion. His grip tightens around it and he doesn't restrain his own exhale of pleasure when he feels it.
Moreover, given how he's made of hard angle and bony muscle, it somewhat surprises him in his foggy state of mind that the feeling of her chest against his isn't as uncomfortable as it could be were she like him in that regard. Instead, it's very soft and warm, because-- oh. Oh.
Hopefully they're not close enough for Ange to feel Arakita's heartbeat spike up to about 30 more beats per minute (unlikely).
He's eager and willing without reservations at this point, yes, but that doesn't translate to being skilled or practiced. So for as much as the feeling of her lips (open lips), chest pressed up against him and those very pleasing noises coming from in between their lips are distracting him (and they are very, very distracting, mind you, his blood can't decide if it needs to rush to his brain, heart or elsewhere), the need for air outweighs all of it. Breathing from his nose is not a technique he's mastered just yet.
Disconnecting their lips reluctantly, he immediately finds himself staring at her with what's probably a very anticipatory stare in addition to remaining that lovely tomato color he's been sporting since the first kiss between them. Before speaking he swallows hard.]
How much do-
[What was clearly going to be a question is cut off suddenly and he averts his stare while furrowing his eyebrows. Whatever it was is transformed into a mumble under his breath, and to "seal" the issue, he diverts the use of his mouth to back on her neck and kisses it with much more firmness than the last, teeth occasionally skating over her skin and "threatening" to press in.
...Then again, if he really to avoid talking, he should have kissed her in such a way where she couldn't talk.]
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Moreover, given how he's made of hard angle and bony muscle, it somewhat surprises him in his foggy state of mind that the feeling of her chest against his isn't as uncomfortable as it could be were she like him in that regard. Instead, it's very soft and warm, because-- oh. Oh.
Hopefully they're not close enough for Ange to feel Arakita's heartbeat spike up to about 30 more beats per minute (unlikely).
He's eager and willing without reservations at this point, yes, but that doesn't translate to being skilled or practiced. So for as much as the feeling of her lips (open lips), chest pressed up against him and those very pleasing noises coming from in between their lips are distracting him (and they are very, very distracting, mind you, his blood can't decide if it needs to rush to his brain, heart or elsewhere), the need for air outweighs all of it. Breathing from his nose is not a technique he's mastered just yet.
Disconnecting their lips reluctantly, he immediately finds himself staring at her with what's probably a very anticipatory stare in addition to remaining that lovely tomato color he's been sporting since the first kiss between them. Before speaking he swallows hard.]
How much do-
[What was clearly going to be a question is cut off suddenly and he averts his stare while furrowing his eyebrows. Whatever it was is transformed into a mumble under his breath, and to "seal" the issue, he diverts the use of his mouth to back on her neck and kisses it with much more firmness than the last, teeth occasionally skating over her skin and "threatening" to press in.
...Then again, if he really to avoid talking, he should have kissed her in such a way where she couldn't talk.]