ic; i knew you when our common goal was waiting for the world to end

[entreats]

( GET IN THE CAR LOSER WE'RE DOING THIS MEME )

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[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.]

[entreats]

[ As much as she enjoys this, there's something about the question being cut off like that that bugs her. Not that she really blames him - he's looking so very red, and Ange is entirely sure that she's looking exactly the same. If she were to say anything particularly important now, she'd probably stumble over her words too. It's the very reason she's not doing it to begin with.

But he did begin with it and then cut himself off and.. well, of course it annoys her. She wants to know what he's saying, and the fact that his lips are back against the skin of her neck doesn't help. It's a momentary distraction, but rather than fully distract her it just delays the inevitable as a soft sound escapes her mouth. There's something about that feeling of teeth scraping against her skin lightly that feels so good, and for a moment she's tempted to drop the matter.

But that wouldn't be like her. She's stubborn, she's curious, even in this situation. So after a few moments of him planting his lips on her throat, her free hand grabs onto his collar, tugging a little on there to grab his attention. ]

How much.. what? [ She can't sound very threatening though, as out of breath as she is, but she sure is trying. ] At least finish your sentence, moron..

[ The only people who would call the person making out with them an idiot, really. ]

[viciouscycles]

[It's probably cowardly, he thinks for a moment, to be speaking more or less into her neck instead of directly at her. He doesn't like the idea of it but when his head is as clouded with anticipation and hormones as it is right now he can tolerate it for the time being.

It's not so much speaking into her ear as quietly speaking right next to it when he does talk, having finally been tugged around enough by her to stop his firm, eager kisses into the skin of her neck. Not that he exactly minds, discomfort around bringing up the topic again notwithstanding, because she's still standing up to him even while all of this is going on between them. In theory, the move probably sounds smooth. In actuality, the delivery (his voice) is grumbled, shaky and breathless.]

...You don't get it? How much-- Tch, how far do you wanna, you know, go?

[How awkward that question was, in both content and execution on his part (especially when she's being forward on all fronts by continuing to tug him around like this despite being just as mentally occupied as him), only hits him a moment after he's gone back to kissing- and at this point lightly pressing his teeth into her skin every other kiss with just enough pressure before it starts leaving a mark. He physically recoils from the "shit, I fucked saying that up" that crosses his mind, his teeth pressing in just a little as a result.

But he said it, so he's going to commit; no backing down from the guy who's life philosophy is to move forward into unknown territory. Even with his complete lack of experience and resulting reliance on hormones and bravery to continue on, he knows they're moving very, very fast here- not that he minds in the slightest or regrets any of it; the desire to continue onward would outweigh any hesitancy in the end. But even in this hazed and addled state he remembers her outburst from before to the suggestion of any of this and the last thing he wants is to have her reacting like that again (even if the circumstances are much different now). Better ask, before his hands, say, snake lower or further up.

Easy, boy.]