[ There's something weird about this. Not bad, definitely not bad, since he can't think of her presence right there, her body heat against his own, as a bad thing. But even so, he can feel more and more blood started to rush to his cheeks - and to other areas, which is the main cause of all of it. Even if it's just an innocent sort of grind right against his crotch, he can still start to feel the most awkward boner forming, and it's not really anything Mamoru is used to.
The way she whispers his name and kisses him again certainly doesn't help it either, even if he kisses her in return as well, their lips moving against each other. He likes it, but it's all going so fast and he's starting to feel more than just a little bit light-headed, the cold floor still pressing hard against his back. The chill seeps right through his uniform, and the moment her lips leave his own again for a moment, he uses the opportunity to softly start to mumble. ]
Kiraki-- Nn, just a second..
[ Just a second to get all his thoughts in row again, to slow this down a little bit before it escalates even further right here on the floor of his room. He doesn't even want to think of Kaito accidentally walking in on it (or any of the others, really, but with that particular case there's about 15 different awkward layers mixed in, some he doesn't even know about).
His hands move to her shoulders for a moment, and then slide down the sides of her arms, indicating that it's not some sort of full on rejection - Mamoru's just delicate, okay, he doesn't know how to deal with this so quickly, and it shows in just how red his cheeks are. ]
Let's get up and talk first, okay..? I mean-- there's a lot.
[ About that time when he found her next to her father's corpse, for one. About all the events after between the two of them. About everything that happened after that, that caused him to end up here - it hasn't even been that long, but it feels like ages, just with how much his life had been turned upside down. ]
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The way she whispers his name and kisses him again certainly doesn't help it either, even if he kisses her in return as well, their lips moving against each other. He likes it, but it's all going so fast and he's starting to feel more than just a little bit light-headed, the cold floor still pressing hard against his back. The chill seeps right through his uniform, and the moment her lips leave his own again for a moment, he uses the opportunity to softly start to mumble. ]
Kiraki-- Nn, just a second..
[ Just a second to get all his thoughts in row again, to slow this down a little bit before it escalates even further right here on the floor of his room. He doesn't even want to think of Kaito accidentally walking in on it (or any of the others, really, but with that particular case there's about 15 different awkward layers mixed in, some he doesn't even know about).
His hands move to her shoulders for a moment, and then slide down the sides of her arms, indicating that it's not some sort of full on rejection - Mamoru's just delicate, okay, he doesn't know how to deal with this so quickly, and it shows in just how red his cheeks are. ]
Let's get up and talk first, okay..? I mean-- there's a lot.
[ About that time when he found her next to her father's corpse, for one. About all the events after between the two of them. About everything that happened after that, that caused him to end up here - it hasn't even been that long, but it feels like ages, just with how much his life had been turned upside down. ]