[ The combination of the sudden feeling of her lips on his once more combined with her tugging on the zipper of his uniform immediately makes a surge of.. well, Mamoru doesn't quite know what it is, but it sure makes something surge through him. Her kiss seems to have a distinct sort of flavor to it that he didn't think kisses would have - maybe it's a taste that belongs only to Kiraki, even though he doesn't exactly have comparison material (and is plenty fine with not having any, honestly).
It all feels a little overwhelming, but there's something so soft and gentle and genuine about her movements and the touch of her lips that he can't exactly reject any of it. It feels nice. Kiraki may be a lot like a waterfall that suddenly crashes down on you (she always has been, really, not even just in this aspect), but it's a very nice and warm kind of water, he thinks. It's why his lips easily start to move along to hers, and he lets her hand do what it wants to his uniform, closing his eyes.
His own hand wanders a moment later to find her zipper as well - just letting her do this and doing nothing in return is something Mamoru would never be able to let himself live with. But since he's still trying to focus on the kiss with his eyes closed, his hand definitely ghosts right across her breast over her uniform for a moment, making the blush on his cheeks flare up once more before he finally manages to latch onto the zipper itself.
That totally wasn't awkward, okay. He's a pro at this, clearly. (A lot of genuinity goes into it, though.) ]
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It all feels a little overwhelming, but there's something so soft and gentle and genuine about her movements and the touch of her lips that he can't exactly reject any of it. It feels nice. Kiraki may be a lot like a waterfall that suddenly crashes down on you (she always has been, really, not even just in this aspect), but it's a very nice and warm kind of water, he thinks. It's why his lips easily start to move along to hers, and he lets her hand do what it wants to his uniform, closing his eyes.
His own hand wanders a moment later to find her zipper as well - just letting her do this and doing nothing in return is something Mamoru would never be able to let himself live with. But since he's still trying to focus on the kiss with his eyes closed, his hand definitely ghosts right across her breast over her uniform for a moment, making the blush on his cheeks flare up once more before he finally manages to latch onto the zipper itself.
That totally wasn't awkward, okay. He's a pro at this, clearly. (A lot of genuinity goes into it, though.) ]