[ His thoughts, where they are coherent, are the exact opposite. She’s so pretty. She tastes good. She feels just right… I like her so much. The urgency in his kiss only heightens every time their lips meet; he is reluctant to let go of her for even a second. But he does finally dislodge, reaching out to help her peel off her clothes, wanting them out of the way as quickly as possible.
It isn’t the first time he’s seen her without clothing. It is, however, the first time they’ve been in such an intimate position—a flush crawls across his skin and his chest aches, filled with cotton and a furiously beating heart. As she moves over him and kisses along his scars his hands slide to the back clasp of her bra to unhook, tugging the straps over and down her shoulders to toss way the last piece between them.
Long dark hair falls over her pale shoulders, captivating. The way she moves when sliding her lips along his chest—breath catches in his throat and sweat breaks along his hairline. Each kiss earns a huff of air; Genya combs his fingers through her wavy locks, brushing strands away from her face so that he can see her clearly.
Eyelashes flutter as he exhales a wanting: ]
Rin.
[ That’s her only warning before he rolls them, shifting their weight so that he can rest on top and wedge his legs between hers. One hand grabs, searching, finding hers to thread their fingers and bring them palm to palm. He squeezes her hand before bowing to press their lips together again, murmuring against them. ]
no subject
It isn’t the first time he’s seen her without clothing. It is, however, the first time they’ve been in such an intimate position—a flush crawls across his skin and his chest aches, filled with cotton and a furiously beating heart. As she moves over him and kisses along his scars his hands slide to the back clasp of her bra to unhook, tugging the straps over and down her shoulders to toss way the last piece between them.
Long dark hair falls over her pale shoulders, captivating. The way she moves when sliding her lips along his chest—breath catches in his throat and sweat breaks along his hairline. Each kiss earns a huff of air; Genya combs his fingers through her wavy locks, brushing strands away from her face so that he can see her clearly.
Eyelashes flutter as he exhales a wanting: ]
Rin.
[ That’s her only warning before he rolls them, shifting their weight so that he can rest on top and wedge his legs between hers. One hand grabs, searching, finding hers to thread their fingers and bring them palm to palm. He squeezes her hand before bowing to press their lips together again, murmuring against them. ]
You’re beautiful…