I don't like lip gloss. ( he says, matter-of-fact, lips turned up into a grin, but that attitude is easily wiped away in the face of her boldness. ) It's...
( her arm moves in, wrapping around his middle, and despite the fact that he could easily put her off, given his height, his weight, he lets his heels skid forward, making little indents in the carpet as he's reeled closer like a fish on a hook. it's true, they've never gotten this far before: or at least, the two of them haven't, and he doesn't want to think about suguru, doesn't want to let that thought land. of course, it does anyway, because has shouko kissed him? have they messed around behind his back? kept secrets from him, like that?
his head throbs a little, like the spade at his temple is pulsing; his lips purse together, trying to fight off the feeling. )
...sticky. ( he finally finishes, a little absently. his gaze goes from the cigarette, to her mouth, then back to the cigarette again--and he huffs a breath, inhaling more of his ego to keep them steady.
one of his hands lifts, long fingers that take her by the chin, tipping her up towards him; his shoulders hunch, back bent forward to mitigate the height difference between them. there's a dart of curiosity, as he looks at her up close; it's almost like he's trying to decide if she's really letting him do this, but without waiting, he leans in, a soft lap of his tongue down over her lower lip, caught at the opposite corner.
normally he'd push it a little more: but he doesn't think she'd appreciate having his tongue in her mouth so soon, which is why he hunches back a moment, like a dog waiting to be scolded. )
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( her arm moves in, wrapping around his middle, and despite the fact that he could easily put her off, given his height, his weight, he lets his heels skid forward, making little indents in the carpet as he's reeled closer like a fish on a hook. it's true, they've never gotten this far before: or at least, the two of them haven't, and he doesn't want to think about suguru, doesn't want to let that thought land. of course, it does anyway, because has shouko kissed him? have they messed around behind his back? kept secrets from him, like that?
his head throbs a little, like the spade at his temple is pulsing; his lips purse together, trying to fight off the feeling. )
...sticky. ( he finally finishes, a little absently. his gaze goes from the cigarette, to her mouth, then back to the cigarette again--and he huffs a breath, inhaling more of his ego to keep them steady.
one of his hands lifts, long fingers that take her by the chin, tipping her up towards him; his shoulders hunch, back bent forward to mitigate the height difference between them. there's a dart of curiosity, as he looks at her up close; it's almost like he's trying to decide if she's really letting him do this, but without waiting, he leans in, a soft lap of his tongue down over her lower lip, caught at the opposite corner.
normally he'd push it a little more: but he doesn't think she'd appreciate having his tongue in her mouth so soon, which is why he hunches back a moment, like a dog waiting to be scolded. )