๐พ แดแดษดแดแดแดสแดsสษช "bf moments on tap" sสแดแด (
dissimilar) wrote2022-09-10 11:07 am
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with the lingering effects of his senses being kicked into a bright, dizzying tailspin, the kiss that follows is enough to get him off his balance and reverse their positions. it feels good. the breath that fills his lungs when he inhales through his nose is warm and sweet; her smile gets into his mouth. even as he's getting put on the small of his back, his legs lock and his core strength strains through muscle years in the making, spine curved to keep him vertical enough to draw the kiss out for one more moment.
it's enough to sink his long eye teeth into her bottom lip, giving the kiss a depth, a beckoning scrape. two can play that game.
and you can thank a certain skinny twink that he's a quick study. ]
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Taking advantages where you can find them is a sound, completely valid strategy, as far as Kate's concerned. It just so happened that this was the opening he left, and as momentum carries her up and over, Kate's fingers find Shou's shoulder, digging in to keep her balanced in the movement. But teeth graze her lip and that grasp falters โ briefly, but noticeably enough โ as her breath stutters and a noise catches in her throat.
That felt good. And it only encourages her to follow his mouth, lips parting as her hips settle over his and her other hand finds dark hair and curls into it.
This is a very different kind of warfare now. One that allows both parties to win. )
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his demeanor has always been aloof and neutral, but there's something about him that soaks in closeness when it's given to him. lacking timidity, he surges quietly into the kiss, tongue slipping against hers with shallow force that still doesn't want to be bested.
not completely, anyway.
he doesn't stay there long, breaking the kiss to lean back and give some of his weight to her, head canting into the hand in his hair. his gaze steadies, cool in spite of the warmth gripping his body, the thin sheen of sweat on his brow and temples. his lashes are low for a moment until he glances upwards. ]
Was that the outcome you wanted?
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That touch. It doesn't startle her the same way it might have a couple of months ago, though her cheek heats up under his fingers as their tongues meet, curious in their exploration. Her weight shifts in his lap, just a little, as she leans in further, seeking out unfamiliar parts of him with her hand and mouth.
Until he pulls back, and earns himself a little huff. A moment of frustration as something nice is taken away in place of a question that, really, only has one obvious answer.
She never was subtle about thinking he's hot. )
Almost.
( In her fantasies, they're both wearing far less clothing. )