[He loves her kisses. Is utterly addicted to them. Lives off of the different tastes they each have. And the sound he rumbles down into her is both please - and hungry.]
Hold on.
[He pulls back, away from her tug and his eyes move over her, laying on his bed, lips well kissed, hair all around, all slender limbs and flower print star fabric. He wants to memorize this, wants to be able to call it back to mind perfectly each time he wants to. But he's also not waiting. He only pulls away long enough to unknot his yukata and shrug it off, letting it fall to the side of the bed, muscles moving as he leans back over her again, eyes watching. Beyond a pair of boxer briefs that was all he had been wearing and he leans in for another kiss, waiting to see if she's still comfortable, if she's still sure for he settles over her completely.]
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Hold on.
[He pulls back, away from her tug and his eyes move over her, laying on his bed, lips well kissed, hair all around, all slender limbs and flower print star fabric. He wants to memorize this, wants to be able to call it back to mind perfectly each time he wants to. But he's also not waiting. He only pulls away long enough to unknot his yukata and shrug it off, letting it fall to the side of the bed, muscles moving as he leans back over her again, eyes watching. Beyond a pair of boxer briefs that was all he had been wearing and he leans in for another kiss, waiting to see if she's still comfortable, if she's still sure for he settles over her completely.]