[ For one usually so aloof and hard to read, Mitsuru's eyes can't help but widen as she takes him in now that he's naked. She'd expected something good of course, but he's... well, big. The realisation sends new butterflies of excitement, nerves and anticipation fluttering in her chest. She's still worked up, anxious to experience more of him.
She looks him up and down for a moment, as if sizing him up. Then, with a gentle teasing tone to her voice: ]
It will do.
[ It will more than do.
She smiles, not pausing to see if he's following as she heads in the direction of her bedroom door. ]
[ There was a moment of hesitation there as she assessed him and he wasn't sure exactly if what he was was good enough for her. But then her voice comes, the gentle teasing and he relaxes, letting out a breath as a smile crosses over his face. He's still so achingly hard, still wants to do more with her and being given the privilege of doing so is not something he wants to lose.
So, she says it will do and heads off to her bedroom and he watches after her, swallowing hard before grasping the warming oil in his hand and following, like a lovesick puppy. When they do get to the room, he doesn't really take in much of it, his eyes still fixed on Mitsuru and he'll even wait for her to sit on the bed before following after her and then, hesitantly, sitting next to her. ]
Mitsuru...
[ It feels so strange to be informal with her but he did just make her come so maybe it's fine. ]
I'd, ah, really like to kiss ya.
[ And he looks at her, earnest, as they sit together there next to each other. His fingers curl a little tighter around the bottle of oil while his other hand clutches the sheets next to him. ]
[ She's a little relieved when he's seemingly too focused on her to draw attention to her bedroom- there is always the worry that how luxurious it is might put someone off. Even if she had made a point of not letting the Kirijo staff pick everything now that she had her own apartment. The way he watches and then follow her, everything about his manner suggesting devotion... It's more than a little endearing.
Then there's his confession... It makes her smile. ]
Then kiss me.
[ It almost seems ridiculous that they haven't yet- given what he just did to her on that massage table... ]
[ You don't have to tell him twice. He knows he's being almost ridiculous with his need but he doesn't care. Not when it all feels this good and he wants this badly. So, as she smiles back at him and tells him to kiss her, his heart flutters a little and he grins happily. This is what he wants, more than anything.
So, he leans in, slides his free hand across her cheek to caress it gently and then presses his lips to her own, softly, sweetly. It starts as a sweet kiss, that devotion she noticed being poured into it as he works his mouth lightly against her own and shows his affection for her in the best way he knows how.
But then, as they kiss, it'll slowly grow into something more real and solid. He moves his lips against hers with a growing need and sighs softly as their mouths move against each other. The kiss grows deeper then, with Ryuji sliding his tongue softly against her bottom lip, a request for her to part her lips and when she does, he presses in even deeper, licking into her mouth gently and sliding his tongue against hers. ]
[ She can feel that switch, the moment the kiss moves from sweet and soft to something altogether more heated. All sense of restraint and formality had been abandoned the moment he started touching her on that table- really touching her.
Mitsuru is all to eager to part her lips for him, a soft moan between them as their tongues slide together and she presses herself close to him, turning her body where she's sitting to allow it to happen. What she says next is softly worded against his lips, as she reaches to stroke her fingers through his hair. ]
I see you brought the oil with you...?
[ Yes, she'd noticed. And yes, it's said in a questioning tone because she can't help but hope it means he's all to ready to attend to her further. ]
[ In his head, he's picturing her laid out in front of him while he pours the oil over her body, works his hands over her breasts, her sides, her thighs, until she's an aching, moaning mess. That's what he thought he'd do with the oil, that's why he brought it. But now questioned over it, he feels a little fluster as he tries to admit his desires. Even with her fingers stroking gentle through his hair and her encouraging tone, he still finds himself growing shy. ]
I did, yeah...
[ And he's quiet for a moment, his hand gripping hers a little tighter before he lifts their joined hands up and presses a kiss to her knuckles. Sweet, as he looks over them to her face as well and then smiles softly against her skin. He lets their hands drop again and then, finally, admits what he wants. ]
I wasn't... done with you. I want you to lay down on the bed, on your back, so I can take care of your front.
[ The implication is obvious there. He'll use the oil, work her up, and then fuck her. That's his plan, at least. ]
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She looks him up and down for a moment, as if sizing him up. Then, with a gentle teasing tone to her voice: ]
It will do.
[ It will more than do.
She smiles, not pausing to see if he's following as she heads in the direction of her bedroom door. ]
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So, she says it will do and heads off to her bedroom and he watches after her, swallowing hard before grasping the warming oil in his hand and following, like a lovesick puppy. When they do get to the room, he doesn't really take in much of it, his eyes still fixed on Mitsuru and he'll even wait for her to sit on the bed before following after her and then, hesitantly, sitting next to her. ]
Mitsuru...
[ It feels so strange to be informal with her but he did just make her come so maybe it's fine. ]
I'd, ah, really like to kiss ya.
[ And he looks at her, earnest, as they sit together there next to each other. His fingers curl a little tighter around the bottle of oil while his other hand clutches the sheets next to him. ]
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Then there's his confession... It makes her smile. ]
Then kiss me.
[ It almost seems ridiculous that they haven't yet- given what he just did to her on that massage table... ]
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So, he leans in, slides his free hand across her cheek to caress it gently and then presses his lips to her own, softly, sweetly. It starts as a sweet kiss, that devotion she noticed being poured into it as he works his mouth lightly against her own and shows his affection for her in the best way he knows how.
But then, as they kiss, it'll slowly grow into something more real and solid. He moves his lips against hers with a growing need and sighs softly as their mouths move against each other. The kiss grows deeper then, with Ryuji sliding his tongue softly against her bottom lip, a request for her to part her lips and when she does, he presses in even deeper, licking into her mouth gently and sliding his tongue against hers. ]
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Mitsuru is all to eager to part her lips for him, a soft moan between them as their tongues slide together and she presses herself close to him, turning her body where she's sitting to allow it to happen. What she says next is softly worded against his lips, as she reaches to stroke her fingers through his hair. ]
I see you brought the oil with you...?
[ Yes, she'd noticed. And yes, it's said in a questioning tone because she can't help but hope it means he's all to ready to attend to her further. ]
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I did, yeah...
[ And he's quiet for a moment, his hand gripping hers a little tighter before he lifts their joined hands up and presses a kiss to her knuckles. Sweet, as he looks over them to her face as well and then smiles softly against her skin. He lets their hands drop again and then, finally, admits what he wants. ]
I wasn't... done with you. I want you to lay down on the bed, on your back, so I can take care of your front.
[ The implication is obvious there. He'll use the oil, work her up, and then fuck her. That's his plan, at least. ]