[He never gets tired of kissing her. And there's a part of him that'll roll that thought over in his mind, later -- the cautious part of him that still lingers, still reminds him that all of this is temporary. Don't get too attached. It's dangerous to get too involved. Yu isn't thinking about any of that right now, he's not thinking about anything beyond the warmth of her lips, her body pressed against his--
... and then she's stripping away her top, and he's not thinking about anything at all.
If Mitsuru's aim is to get him worked up, it's working spectacularly; his usual composure fractures inch by inch, crumbling by the second, leaving flushed cheeks and shallow breaths. There's an intensity to his expression, pupils darkening, as he takes her in, eyes tracing over the lines of her curves, watching her movements as she strips down to only undergarments.]
Mitsuru--
[--is the sole thought occupying his thoughts, right now. He's so turned on he can barely breathe, already straining against his slacks, but part of him thinks that if he doesn't touch her right now he is going to lose his mind, and that wins out over everything else. So one hand pulls her closer by the waist, close enough to seek out another kiss, as the other grazes along her hip, traces the soft flesh of her thigh, outer to inner.]
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... and then she's stripping away her top, and he's not thinking about anything at all.
If Mitsuru's aim is to get him worked up, it's working spectacularly; his usual composure fractures inch by inch, crumbling by the second, leaving flushed cheeks and shallow breaths. There's an intensity to his expression, pupils darkening, as he takes her in, eyes tracing over the lines of her curves, watching her movements as she strips down to only undergarments.]
Mitsuru--
[--is the sole thought occupying his thoughts, right now. He's so turned on he can barely breathe, already straining against his slacks, but part of him thinks that if he doesn't touch her right now he is going to lose his mind, and that wins out over everything else. So one hand pulls her closer by the waist, close enough to seek out another kiss, as the other grazes along her hip, traces the soft flesh of her thigh, outer to inner.]