[Any other point in time he wants himself in control. Not here though, not with her. It's a safe place to let go and get lost amid the soft touches and kisses. He doesn't concern himself with losing control so much as giving it away to the moment with her. It's intoxicating, more than the bottle's contents that's slipped from his hand to the floor. The weighted bottom prevents it from falling over, nothing lost but an object once in his hand.
He's fine with losing it seeing how something better tasting is at his lips. The additional weight in his lap opens his eyes from their narrow state, both hands reaching for her shoulder blades. Heat is rising, the metaphorical sort that dwells in his chest and stomach when it's been too long since touching; a feeling that's become commonplace because it's always too long.
Then she moans, a soft release, and everything takes on a new tint. How her cheeks are flush and the weak laugh feeding the notion right along. They've been here before, emotions taking over and losing each other in the other; but it's never really gotten too far. He dismisses it and answers low from his throat.]
Then it's good it rained. Otherwise I wouldn't have gotten you like this.
[He brings his lips back with a bated breath and faded pink cheeks. Blood and thoughts are circulating at a rapid speed, ones he's unable to brush off the more she stays on him and meets his lips.]
Naoto... we're moving... fast. [It's not opposed, yet it's new to come to this point this sudden.] It's good, really good. I've missed this, missed you.
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Date: 2016-02-02 12:55 am (UTC)From:He's fine with losing it seeing how something better tasting is at his lips. The additional weight in his lap opens his eyes from their narrow state, both hands reaching for her shoulder blades. Heat is rising, the metaphorical sort that dwells in his chest and stomach when it's been too long since touching; a feeling that's become commonplace because it's always too long.
Then she moans, a soft release, and everything takes on a new tint. How her cheeks are flush and the weak laugh feeding the notion right along. They've been here before, emotions taking over and losing each other in the other; but it's never really gotten too far. He dismisses it and answers low from his throat.]
Then it's good it rained. Otherwise I wouldn't have gotten you like this.
[He brings his lips back with a bated breath and faded pink cheeks. Blood and thoughts are circulating at a rapid speed, ones he's unable to brush off the more she stays on him and meets his lips.]
Naoto... we're moving... fast. [It's not opposed, yet it's new to come to this point this sudden.] It's good, really good. I've missed this, missed you.