[ The bed was so inviting to bring her over to already, if only so he could perch his petite girlfriend in his lap as her hands make their purchase upon his shoulders. She's so light to him, but the added weight she places on him as venture boldly. That's all the incentive he needs to ensure Ayaka that what she was feeling and seeing was perfectly fine. Debasing their relationship to just looks was something he never wanted. It's not what made him fall in love with her in the first place, but that wasn't going to stop him from giving her all the attention she deserved on a physical level.
His chest flexes a little beneath her touch, even amidst the thick layers he wears... He can feel her, just a little. But it's the promise of those hands on him directly that sparks the excitement deep in the pit of his stomach all over again. It makes him bolder in turn when she asks him if it's okay to feel this way. To feel warm.
Such an eloquent way of putting the fact that you're so turned on, Kamisato Ayaka... ]
So long as you're okay with knowing you drive me crazy wearing this.
[ It's beautiful on her. But even more beautiful to unravel as he squeezes her ass more assertively. Comparative to his own full garb, her material feels...lighter. Not as many layers. Oh if only he knew what he made her endure just to come here and get to this point... ]
In those novels we've read before... the characters would talk like this, too.
[ Is this what they call talking dirty? Goodness, Ayaka! Who knew you could talk like this...
(this isn't dirty talk at all)
But now though, Ayaka's hands drift lower, fingers already itching to get his clothes off him. She doesn't even bother with his haori, going straight for his obi to loosen it. ]
Are you curious about what's underneath, Cloud?
[ She looks up at him, not at all looking like she made a mistake. Yeah, the haori has to get slipped off first, so her hands make way to his arms, rubbing those biceps for a good few seconds before she slips her thumb underneath the edges of his jacket to push them back and start slipping them down. ] Hehe... it seems I am a bit too eager.
[ She wasn't wrong. But he's already read some material before that was far more...explicit. He didn't think he took pages from their books in the way he's talked to her, but Cloud absolutely had the filthier mouth between the two of them. ...Not gonna lie, the thought's crossed his mind of what it would take to get Ayaka to be a little bolder with her own choice of words.
(in other words, if she already gets him hard as diamonds...than cutting him down with real dirty talk from such sweet lips... 💦)
Cloud only draws back just enough for her to get full access to his obi. He knows the order is wrong; he's practiced dressing himself up and down for her in less elaborate attires in the past. But this was something unique to him, something that he would cherish and adorn any time she liked...and even when she didn't ask it of him. But for now, it also means that he can't keep caressing her as intimately as he means to.
Tut tut, Cloud. It's Valentine's Day. You can't bend the rules too hard now. She's the one taking care of you. ]
What's underneath...? [ His muscles tense appreciatively beneath her slender touch before rolling up beneath the edges of his jacket. Giving a shrug of his shoulders, he stops touching her momentarily to allow her this pleasure. Another layer shed away from the hammering of his heart, his mouth already feeling dry without the taste of her on him. But they have all the time in the world. In their own little world, tucked away from anything and everything that could disturb them. She had her beau in any and every conceivable way she could want him.
He was pliable. Putty. Shapeable for her and an open canvas for her to paint her wildest fantasies upon tonight. Only this painting wouldn't stand idle for her when she wants those strong hands of his back on her. Patience is a virtue, even when his body rolls with a familiar wave of heat as he mulls over her words for another fleeting moment until his breath catches silently. ] Had another surprise waiting for me?
[ He swallows, imagination already running a mile a minute with his gaze appreciative, roaming as he drinks her in, slotted so invitingly close to him as he allows himself to be stripped down just enough for her. Later, he may or may not apologize for not realizing that his change of plans to the end of Valentine's Day had her...braving so little underneath an otherwise beautiful kimono. Whoops.
[ It's such a simple task, yet there is something so meaningful about being the one to peel off Cloud's layers of clothes for him. The month of love, the night they met again after avoiding each other out of fear that they might change the path of where their friendship was going... It was like this, too. The night they watched falling stars and made wishes, the night where they were so honest with one another even if they fumbled with their words, it was like this, too. And as Ayaka proceeds to remove piece by piece of his ensemble, she thinks of those moments.
She really loves doing this for him. It will never become a chore, nor will it ever grow old. ]
There is a reason why I did not wish to come here tonight, Cloud.
[ Because of this surprise... She's going to be stuck with what she's wearing underneath until they buy a new set of underwear, you know. . . He is such a silly beau. And for that, Ayaka pouts at him for a second or two. Can you feel it, Cloud? >:T How embarrassing this is for her, but she does it anyway for you?
Last layer of her present to him... She needs you to shrug the rest of now, Cloud. ]
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Date: 2024-04-13 08:45 pm (UTC)His chest flexes a little beneath her touch, even amidst the thick layers he wears... He can feel her, just a little. But it's the promise of those hands on him directly that sparks the excitement deep in the pit of his stomach all over again. It makes him bolder in turn when she asks him if it's okay to feel this way. To feel warm.
Such an eloquent way of putting the fact that you're so turned on, Kamisato Ayaka... ]
So long as you're okay with knowing you drive me crazy wearing this.
[ It's beautiful on her. But even more beautiful to unravel as he squeezes her ass more assertively. Comparative to his own full garb, her material feels...lighter. Not as many layers. Oh if only he knew what he made her endure just to come here and get to this point... ]
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Date: 2024-04-14 12:35 am (UTC)[ Is this what they call talking dirty? Goodness, Ayaka! Who knew you could talk like this...
(this isn't dirty talk at all)
But now though, Ayaka's hands drift lower, fingers already itching to get his clothes off him. She doesn't even bother with his haori, going straight for his obi to loosen it. ]
Are you curious about what's underneath, Cloud?
[ She looks up at him, not at all looking like she made a mistake. Yeah, the haori has to get slipped off first, so her hands make way to his arms, rubbing those biceps for a good few seconds before she slips her thumb underneath the edges of his jacket to push them back and start slipping them down. ] Hehe... it seems I am a bit too eager.
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Date: 2024-04-14 03:36 am (UTC)[ She wasn't wrong. But he's already read some material before that was far more...explicit. He didn't think he took pages from their books in the way he's talked to her, but Cloud absolutely had the filthier mouth between the two of them. ...Not gonna lie, the thought's crossed his mind of what it would take to get Ayaka to be a little bolder with her own choice of words.
(in other words, if she already gets him hard as diamonds...than cutting him down with real dirty talk from such sweet lips... 💦)
Cloud only draws back just enough for her to get full access to his obi. He knows the order is wrong; he's practiced dressing himself up and down for her in less elaborate attires in the past. But this was something unique to him, something that he would cherish and adorn any time she liked...and even when she didn't ask it of him. But for now, it also means that he can't keep caressing her as intimately as he means to.
Tut tut, Cloud. It's Valentine's Day. You can't bend the rules too hard now. She's the one taking care of you. ]
What's underneath...? [ His muscles tense appreciatively beneath her slender touch before rolling up beneath the edges of his jacket. Giving a shrug of his shoulders, he stops touching her momentarily to allow her this pleasure. Another layer shed away from the hammering of his heart, his mouth already feeling dry without the taste of her on him. But they have all the time in the world. In their own little world, tucked away from anything and everything that could disturb them. She had her beau in any and every conceivable way she could want him.
He was pliable. Putty. Shapeable for her and an open canvas for her to paint her wildest fantasies upon tonight. Only this painting wouldn't stand idle for her when she wants those strong hands of his back on her. Patience is a virtue, even when his body rolls with a familiar wave of heat as he mulls over her words for another fleeting moment until his breath catches silently. ] Had another surprise waiting for me?
[ He swallows, imagination already running a mile a minute with his gaze appreciative, roaming as he drinks her in, slotted so invitingly close to him as he allows himself to be stripped down just enough for her. Later, he may or may not apologize for not realizing that his change of plans to the end of Valentine's Day had her...braving so little underneath an otherwise beautiful kimono. Whoops.
Best impulse ever.]no subject
Date: 2024-04-21 09:17 pm (UTC)She really loves doing this for him. It will never become a chore, nor will it ever grow old. ]
There is a reason why I did not wish to come here tonight, Cloud.
[ Because of this surprise... She's going to be stuck with what she's wearing underneath until they buy a new set of underwear, you know. . . He is such a silly beau. And for that, Ayaka pouts at him for a second or two. Can you feel it, Cloud? >:T How embarrassing this is for her, but she does it anyway for you?
Last layer of her present to him... She needs you to shrug the rest of now, Cloud. ]