[ Neither of them are exactly what one would call experienced in the martial art of tongue versus tongue, but that's not a concern he really holds in the least. It's hard to hold a single concern as they lay like this, her arms around him, his around her, nothing but nature around them and the night sky above. The cool spring night air may as well be a sweltering summer wave of heat though for the burning he feels through him. Not an unpleasant burn, a steady comfortable thing, soft and reassuring the same way that her kiss is. He tries not to get too lost into it, keeps his mind on participation Not too hard to do, the occasional graze of her teeth brings him out of his thoughts with light gasps, leads him to answering with soft pressing of his own to her lips in return. He's far lighter in these, mindful of the sharpened fangs he has for canines.
They can only stay locked in kissing for so long before they need to take a break for air. It seems like an eternity to him, by far the most pleasant eternity he's lived. Once their lips part time resumes it's normal pace, the world comes back somewhat into his awareness... muted though. She occupies so much of the space of his thought and senses, her warm touch, her beautiful features in his vision, the gentle scent of the shampoo she favors clinging lightly around due to their tangled state... she's...
Humans have words for the way she makes him feel. The romance media Ereshkigal favors especially has given him some ideas of how this is supposed to go. Is it too much too soon...? Kaede said they were trying this out, back in Egypt, but still. ]
Kaede-hime...? [ His eyes stay fixed on hers, one of his hands gently tangling into the locks of her hair. The beat of his core, his heart, it's grown so loud in his own ears it's almost maddening. ] The moon is...
[ "Fuck it", as Kaede would say. This indirectness isn't his way in the least. ]
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They can only stay locked in kissing for so long before they need to take a break for air. It seems like an eternity to him, by far the most pleasant eternity he's lived. Once their lips part time resumes it's normal pace, the world comes back somewhat into his awareness... muted though. She occupies so much of the space of his thought and senses, her warm touch, her beautiful features in his vision, the gentle scent of the shampoo she favors clinging lightly around due to their tangled state... she's...
Humans have words for the way she makes him feel. The romance media Ereshkigal favors especially has given him some ideas of how this is supposed to go. Is it too much too soon...? Kaede said they were trying this out, back in Egypt, but still. ]
Kaede-hime...? [ His eyes stay fixed on hers, one of his hands gently tangling into the locks of her hair. The beat of his core, his heart, it's grown so loud in his own ears it's almost maddening. ] The moon is...
[ "Fuck it", as Kaede would say. This indirectness isn't his way in the least. ]
I love you.