( it--tickles a little, in the worst kind of way, where palamedes' lips brush against his jaw and his shoulders want to duck, where his stomach tangles itself into overheated knots, and he can tell that his face flushes, just a little, the blood mark across the bridge of his nose trembling slightly with effort, like a puddle that's just been disturbed by someone walking through it. getting to this point is easy enough, following his own internal cues: he wants to be close there, wants to watch palamedes' face do all the things it does, beneath him, flat to the mattress--but beyond that, he's not sure where he's allowed to go.
away is definitely not allowed, given the strong wrap of all six tentacles, curled around him, braced at his back, up by his shoulder, down by his waist; but then again, he's not planning to go away, anyway, so that's not much of a problem--or a decision.
his head seems to fall with ease into the kiss, thoughts immediately tumbling out and into nothing; he's starting to understand it, a little better, the things he had been concerned about, the things he had been judgmental of, when it comes to this kind of intimacy. gojou satoru can make his chocolate and candy metaphors all he wants, but actually melting into the feeling gives him an entirely new perspective--the way he feels a little like his thoughts are consumed with nothing but this moment here, like he's gone a little dumb, wrapped up in affection and anticipation.
an honest answer, then, when the kiss breaks, natural and languid: ) It's all overwhelming.
( but it's said with a hint of amusement, a little playful reluctance; his lips curl, slightly, but he's practically talking in against palamedes' mouth, and lifts himself just slightly so he can be better understood. )
But that doesn't mean I don't want it. That's okay, isn't it? I'm not worried.
( not about this, anyway: just perhaps a little more clumsy, at times, than he would like, as he learns. fighting is fluid, and easy, and natural, but kissing, touching, expressing this kind of affection is new, and novel; and it's not like he's ever seen much of it to begin with.)
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away is definitely not allowed, given the strong wrap of all six tentacles, curled around him, braced at his back, up by his shoulder, down by his waist; but then again, he's not planning to go away, anyway, so that's not much of a problem--or a decision.
his head seems to fall with ease into the kiss, thoughts immediately tumbling out and into nothing; he's starting to understand it, a little better, the things he had been concerned about, the things he had been judgmental of, when it comes to this kind of intimacy. gojou satoru can make his chocolate and candy metaphors all he wants, but actually melting into the feeling gives him an entirely new perspective--the way he feels a little like his thoughts are consumed with nothing but this moment here, like he's gone a little dumb, wrapped up in affection and anticipation.
an honest answer, then, when the kiss breaks, natural and languid: ) It's all overwhelming.
( but it's said with a hint of amusement, a little playful reluctance; his lips curl, slightly, but he's practically talking in against palamedes' mouth, and lifts himself just slightly so he can be better understood. )
But that doesn't mean I don't want it. That's okay, isn't it? I'm not worried.
( not about this, anyway: just perhaps a little more clumsy, at times, than he would like, as he learns. fighting is fluid, and easy, and natural, but kissing, touching, expressing this kind of affection is new, and novel; and it's not like he's ever seen much of it to begin with.)