Can't touch me, like Gojo—Look good in all my photos
Worry had eased enough that he’d been able to settle into their rhythm, and he hadn't immediately feared for the lingering touch upon her, but as the haze of everything lifts and clarity seeps back in with a new light, he can’t help but inspect it all in full again. What he finds is the certainty that he’d hoped for, that he’d given her exactly what she’d wanted, pleasure sharpened by his hand, not pressed past it into something that’d wilt. He wanted her to bloom, not bruise.
A sure smile flickers back to form in response to her reassurance, deepening at the kiss she plants tenderly upon him. ”I wouldn’t say that.” his voice comes out slow with thought, softened with caution as he sees the frail way her expressions sits. Shifting beneath her, he shimmies up into something a little less lounging, giving this moment the seriousness of his full attention. Both hands reach out to cradle her cheeks, fingers slipping past her ears and into her hair. ”Listen,” he begins quietly, gaze locking onto hers with intention. He doesn’t want her retreating behind assumptions or filling in blanks where he hasn’t spoken clearly. For that reason, his gaze holds hers hard, trying to pour every bit of his honesty into her, words feeling too empty on their own.
”I like making you happy. Love it, actually. I’d do it for a living if it were feasible.” His smile stretches out, storming past the gravity of the moment with an affection that resists containment. ”So yeah, I want to do whatever I can to make you feel good. Really good.” One hand slides over, thumb pushing against her lips in a bid for quiet, certain this would be a part she might find objection to. ”That doesn’t mean I ignore what I feel,” he says flatly, head faintly shaking, promising her not to lose himself just for her sake.
”But, it does mean I’m willing to try things. Sometimes, it takes more than one try. This isn’t like eating ice cream,” which, in case she was wondering, had been love at first bite. ”I was worried, at first,” he admits, smile softening a touch on one side. ”I didn’t want to do it wrong, or hurt you. Too much, too little…” he shrugs lightly, like he doesn't mind that he'd carried that concern.
He leans in and kisses her slowly, lips brushing once before settling again, softer the second time. His hands hold her face like something precious, his breath warm between them, breathing her in through his nose and letting the quiet stretch for a moment. It isn’t about heat now, it’s about showing her with touch what words can’t quite manage. When he finally eases back, it’s only far enough to keep his forehead resting against hers. "But the way you came apart?" A deeper tone sets in, and an appreciative rumble carries it as he lets the memory of it replay. "That was really fucking hot." His thumb strokes once along her cheek. "And you felt amazing."
A sure smile flickers back to form in response to her reassurance, deepening at the kiss she plants tenderly upon him. ”I wouldn’t say that.” his voice comes out slow with thought, softened with caution as he sees the frail way her expressions sits. Shifting beneath her, he shimmies up into something a little less lounging, giving this moment the seriousness of his full attention. Both hands reach out to cradle her cheeks, fingers slipping past her ears and into her hair. ”Listen,” he begins quietly, gaze locking onto hers with intention. He doesn’t want her retreating behind assumptions or filling in blanks where he hasn’t spoken clearly. For that reason, his gaze holds hers hard, trying to pour every bit of his honesty into her, words feeling too empty on their own.
”I like making you happy. Love it, actually. I’d do it for a living if it were feasible.” His smile stretches out, storming past the gravity of the moment with an affection that resists containment. ”So yeah, I want to do whatever I can to make you feel good. Really good.” One hand slides over, thumb pushing against her lips in a bid for quiet, certain this would be a part she might find objection to. ”That doesn’t mean I ignore what I feel,” he says flatly, head faintly shaking, promising her not to lose himself just for her sake.
”But, it does mean I’m willing to try things. Sometimes, it takes more than one try. This isn’t like eating ice cream,” which, in case she was wondering, had been love at first bite. ”I was worried, at first,” he admits, smile softening a touch on one side. ”I didn’t want to do it wrong, or hurt you. Too much, too little…” he shrugs lightly, like he doesn't mind that he'd carried that concern.
He leans in and kisses her slowly, lips brushing once before settling again, softer the second time. His hands hold her face like something precious, his breath warm between them, breathing her in through his nose and letting the quiet stretch for a moment. It isn’t about heat now, it’s about showing her with touch what words can’t quite manage. When he finally eases back, it’s only far enough to keep his forehead resting against hers. "But the way you came apart?" A deeper tone sets in, and an appreciative rumble carries it as he lets the memory of it replay. "That was really fucking hot." His thumb strokes once along her cheek. "And you felt amazing."
Kaisel
Sexy jutsu, I feel like Naruto—Fightin' demons in my head like I'm Itadori
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
