Kyuden Shika

In a moment her lips are pressed against his, arms snaking around his shoulders, pulling him desperately close. He can feel her trembling, but she doesn't slow, doesn't stop.
Kisses grow deeper, more meaningful, more wanting with each one. She presses against him, as close as he'll allow, heart racing so loud she can hear it thundering inside her head, silencing all other thoughts.

There's a small grunt of surprise as she latches onto him, but no hesitation as his left hand slides into the hair at the back of her head while his right hand finds the small of her back, pressing her close at the same time he feels her pulling him close. He meets the passion and depth of her kisses head on, an expression of relief at the same time he's expressing continuing want. He's holding her so tight she can't hardly tremble, and in his mind he notices a feeling of pull toward more. Voices war within his mind, but for now he's lost in these kisses, small nibbles at her lips, and the feel of her body against his again.

Happy noises escape and he can feel her grin behind increasingly wanting kisses. She moves against him, enticing further, though they can't get closer in their current state. One hand slips from around his neck to his chest, gripping at his kimono to hold him against her, directing him as she pulls him down to the floor, over her.

The big Lion doesn't resist the pull, although somewhere in his mind is a voice telling him to stop. As they reach the floor, Ishioka makes sure his weight isn't fully on the beautiful Otter, though even that minimal level of clear thought is difficult for him to maintain.

He presses into another deep kiss, hands starting to tug at the collar of her kimono. With a mighty force of will, he draws his lips from hers long enough to say, panting every couple of words, "The futon. Still out. Don't want. To hurt you." His eyes catch on where he can see her collar bone exposed and its everything he can do to simply begin kissing there slowly, holding enough weight off of her she can start moving toward the futon.

Groaning in frustration when he pulls back, her heart racing, breath shallow and fast, Narumi shifts happily as he moves attention to her exposed collarbone for the briefest moment before his words- and his hesitation- sink in and she playfully pushes him off her, rolling out from under him to readjust on said futon where he wants her.

Ishioka might have been frustrated a moment, wished she'd declined the invitation, but instead he smiled wickedly, looking at Narumi on the futon with the eyes of a starving lion. He stands and purposefully sheds his layers of clothing as he very slowly reapproaches her, eyes never off of her, waiting just a moment as he stands over her to revel in this moment.

Bedroom eyes watch the Lion stalk toward her, an enticing smile on her lips before a crooked finger beckons him to meet her, fabrics of her kimono with its loosened collar slipping to reveal bare shoulders and a very pleased laugh escapes.

A soft growl escapes as those fabrics shift over her form, Ishioka's big muscles taut and almost twitching. Eyes aflame but still focused steadily on hers, he puts one knee down on the futon near her, and raises a single finger to her throat, then starts slowly sliding it straight down her body, ready to coax fabric farther from his path.

Moving with his touch to allow fabrics to slip free, she lets her hands trace along his chest. Gently, testing, gaze unwaivering on his eyes before she pulls him to her again.

/ le ftb?

His eyes close briefly in pleasure to feel her hands upon his bare skin, so it's a slight surprise as he's pulled toward her again. But there's no more will to stop, to wait, to even slow down as he loses himself in her.

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