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[takutomaruki]

He should’ve expected it. Kuon was nothing if not direct in her gentleness. But still, the question knocked softly at the walls he had built, and he wasn’t sure how they were supposed to hold anymore.

His gaze lingered on her mouth—not with desire, but with a strange, analytical fondness. Then, slowly, as if realising he was doing it, he looked down at the place her hands met at his back. One of his own moved, shifting slightly from her wrist to cradle the side of her waist instead—fingers curling against the fabric of her clothes with careful reverence.

He was blushing. Not just in his cheeks, but to the tips of his ears.

And yet—he nodded.

His thumb lingered on her forearm again, drawing soft, unconscious circles like he was memorising her presence one inch at a time.

Then, quietly—soft but with the smallest upward lilt in his voice, like a smile that hadn't quite reached his lips yet—he murmured:

"...If I start getting greedy with how nice that feels, you’re allowed to scold me."

A flicker of something warm passed through his eyes. Embarrassed, yes—but not hiding anymore.

[dollmaxing]

The hand on her waist was pleasant, a closeness and warmth that was always enjoyable welcome in how it flooded through her body. She trotted her fingers along the back of his shoulder, not quite touching the eye, just shy of it...

"Scold you because I mean it? Or scold you because you like being pushed around for a game?" Kuon asked, breathed, in his ear.

If she pressed any closer, she'd squish him against the headboard. Slowly, trailing her fingers along his skin so he knew she wasn't withdrawing for good, she sat back to start unbuttoning her own top... taking her time, in case Takuto still lost the nerve.

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[takutomaruki]

He hadn’t expected her to get that close.

The breath in his ear—that breath—shot straight through him like lightning drawn by ritual, and Takuto let out a small, involuntary sound as he slapped a palm to his ear in stunned embarrassment.

"Th-That’s not fair play, Kuon," he muttered, voice cracking just slightly as he tried not to bury his face in her shoulder. He could feel the heat blooming across his chest, trailing down his torso, right to where his half-buttoned shirt hung like a flimsy afterthought on his body.

And yet...he didn’t pull away.

He had no need to.

[ooc: continuing here]