[ shōyō may be in grave danger of chuckling even more as his heart fluttered in his chest and his inexperience showed itself raw. he’s getting his teeth licked because he showed them in the first place, bringing with it both a fire that lit him up and a giddy rush he’d only ever closely experienced with a game. this wasn’t a game, though, it was quite serious, terribly important— fighting the urge to mutter an apology, shōyō breathes in through his nose and tends to relax. as he does, his lips do the same, coupled with a reach of his head up, he finally regains enough lip game to properly purse (or at least, better than smiling) and really dig one in.
nose to cheek, he pulls a breath in and holds for just a moment, scents the strawberry shampoo in messy bangs tempted to fall over lazarus’ eyes. the slight tang of alcohol and something very sweet extends from warm lips to the slight touch of gums, somewhere, he thought, where he may have bumped too far in whilst adjusting to the pull and lock. his hands steady him, and his mind remains ecstatic enough to continue without feeling like a complete greenhorn— you know, the one who spent his teenage years looking up “how do i spike with my eyes open” on google rather than “how do i kiss”.
it’s the sort of thing that comes as you do, he thinks. would it be alright to explore, in the process? to be frank, shōyō had been dying to, so his hands don’t stay with hands and arms for long at all. tentatively, as he pulls back just enough for a shallow, quick breath, he presses once more in full, hands cupping the sides of a slender face to make sure he could keep up with the angle and seek depth.
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nose to cheek, he pulls a breath in and holds for just a moment, scents the strawberry shampoo in messy bangs tempted to fall over lazarus’ eyes. the slight tang of alcohol and something very sweet extends from warm lips to the slight touch of gums, somewhere, he thought, where he may have bumped too far in whilst adjusting to the pull and lock. his hands steady him, and his mind remains ecstatic enough to continue without feeling like a complete greenhorn— you know, the one who spent his teenage years looking up “how do i spike with my eyes open” on google rather than “how do i kiss”.
it’s the sort of thing that comes as you do, he thinks. would it be alright to explore, in the process? to be frank, shōyō had been dying to, so his hands don’t stay with hands and arms for long at all. tentatively, as he pulls back just enough for a shallow, quick breath, he presses once more in full, hands cupping the sides of a slender face to make sure he could keep up with the angle and seek depth.
they were as warm as he thought they’d be. ]