He rests his hand on her thigh, thumb barely running over skin left revealed by her stocking. He feels like he's crashing forward into new territory, braving something much more difficult than it was with Akira. Akira? Was easy. Of course, he needed to prove himself, but it was much easier.
Haru? He would work to prove himself for the rest of his life as long as it made her smile. Goro's in too deep, he knows that, but it was easy to get lost in her as he brushes his tongue across her lips, accepting her invitation. Easy to lose his breath chasing after her lips. He hooks his thumb in her stocking, tentatively tugging before the fabric tears, splitting down her thigh towards her knee.
[ In between longing kisses is laboured breathing, Haru's chest heaving upwards against Goro's, his name escaping her mouth in a hushed, soft tone, rolling off her tongue so easily. As his own tongue meets hers she leans further into him, only pulling back to let out a shuddering breath, then dips back toward him, his hair laced between her fingers now. It's gotten much longer, she thinks; she likes it this way. ]
Ah!
[ Her thigh already trembles against his hips as his thumb explores the exposed part of her leg, but then he rips into her stockings and it's her bare thigh against the fabric of his jeans and she gasps.
And then... she giggles against him, not quite sure why this is so amusing in the first place. Maybe she's a little delirious right now as she sinks into the bed with him hovering over her, their bodies pressing close and their lips moving faster and harder against one another. ]
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He rests his hand on her thigh, thumb barely running over skin left revealed by her stocking. He feels like he's crashing forward into new territory, braving something much more difficult than it was with Akira. Akira? Was easy. Of course, he needed to prove himself, but it was much easier.
Haru? He would work to prove himself for the rest of his life as long as it made her smile. Goro's in too deep, he knows that, but it was easy to get lost in her as he brushes his tongue across her lips, accepting her invitation. Easy to lose his breath chasing after her lips. He hooks his thumb in her stocking, tentatively tugging before the fabric tears, splitting down her thigh towards her knee.
He definitely owed her new stockings. ]
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Ah!
[ Her thigh already trembles against his hips as his thumb explores the exposed part of her leg, but then he rips into her stockings and it's her bare thigh against the fabric of his jeans and she gasps.
And then... she giggles against him, not quite sure why this is so amusing in the first place. Maybe she's a little delirious right now as she sinks into the bed with him hovering over her, their bodies pressing close and their lips moving faster and harder against one another. ]
... oh my, I think I feel dizzy.