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[ As she's pulled close to him, her hand pets up and down his shoulder. The kiss upon her head earns him a smile, but in the silence that follows a quiet blush forms upon her cheeks. Her fingers tap upon his upper arm in thought, as if debating if she should say something more.

She does. ]

I also like... how, sometimes, you speak with such resolve. [ She cracks open an eye. ] Like you did just a moment ago.

With... resolve?

[He blinks; that he hadn't expected.]

Wait, the whole "sound like a king" thing? You like that?

[Why is she blushing...]

[ She nods quietly, her hand upon his shoulder moving up to his neck, his jaw, then cheek. ] When you seem very sure of yourself, determined... you're inspiring.

[ A pause, and then she admits this, leaning in as if telling a secret: ] And attractive.

[ Not that he isn't when he isn't that way. It's just that she finds those particular moments of his a part of the reason why she fell for him. Determination, resolve, sureness... not one person can be that way all the time, so when his moments come, they shine. ]

[Whoops, now he's blushing, too. He hadn't really thought of such things as attractive, just stuff that people nag him about sometimes. Being more like his dad, more like a king, etc. Is this what Gladio used to mean about girls liking confidence?

Unconsciously he leans in as she does, brows lifting a little.]

More attractive, or just different?

[He's embarrassed to even ask, but he can't help his curiosity.]

[ She shifts her weight from one leg to the other, a subtle sway that delays her response just enough that her hand can slide down from his cheek to curl a finger beneath his chin. ]

More attractive... [ Her tone lowers, and her shy smile takes on an almost quietly playful quality to it, as if it's meant only for him. ] in the way that makes me want to kiss you.

[ She's saying that he's hot! ]

[The shift is subtle, but with the two of them pressed together, he feels it clearly; it makes him swallow hard, his fingers curling at her waist, and he finds himself suddenly wishing he was as good as his dad at turning on King-Mode. Still, he does his best to make his tone sound a little more assertive than it normally would be as he responds quietly,]

What's stopping you?

[ What's stopping her is the fact that he just experienced a flashback to a vision of his death just minutes ago, that's what.

And so, even as she's close enough that her breath can be felt upon is lips, she doesn't close the distance between them. ] Oh, [ She sighs, smiling. ] I'm just not sure what sort of distraction you want right now...

[You mean that thing he's desperately pretending to forget?]

So if I was maybe a little more determined about it, you'd know?

[And just what is stopping him, exactly.]

[ Yeah, that thing.

She looks at him. ] At the very least... I'd have a better guess.

[ Because if it's not a kiss or cuddling, then it's fishing, cats, or cake. The typical go-tos whenever he experiences something terrible. ]

[It could be any of those, or all of them, and he'd be just as happy. Much like Pyra herself, he's easy to please and will accept just table scraps on most days. Not being alone is plenty.

But... but. Making her happy is a distraction, too- because that makes him happy. So with a quiet, agreeable hum, he leans in to close the distance between and gives her the hint of his lips against hers, firm and inviting. What's the use in dwelling on the sadness of family and future when she's right in front of him in the present?]

[ As always, he tastes sweeter than any wild fruit. She kisses him in return, the hand upon his chin sliding back beneath his jaw to the side of his neck, only to drape her arm over his shoulder. Her other settles upon his waist, fingers grasping at his shirt.

She'll let him set the pace, see how far he has or wants to give, not pushing him. ]

[Hell if he ever knows what he wants, really. He does know that he'd very much like to be warm and comfortable, and comforted, all of which she excels at. He leans back until his legs hit the arm of the couch and he can lean against it, tugging her with him and gently urging her to deepen the kiss with him. With her hands occupied and away from his, he lets his own drift over her hips, fingers grazing up and down to feel the shape of her.

Attractive... he likes the idea of that, of being more attractive to her. He hadn't been trying to, hadn't been doing some kind of forced impression of his dad or attempting to be "kingly" as people often required him to be. He'd been honest, stood tall, voiced how he felt, and that had been enough for her. He really, really likes that.]

[ He was himself-- another part of himself that he can be, strong-willed and resolute as onyx, as much as he can have a soft side as well, a funny side, a comforting side. She adores that about him. He is not one thing, he is everything. And in this moment, he's everything to her.

But yes, she finds that in that particular moment he stood determined and commanding in expressing how he felt... very, very attractive.

The kiss deepens naturally. It's been a while since they kissed like this, and she finds his mouth like water in a desert: relieving, but not enough, and terrible in the way that it makes her thirstier for more. She tastes his lips and tongue as his hands find her hips and curves, and when he leans back for support, she uses the opportunity to press herself more against him, chest, hips, and all. She lifts a leg to be alongside his upon the arm of the couch, her body warm against his, moreso than usual, as she kisses him...

But she knows not to go too far-- knows she can't become too distracted or caught up, lest her hands start wandering to areas he's less comfortable with her seeking-- so she pulls back from the kiss, easing her weight slightly off of him. ] Good enough of a distraction?

[He could agree; he could say that it's plenty, that he feels better, and it wouldn't be untrue. He does feel better, but she so often manages that just by existing in his orbit. But enough?]

No, [he answers without really thinking about it, but when he does pause to think, he finds nothing disagreeable about it. He... wants to keep going. He wants to distract her, make her happy. His hands shift around behind her, keeping her from shifting away too far.] We can do better, right?

[He won't drag her, but he suspects what he's wondered since last time they were intimate- that she's holding back for his sake, because he's a mess and uncertain and never knows what the hell he wants to do with himself besides not screw up. But she'll be happy even if he does, won't she? He can screw up and try again and she won't judge him, she'll guide him and laugh with him and... he trusts her. She's even seen his ugly parts and not minded.

He leans in, bumping his nose to hers, tilting towards her lips to invite her back in for another kiss, trying to gauge what she wants instead of what she's holding back.]

[ Do better... does this mean--

His hands move upon her body, and she feels warmth bloom up to her cheeks, a feeling of excitement rushing through her. She shifts her weight back against him, and this is when his lips find hers again. Accepting both kiss and touch, Pyra goes a step farther to reciprocate with sharing her taste with him. She makes a soft, pleased sound against his mouth, one of both relief and want, like she's been waiting for this, waiting for his permission for more, for him to indicate he wants more, that he's okay with more exploration.

Architect, how she's missed this-- kissing him, holding him, being this close and flush to him, being able to have a hand run down his side, trying to feel the shape of his body over his shirt, while the other hooks over around his neck to run her hands through his hair. What she wants is anything he has to give and more, as well as a very, very strong desire to give to him in return....

Enough that she'll take the initiative, pressing a hand upon his chest to push against him, wanting him to fall backward upon the couch. There, she thinks. There she can do more to him. ]

[He's lost in the kiss for a long moment, a faint groaning noise bubbling up in his throat as her hand wanders. Her hand is warm, and it feels good wherever she touches him; he finds himself leaning into it, eager to experience whatever else she knows and wants to offer him. He's given himself time to breathe, to think about what is and isn't okay, and while he admittedly hadn't put a huge amount of thought into this aspect of their relationship, there have been genuine moments of pause where he thought this would be nice, actually. Here and now, he's wondering if maybe he just thinks way too much.

He halts when she tries to push him, though, breaking the kiss with a soft, embarrassed laugh. He has his suspicions about how this is going to end up, and while he thinks he might actually be ready, that doesn't mean he's going to lose himself in the process, or be a shitty housemate. He's... reasonably sure Prompto and Kaname never got down and dirty on the couch in the other house, so he's going to return the favour if he can manage it. He reaches down and twines their fingers together, tugging her up again.]

Not here, not here. Bedroom, please. If Prom walks in on us I will literally die.

[ She feels herself blush as they stop, feeling grateful for his pause. Unlike herself, it seems he doesn't become totally caught up in the moment where one kiss makes the entire world disappear and she forgets herself.

Bedroom. Bedroom by his suggestion, at that! A bedroom is better overall, too, with more space and a far more comfortable surface to--

Her hand squeezes his, and she bites lightly down upon her lower lip. ] O--okay.

[ With some effort, she pulls herself away from him to give him a tug down the hallway. She has no expectations on how this will go, or how far, only that this time, this time she wants to be the one to satisfy him. ]

[He allows himself to be led, curious at how he's starting to feel... excited, actually? Not so long ago the idea of doing this, exposing himself not just physically but emotionally, being bared, sharing his body and his inexperience... it had all felt far too daunting to even dare. He'd focused instead on her, how much he wanted to make her happy or feel good, and it'd worked at first but what he'd failed to do was establish that she's allowed to initiate things, too. He'd been waiting on her, and she'd been waiting on him, and somewhere in the middle they'd gotten lost in what could be.

Really, all he needed was to quit being such a damn coward about it and learn the way he always does- by doing, by practicing and allowing someone to guide him through the steps.

Once they're inside the bedroom he nudges the door shut with his foot and leans in to kiss her again, brief but indulgent, letting himself feel whatever the hell this new hunger was.]

So... your move? [She's allowed to push him now, and he'll follow along.]

[ The door shuts behind them with a small click, and when his lips leave hers, she's smiling up at him. ] How about... [ His permission is all that's needed for her to pull him towards her by the waist, away from the door, and for a small spin around towards the bed. ] the next ten moves? [ Or twenty, or thirty, or however many she can give him, especially if each kiss counts as one... not that she intends to actually let him count anything-- because if he does, that mean she's not doing this good enough.

There's a skip in her step as if they've just shared a small dance, and she slides her leg forward to wedge slightly between his, pushing him back so that his calves hit the foot of the bed. If his balance is thrown off, it'll be but a light tap to have him fall backward onto the bed. ]

...Because I meant it, you know, about kissing you all over. [ She's referencing their time in the car, when she had pledged it before. She had wanted to then, and she wants to now because he's wonderful and handsome and there's not one part of him she doesn't wish to discover or lavish attention onto. Slowly, she climbs atop of him. ]

[He drops back onto the bed at her urging, a shy but curious grin crossing his lips, and his hands reach for her as she climbs up with him, fingers finding those easy spots on her hips that are swiftly becoming his favourite. He's given control over to her, and he's fine with that, but he still wants to explore her too, so he's hoping she doesn't expect him to keep to himself while she has her way with him.]

All over? That sounds like it could take a while. Won't your lips get tired?

[He does remember that- it'd been the last time they'd ended up like this, when they'd gotten a taste of what could happen here if they were both willing and ready. He'd loved making her happy, watching her blush and squirm and gasp. If she'd wanted to experience that from his side of things, he'd sure kept her waiting long enough already.]

[ Straddling him, she leans down as her hands slide down his chest, then up again to his shoulders. Dipping her head towards him, she kisses him upon the forehead-- ] Not-- [ then at the corner of his eye, ] --when it comes-- [ his cheek, ] --to you. [ and finally his lips.

She pulls away slightly, her nose brushing against his, and then she straightens again. Whenever she's looked at him, her expression has always been affectionate. Now her eyes hold something new: a hunger for him, an interest in a way as she looks over his body. Where does she even begin-- what can she begin with? His lips again, his neck...? All places she's kissed before and wouldn't be opposed to kissing again, but...

Pyra's hands move down his sides, and her fingers tug at the edge of his shirt. ]

...We're going to need this off of you, if you don't mind.

[Helplessly, he hesitates. Just for a moment, just long enough to remember the last time. She'd asked, he'd been unable to muster the courage, and that had been the end of it. She'd never pushed, never forced it. She didn't judge. And now, with that look in her eyes, like there's a fire in them, like her flames have spread and she's hungry for more? It's like nothing he's seen before, and he doesn't want to smother it. He's not big and brawny or covered in cool tattoos, but for her...]

...I don't mind.

[No more hesitating. Instead of waiting for her he shifts his arms to prop himself up away from the mattress, giving her room to pull the fabric free.]

[ The initial hesitation has her pause, but when he props himself upward on his own, she's reassured to continue. Gingerly and slowly, Pyra lifts his shirt over his head. It's discarded to the side, all but forgotten as she's finally able to look upon the perfection of him without a shirt. And without fabric to impede her touch once more trailing up his abdomen to his shoulder, giving him a small nudge to lie back down. ] Mm... Noct?

[ He seems just a bit uncomfortable. She wants to reassure him that all of him is as she adores. So-- without delay-- she reaches for one of his hands, guiding it up to her lips to kiss him upon the back of his fingers. ] ...You're perfect.

[ And he truly is: lean and muscular in all the right ways, not too much, not too little. If she hadn't known him, she would have guessed him to be some sort of athlete. A runner, a swimmer, or something of the sort, one whose likeness could be chiseled in marble.

Of course, she won't leave him wanting or the only one partially undressed, especially if he'd be more at ease. Quietly, she then takes his hand and guides it down the center of her neck, around her crystal, and then between her breasts, trailing down her midline. As if he's pulling down a zipper, the construct of her top begins to dissolve into particles around them, fading from existence, leaving her exposed to him. She's blushing, but not uncomfortable. She wants to be like this to him. She wants to show him herself, too.

Releasing his hand, she repositions herself to be beside his head, lowering herself to him so that their lips brush. ] Now...

This time, let me do all the work, okay?

[Perfect... he likes that, as evidenced by the swift spread of flushing red across his cheeks, and the broadening smile on his lips. The idea of his body being good enough had been something he'd struggled with for a while, nevermind something as high as perfect. Even if it's just what she believes, the warmth her words give to him spreads down his body, enhanced by every touch of her fingers.

His eyes follow their hands as she guides him to move across her chest, and his blush intensifies wildly as together they remove her clothing and bare her breasts to him. His breath catches, because- she's beautiful, all of her, and she's sharing herself with him the same way. On one hand he knows it ought to feel like this is an evened playing field, but on the other hand that's perfection, in his mind. Doesn't feel like an even trade at all. He's trying not to stare, and it's merciful that she'd moved in to kiss him instead, drawing his attention back to her properly. Right- right. They were. Kissing. She was kissing all over.

....

She just showed him her boobs-]

R-right... I'm in your hands.

[Holy shit.]

[ Perhaps another time she might bask in his gaze, but she likes this more: feeling him beneath her, kissing him, knowing that she has all of his attention. Lowering herself to him, her breasts brush along his chest, cushioning her to him as she feels a brief prickle of excitement at the friction generated with their breaths...

She begins with his lips, just as before, only then for her kisses to trail along his jaw to the side of his neck, picking up where she left off. She lingers there, nursing just beneath his pulse upon the wide muscle of his neck, the spots where she had marked him last time. She's persistent, sensual, as she suckles upon the places where she knows him to be sensitive. Her lips apply pressure then suction, over and over, rediscovering whatever sounds he might make for her. Her hand drifts down his chest along his abdomen, feeling over his muscles.

Making room for herself, her legs shift over his, one moving to be between his and lifting to rub gently at where his meet with a thigh. A persistent but lightly rubbing touch is all she does for now, as if gauging just how sensitive he might be to her. ]

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and we're nsfw as of now!!

heck i'm glad you remembered bc i sure didn't

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