justicerebooorn | (no subject)

[he meant to be shy but turns out it was too thirsty to hold back. oops.]

[this is going to be a very thorough kiss, then. he tastes vaguely like mouthwash.]

[at some point his hands got fisted in your shirt and he's half-way onto your lap before he realises, pulling back, his face heated]

[tucking your bangs back off your face]

Is there somewhere I can clean up?

[clambering off your lap and nodding, just gesturing wordlessly to the bathroom]

Thanks.

[off he goes! just taking a couple minutes to wash up.]

[what is one supposed to do in the meantime.

sit here and be consumed by lust, i guess.]

[he stays in the hallway when he re-emerges, leaning on his forearm against the wall]

Wanna show me your bedroom?

[just stands up awkwardly and points.]

[reaches out and snags your hand so he can draw you closer to him]

It's your place, so we can do this wherever you want, though.

Erm—bedroom is fine...

[he can barely manage the words, voice hoarse and stilted]

Fine by me.

[leading you by the hand down your own hallway to your room]

[as expected, it's neat and tidy and everything is meticulously placed. all the furniture matches, and is useful to boot! obviously he also made his bed all nice. you can still smell the clean laundry smell, how inviting]

[that's so cute and considerate. he's absolutely just backing up right to the bed, sitting down on it, and pulling you smoothly into his lap]

Now, where were we?

[being distracted by a boner hitting up against your thigh? yes. let's go with that.

absolutely smushing his face up against your shoulder and whimpering, so dignified]

[o-oh no. he runs his fingers through your hair, giving you a moment to collect yourself, more or less]

[

eventually he gathers enough courage to smooth a hand over your chest, just testing, over your shirt...]

[it's a nice chest, and a thin shirt]

You can take it off me, if you want.

...

[well

he'll unbutton it, anyway]

[tangling his hand in your hair so he can tilt your face up for a kiss]

[all right yes he cannot resist sticking his hand under your shirt and feeling around listen, abs, you have such nice abs, it'd be a shame not to touch them

and i hope you were ready for the kisses to get sharp]

[he's certainly not objecting to that, just letting you do whatever you want since you seem to have taken the initiative, his free hand stroking down your spine]

[he shivers and stiffens at that touch, fingertips twitching up against your skin]

Nh—

[he pulls back from the kiss enough to begin to unbutton your shirt, giving you space to breathe]

Let me know if I'm moving too fast.

[he's gasping already, breath coming up in short little hitches, face bright red]

It's not that...