justicerebooorn | (no subject)

[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...

[an absolutely wicked grin]

You're just excited, right?

—Date-san!

[just. clutching at the front of your shirt and losing the rest of the little composure he had. well done.]

C'mon, you're not really gonna let me off the hook for a comment like that, are you?

[leaning in to nip at your earlobe, dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin]

Ah—! Are you this... impertinent with all your clients—?!

[arching his back helplessly when you bite, a whimper sliding past his lips]

Not at all.

[biting lightly all the way down the side of your neck to your collarbone, careful not to leave marks]

[all right your shirt is getting dragged over your shoulders in between some really embarrassing squeaking please take it off now thank you]

[at least he's cooperative, slipping out of it and tossing it out of the way before he brings his hands back to you, just stroking appreciatively over your sides]

[grabbing your hands and. shoving them under his shirt. well. first he had to untuck it from his pants, but then he shoved your hands under his shirt.]

[...just taking your shirt the rest of the way off, thank you, and then his hands are right back on you, warm and broad and sensitive-fingered, sliding over your skin]

[so much for taking the lead. he seems to have been reduced to groaning putty]

[what if, after another brief kiss, he stands, lifting you bodily and turning so he can lay you down on your back on the bed?]

[then he will gasp and keep his mouth hanging open almost as round as his eyes are]

[...well. stripping down to his dumb thong underwear while he has your attention, then, making a bit of a show of it, rocking his hips forward when he slides his pants over them, trailing a hand down over his abdomen, licking his lips, etc]

[he. sort of just frowns at the thong, honestly.]

[it's the crotch hammock type, so, you know, not hiding much except the bare essentials]

This isn't normally my style, in case you were wondering.

[he doesn't sound in the least bit embarrassed, though]