[Patience: that's what Elan-kun needs. A soft and slow kiss can easily transform into something heated and passionate if given the chance. And now that they're alone, they have plenty of chances. He gives a pleased hum when Elan's fingers slip into his hair, tongue swiping out against Elan's lips. A request, or rather a demand, their mouths slanting together more firmly and him holding Elan captive with the hands on his waist.
Those hands start to migrate as he gains access to Elan's mouth, first loosening the knot on Elan's sash, then traveling upwards to tug at the front of his yukata, pulling it open just enough to expose more skin. He smiles against Elan's lips as Elan starts guiding them over to the futon, ever the generous host, and goes with him readily, still licking into his mouth. Does it taste a bit like ketchup-y hamburger? Yes, which isn't his fave! But at least he got Elan to eat something other than ramen.
His hands come up to Elan's shoulders and he pulls back, though not before leaving one last peck. His eyes a warm violet and his hands pressing down, encouraging Elan to go, well... down! On the futon, that is.]
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Those hands start to migrate as he gains access to Elan's mouth, first loosening the knot on Elan's sash, then traveling upwards to tug at the front of his yukata, pulling it open just enough to expose more skin. He smiles against Elan's lips as Elan starts guiding them over to the futon, ever the generous host, and goes with him readily, still licking into his mouth. Does it taste a bit like ketchup-y hamburger? Yes, which isn't his fave! But at least he got Elan to eat something other than ramen.
His hands come up to Elan's shoulders and he pulls back, though not before leaving one last peck. His eyes a warm violet and his hands pressing down, encouraging Elan to go, well... down! On the futon, that is.]
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