[He lowers his hand for a moment, only daring to look Shinobu in the eyes, and for a split second at that. Then he covers them again!]
O-of course not! That would be quite rude!
[Give him a second to fumble around blindly (and flinch if he even so much as brushes that garment), before he finds her hand. Then he bends down to press a very clumsy, uncoordinated kiss to the back of her hand.]
( oh, this is too easy. she almost feels like a villain.
shinobu lets him give that innocent kiss, helping him out when he recoils at the touch of fabric and she realizes what he's looking for via raising her hand for him to take. it's a sweet moment, and she can't help but reach up to cup his face after.
and then tug him into the room further. )
Honestly, Kyojuro, it's like you forgot what we were doing that night. You can uncover your eyes.
[Stumbling after her is almost alarming, considering just how blind he is. He peels his hand away, barely managing to press it to a wall to keep from outright stumbling. It isn't helped by the fact that his vision still feels off. He spent so long adjusting to having just one eye that he almost seems to take in too much with both.
But in any case, now he's in the room, and able to take her in. It just so happens that the light catches her in such away that he can make out the silhouette of her form through the light in the room. His cheeks warm anew, and once again he feels the urge to lift his hand to his eyes.]
If - [He clears his throat, trying to maintain a modicum of composure.] If I recall, we were both fully dressed! This is quite different. I - [He bows his head.] Am always amazed at how beautiful you truly are.
( she says it so airily, and yet... she can't help but feel sad. she'd gotten a single kiss in before he was called away. and then-
and then.
...
shinobu has touched herself since- a girl has needs, after all. but as tensions rose and everyone threw themselves into training, she hasn't had a partner since before kyojuro's passing.
maybe she's rushing things a bit, but when he responds like that to just a simple white nightgown, it makes her want. the respect he shows is endearing. she loves it. loves him. but she really doesn't want to be respected, right now.
shinobu reaches around him to tug the door closed, ignoring the delighted smile on her lips and the way her cheeks flush. )
... Thank you, Kyojuro. I- ... Forgive me for being needy, but, I simply can't be satisfied with that alone for your goodnight kiss.
( she debates stepping to the bed playfully but decides to just rest in his arms for right now- her bringing up her plans for seduction surely make her message quite clear, and she craves warmth, too. )
[Perhaps he isn't entirely surprised. The thought had crossed his mind. But unlike some of the other slayers, Shinobu was more than a sparring partner turned into a bed partner. He had valued her intelligence, her wit, her skill in battle, and above all, the way she handled the children in her care. From moment one, she was always more to him, and thus required an equally reverent amount of care and -
courting. Akaza had used the word once for the two of them, and Kyojuro supposed it was as good enough as any.]
I suspect I will be apologizing for leaving you wanting for the rest of my days. [He says it with a faint smile, amusement dancing in his eyes. But it's clear that he's far more distracted by the implication of her words.
Really, it could be considered a flaw of his, the way he so ardently respects women. Not in the day to day sense, of course, but when it comes to a situation like this, he's almost hesitant to make the first move.
But that isn't what it is, is it? Shinobu is here, and his arms are steadily twining around her and pulling her close. He feels the fabric against his hands, and laments choosing to wear his uniform, given how little skin it bares of his own. He'd love to feel every inch of her around him and - ]
I can give you a real kiss, if that is what you desire? [But they both know it isn't. Or at least, not all she desires. Still, he needs her to say as much outright. Blah, blah, chivalry or something.]
( it's a little difficult to bring him in closer when she just barely meets his chin standing up properly. there's something fun to her about the contrast in their clothes, like one of mitsuri's stories.
one hand reaches up for his hair while the other rests on his arm with a soft hum of approval.
if it's on her to take the lead, that's fine. it's something that she shouldn't be coy about regardless- not for too long, anyways. )
I want far more than that, Kyojuro... but that would be a lovely start.
[At Shinobu's words, a bolt of lightning seems to run through Kyojuro. He shivers even as he leans into the hand within his hair, giving rise to a low noise deep within his throat. It is exactly what he needs, an affirmation of her interest, and one that cannot be denied.]
I see.
[He grants her her wish — her initial one, at least — although perhaps not in the way she might have expected. Rather than kneeling down to kiss her, his arms tighten around her form, lifting her up so that she might wrap her legs around him. From there, crushing his lips to hers is an effortless matter, offering a greedy kiss — one that has simmered with unspoken desire for far too long.]
( despite the surprise, a smile lights up her face and she holds on as he lifts her, laughing softly as her heart flutters at the display. anything she may have had to say gets forgotten... but under the heat of that kiss, can anyone blame her?
shinobu wraps her arms around his neck, meeting him in earnest as her fingers dig into his hair, her legs shifting around his hips as the nightgown gathers and drapes at her own. it isn't quite what she'd wanted all those months ago but she wants it all the same.
or maybe this is a need, with how desperately she holds onto him. )
[If he needed a sign to keep going, then surely it would be the way Shinobu grips him, or the way her body coils around him. It spurs him into dropping one arm from around her body, in favor of wrapping around her thigh. The skin is soft and inviting, and so tantalizingly close to being outright scandalous.
In all honesty, he did not expect for things to move this fast. It felt like they had only just repaired their relationship. But Shinobu seemed more than eager, and it isn't as if he has the willpower to say no.
He takes a step toward the bed, then another, but his movements are rather distracted. He's far more focused on the way their mouths move together, and with the way Shinobu's form feels against his own.]
( she can feel him moving forward- backwards for her at this point. maybe it is too fast. maybe it's picking up exactly where they left off finally. does it matter?
shinobu can't help but shift in his grip, like she's showing him exactly what he'll get in a handful. all the while she presses against him (or rather, pulls him into her), so even when she has to finally pull away for air, chest heaving and cheeks flushed, he's close. )
[It really doesn't. Not when the two of them mutually say it doesn't. And that's exactly what Kyojuro is trying to give off as he stops before the bed. He doesn't set her down right away, instead opting to part from their kiss as well. He doesn't go far — preferring to keep his forehead pressed to Shinobu's own.]
I'm here. [He angles his head to brush his lips over her cheek.] Tell me what you need.
( shinobu's legs tighten a little, her breath ever so slightly ragged as she holds on-
what does she need? she almost laughs. )
You. I need you.
( her voice is almost a whisper. for a moment she wants to hide, because its- different right now than her other encounters, and she's a bit... not quite embarrassed, but a part of her feels bashful.
she shuts that down with pulling him into another heated kiss and tugging him towards her, like she can drag him down to the bed like this. )
Me. [Kyojuro can be an arrogant man, this much is true. Not in any way that hurts others, mind you, but when it comes to his process and ability, he's almost too self-confident. Given everything that has happened to them of late, though, he cannot help but cling to that affirmation.
Shinobu wants him. Despite it all.
It takes only a second to recover, but it's certainly a second that Shinobu will be able to pick up on. As soon as he does find himself on the proper foot, though, he is back in motion once more. Shinobu's incessant tugging tells him all he needs. He lays her down upon the bed, resting on his elbows on either side of her and bracketing her in. His mouth drifts downward, grazing over her jaw, then down her neck.]
Then you shall have me. Every bit of me, Shinobu Kocho.
( the near-stutter of the self is telling, yes. she can only hope the way she's all but beckoning to him is a comfort of sorts, at least. the plush of the blankets and mattress is welcoming, and her hold on his neck doesn't cease as he begins to move.
her heart skips a beat at the sensation; there's a gasp as she practically surrenders her throat to him- )
Please-
( that promise is all she's wanted, after all. )
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[With the delicate column of Shinobu's neck bared so perfectly, how can he not linger? He shifts to nose over the span of it, before settling where her pulse feels the strongest. His lips alight there once more, first in kisses that grow more weightier, and then parting to suck gingerly against the skin.
She feels so warm, so alive. It reminds him of every forbidden fantasy that had crossed his mind back home. He hadn't been sure if that was to be their course back then. And once it had been confirmed, there were more pressing matters.
But he is here now, finally allowing his mouth to drift lower, and tracing over her collarbone. He shifts a bit, moving his weight to his knees to free up his arms. His hands return to her thighs, then begin to slide upward as they drag her nightgown with it.]
( can he feel how her heart starts pounding in her chest? how her back arches slightly to meet him as he works her up? one hand falls to the bed, clutching at the sheets beside her head as she turns to give him more access, legs squeezing together instinctively before she relaxes a bit again.
beneath the nightgown he'll find a soft silky fabric awaits.
it's almost unfair how giddily eager she is, just a thin white layer keeping him from her... and he's still fully dressed.
inhaling, she finally lets go of him fully, working his first layer open with the buttons delicately as he draws out soft whines she's not even aware she's making. )
[It's almost painfully difficult, to not drag his mouth back up and capture her mouth once more. He so desperately wants to drink in the noises that she makes, with each one sending waves of molten desire down the span of his spine.
Especially when she's working away at his buttons, focused on a task that he would be remiss to interrupt.
In the end, though, he settles for kiss, stolen quickly before he reels back far enough to properly shed that nightgown. Like this, he allows his gaze to roam over her nearly bare form, studying the swell of her chest, the span of her abdomen, and the curve of her hips. Everything is as beautiful as he would have expected — perhaps even more so.]
Shinobu.
[His hands fall to wherever they rest upon his own clothes, gathering her wrists into one hand and lifting them away. It gives him the perfect angle to kiss back down, following the span of an arm until he reaches the shoulder, then releasing once more.]
( for only a moment she feels cold as she's stripped of her nightgown, only pausing in her trying to undress him to comply with the tug of the cloth before resuming again. the heat of it all quickly warms her right back up as she stares up at kyojuro, giving a soft smile with half-lidded eyes.
she almost protests as he pulls her hands away but quickly falls silent as she realizes just how easily he can restrain her with just one hand- her cheeks quickly flush, and it only worsens as he begins peppering kisses down her arm. )
Kyojuro... ah, you're still dressed though...
( there's an uncharacteristic bashfulness to her voice. each kiss feels like a spark against her skin, chaining together in an electrifying feeling up her arm, making her heart flutter and something coil within in excitement. )
[Give him a moment as he works his way up behind her ear, pausing at the lobe to tug at it only briefly with his teeth, before he finally realizes what exactly she's saying. Thankfully for her, he doesn't issue one of his characteristic Rengoku laughs right into her poor eardrum. Instead, she's treated to a low, rumbling chuckle as he eases back once more.]
So I am! [He lifts his hand to the buttons she had yet reached, then pauses.] Would you like to do the honors? I will not interrupt you this time!
[Probably. Maybe he can manage to hold himself back by instead simply taking in the sight of her body. It's clear that her presence, as it is, is doing something for him. A faint flush has worked its way down his neck, and judging by the way he shifts a little into a more comfortable position, that heat has begun to pool elsewhere as well.]
( every ministration makes her gasp softly, and she almost regrets interrupting him. shinobu smiles up at him, taking in his gaze. can he last long enough for her to undress him? )
Hm~.
( she props herself up with a coy smile before pushing herself up to catch him in a kiss, her fingers working at his clothes again. the kiss lasts too briefly, and she gives a coy look. )
Perhaps I could use a bit of hand, since you are in uniform... unless you like it like that?
[The very thought is startling, though not in any terribly unpleasant way. Rather, he's surprised at just how vivid the thrill that shoots through him is. He makes a choked noise, the blaze on his cheeks becoming an outright inferno.]
That would be - [Delightful? Incredible?] Improper, wouldn't you say?
[To tarnish his uniform would be quite the grievance. And yet at the same time, it would simultaneously feel like an insult to Shinobu. He has slain countless demons, their ash likely lingering in the very fiber of his clothing.
Instead, he finds himself reaching to begin untwining the belt from around his waist.]
Oh, a bit of impropriety is fun sometimes, though~!
( she giggles a bit, eyeing the way he flusters. she might just need to get him to go through with it another time, if only because she can see just how much the idea excited him- kyojuro is a man who acts on principle entirely, and will deny himself what he wants if anything seems even the slightest bit untoward.
he really does need to be pampered more. another time, she might.
for now though, she works on prying off his clothes, though her movements become a bit more desperate as she tries to free him from it all. she's been waiting too long, and she wants him now. )
[At least he makes quick work of the belt, and even pushes down his pants far enough to step out of them. The belt, meanwhile, is carefully set aside. Same with his haori as she pushes it off.
Unfortunately, though, the haori being removed does someway slow their progress. He parts from their kiss with a somewhat sheepish look, before carefully turning at the waist long enough to fold it Family heirloom and all. Yes, it gets in the way of the ~moment~, but surely Shinobu would feel the same.
Eventually, though, he returns to her, shrugging off the undone shirt. Stripped down to nothing more than his undergarments — thankfully as modern as Shinobu's own, he slips between her legs once more.]
( shinobu doesn't mind him taking the time to treat precious things as they deserve. she would be a hypocrite if she did- and besides, it gives her time to admire him more. one is allowed to eat the eye candy, after all.
as he closes the distance again, she spreads her legs for him, knowing it leaves the damp spot on her panties visible. he's barely touched her but every gesture has set her on fire. and now that he's bare before her, she can return the favor. delicate hands trace up his chest.
scars are hard to look at, sometimes. the one from his death, especially. and yet they're also beautiful declarations of survival. she herself has some deep cuts and clawmarks along her arms arms, and the cuts of doma's fans linger too, she knows. both have some hard truths etched into their bodies. )
... Would you rather I not touch certain scars, love?
[When he catches her looking he is, admittedly, flooded with a sense of near bashfulness. It's a strange feeling. He is a prideful thing under most circumstances, but something about her gaze – raw and loving, yet charged all the same — fills him with something else entirely. His gaze drops for a moment, even as he shifts to allow her to drink her fill of his appearance.
But he does join her, gaze briefly flicking between her legs before settling on her face. As he fingers trace along his skin, his own come to rest against her face. He leans in to steal a kiss, deep but fleeting, before tilting back.]
All except the center most one. [They know which one. And while before he really would not have minded any affection being administered there, it's... a bit of a problem now. The last thing he wants is witnesses to their sacred meeting, especially once as, ah... controversial, as Akaza.]
And you?
[His fingers fall to the outside edge of the ones left by the demon who ruined her. Or at least, he thinks it's his. He wasn't exactly familiar with her body before, but these still seem newer.]
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[He lowers his hand for a moment, only daring to look Shinobu in the eyes, and for a split second at that. Then he covers them again!]
O-of course not! That would be quite rude!
[Give him a second to fumble around blindly (and flinch if he even so much as brushes that garment), before he finds her hand. Then he bends down to press a very clumsy, uncoordinated kiss to the back of her hand.]
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( oh, this is too easy. she almost feels like a villain.
shinobu lets him give that innocent kiss, helping him out when he recoils at the touch of fabric and she realizes what he's looking for via raising her hand for him to take. it's a sweet moment, and she can't help but reach up to cup his face after.
and then tug him into the room further. )
Honestly, Kyojuro, it's like you forgot what we were doing that night. You can uncover your eyes.
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But in any case, now he's in the room, and able to take her in. It just so happens that the light catches her in such away that he can make out the silhouette of her form through the light in the room. His cheeks warm anew, and once again he feels the urge to lift his hand to his eyes.]
If - [He clears his throat, trying to maintain a modicum of composure.] If I recall, we were both fully dressed! This is quite different. I - [He bows his head.] Am always amazed at how beautiful you truly are.
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( she says it so airily, and yet... she can't help but feel sad. she'd gotten a single kiss in before he was called away. and then-
and then.
...
shinobu has touched herself since- a girl has needs, after all. but as tensions rose and everyone threw themselves into training, she hasn't had a partner since before kyojuro's passing.
maybe she's rushing things a bit, but when he responds like that to just a simple white nightgown, it makes her want. the respect he shows is endearing. she loves it. loves him. but she really doesn't want to be respected, right now.
shinobu reaches around him to tug the door closed, ignoring the delighted smile on her lips and the way her cheeks flush. )
... Thank you, Kyojuro. I- ... Forgive me for being needy, but, I simply can't be satisfied with that alone for your goodnight kiss.
( she debates stepping to the bed playfully but decides to just rest in his arms for right now- her bringing up her plans for seduction surely make her message quite clear, and she craves warmth, too. )
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[Perhaps he isn't entirely surprised. The thought had crossed his mind. But unlike some of the other slayers, Shinobu was more than a sparring partner turned into a bed partner. He had valued her intelligence, her wit, her skill in battle, and above all, the way she handled the children in her care. From moment one, she was always more to him, and thus required an equally reverent amount of care and -
courting. Akaza had used the word once for the two of them, and Kyojuro supposed it was as good enough as any.]
I suspect I will be apologizing for leaving you wanting for the rest of my days. [He says it with a faint smile, amusement dancing in his eyes. But it's clear that he's far more distracted by the implication of her words.
Really, it could be considered a flaw of his, the way he so ardently respects women. Not in the day to day sense, of course, but when it comes to a situation like this, he's almost hesitant to make the first move.
But that isn't what it is, is it? Shinobu is here, and his arms are steadily twining around her and pulling her close. He feels the fabric against his hands, and laments choosing to wear his uniform, given how little skin it bares of his own. He'd love to feel every inch of her around him and - ]
I can give you a real kiss, if that is what you desire? [But they both know it isn't. Or at least, not all she desires. Still, he needs her to say as much outright. Blah, blah, chivalry or something.]
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( it's a little difficult to bring him in closer when she just barely meets his chin standing up properly. there's something fun to her about the contrast in their clothes, like one of mitsuri's stories.
one hand reaches up for his hair while the other rests on his arm with a soft hum of approval.
if it's on her to take the lead, that's fine. it's something that she shouldn't be coy about regardless- not for too long, anyways. )
I want far more than that, Kyojuro... but that would be a lovely start.
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I see.
[He grants her her wish — her initial one, at least — although perhaps not in the way she might have expected. Rather than kneeling down to kiss her, his arms tighten around her form, lifting her up so that she might wrap her legs around him. From there, crushing his lips to hers is an effortless matter, offering a greedy kiss — one that has simmered with unspoken desire for far too long.]
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( despite the surprise, a smile lights up her face and she holds on as he lifts her, laughing softly as her heart flutters at the display. anything she may have had to say gets forgotten... but under the heat of that kiss, can anyone blame her?
shinobu wraps her arms around his neck, meeting him in earnest as her fingers dig into his hair, her legs shifting around his hips as the nightgown gathers and drapes at her own. it isn't quite what she'd wanted all those months ago but she wants it all the same.
or maybe this is a need, with how desperately she holds onto him. )
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In all honesty, he did not expect for things to move this fast. It felt like they had only just repaired their relationship. But Shinobu seemed more than eager, and it isn't as if he has the willpower to say no.
He takes a step toward the bed, then another, but his movements are rather distracted. He's far more focused on the way their mouths move together, and with the way Shinobu's form feels against his own.]
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shinobu can't help but shift in his grip, like she's showing him exactly what he'll get in a handful. all the while she presses against him (or rather, pulls him into her), so even when she has to finally pull away for air, chest heaving and cheeks flushed, he's close. )
Kyojuro...
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I'm here. [He angles his head to brush his lips over her cheek.] Tell me what you need.
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what does she need? she almost laughs. )
You. I need you.
( her voice is almost a whisper. for a moment she wants to hide, because its- different right now than her other encounters, and she's a bit... not quite embarrassed, but a part of her feels bashful.
she shuts that down with pulling him into another heated kiss and tugging him towards her, like she can drag him down to the bed like this. )
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Shinobu wants him. Despite it all.
It takes only a second to recover, but it's certainly a second that Shinobu will be able to pick up on. As soon as he does find himself on the proper foot, though, he is back in motion once more. Shinobu's incessant tugging tells him all he needs. He lays her down upon the bed, resting on his elbows on either side of her and bracketing her in. His mouth drifts downward, grazing over her jaw, then down her neck.]
Then you shall have me. Every bit of me, Shinobu Kocho.
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her heart skips a beat at the sensation; there's a gasp as she practically surrenders her throat to him- )
Please-
( that promise is all she's wanted, after all. )
probably a good place to slap an nsfw tag on this OOP
She feels so warm, so alive. It reminds him of every forbidden fantasy that had crossed his mind back home. He hadn't been sure if that was to be their course back then. And once it had been confirmed, there were more pressing matters.
But he is here now, finally allowing his mouth to drift lower, and tracing over her collarbone. He shifts a bit, moving his weight to his knees to free up his arms. His hands return to her thighs, then begin to slide upward as they drag her nightgown with it.]
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( can he feel how her heart starts pounding in her chest? how her back arches slightly to meet him as he works her up? one hand falls to the bed, clutching at the sheets beside her head as she turns to give him more access, legs squeezing together instinctively before she relaxes a bit again.
beneath the nightgown he'll find a soft silky fabric awaits.
it's almost unfair how giddily eager she is, just a thin white layer keeping him from her... and he's still fully dressed.
inhaling, she finally lets go of him fully, working his first layer open with the buttons delicately as he draws out soft whines she's not even aware she's making. )
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Especially when she's working away at his buttons, focused on a task that he would be remiss to interrupt.
In the end, though, he settles for kiss, stolen quickly before he reels back far enough to properly shed that nightgown. Like this, he allows his gaze to roam over her nearly bare form, studying the swell of her chest, the span of her abdomen, and the curve of her hips. Everything is as beautiful as he would have expected — perhaps even more so.]
Shinobu.
[His hands fall to wherever they rest upon his own clothes, gathering her wrists into one hand and lifting them away. It gives him the perfect angle to kiss back down, following the span of an arm until he reaches the shoulder, then releasing once more.]
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she almost protests as he pulls her hands away but quickly falls silent as she realizes just how easily he can restrain her with just one hand- her cheeks quickly flush, and it only worsens as he begins peppering kisses down her arm. )
Kyojuro... ah, you're still dressed though...
( there's an uncharacteristic bashfulness to her voice. each kiss feels like a spark against her skin, chaining together in an electrifying feeling up her arm, making her heart flutter and something coil within in excitement. )
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So I am! [He lifts his hand to the buttons she had yet reached, then pauses.] Would you like to do the honors? I will not interrupt you this time!
[Probably. Maybe he can manage to hold himself back by instead simply taking in the sight of her body. It's clear that her presence, as it is, is doing something for him. A faint flush has worked its way down his neck, and judging by the way he shifts a little into a more comfortable position, that heat has begun to pool elsewhere as well.]
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Hm~.
( she props herself up with a coy smile before pushing herself up to catch him in a kiss, her fingers working at his clothes again. the kiss lasts too briefly, and she gives a coy look. )
Perhaps I could use a bit of hand, since you are in uniform... unless you like it like that?
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That would be - [Delightful? Incredible?] Improper, wouldn't you say?
[To tarnish his uniform would be quite the grievance. And yet at the same time, it would simultaneously feel like an insult to Shinobu. He has slain countless demons, their ash likely lingering in the very fiber of his clothing.
Instead, he finds himself reaching to begin untwining the belt from around his waist.]
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( she giggles a bit, eyeing the way he flusters. she might just need to get him to go through with it another time, if only because she can see just how much the idea excited him- kyojuro is a man who acts on principle entirely, and will deny himself what he wants if anything seems even the slightest bit untoward.
he really does need to be pampered more. another time, she might.
for now though, she works on prying off his clothes, though her movements become a bit more desperate as she tries to free him from it all. she's been waiting too long, and she wants him now. )
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Unfortunately, though, the haori being removed does someway slow their progress. He parts from their kiss with a somewhat sheepish look, before carefully turning at the waist long enough to fold it Family heirloom and all. Yes, it gets in the way of the ~moment~, but surely Shinobu would feel the same.
Eventually, though, he returns to her, shrugging off the undone shirt. Stripped down to nothing more than his undergarments — thankfully as modern as Shinobu's own, he slips between her legs once more.]
Better?
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( shinobu doesn't mind him taking the time to treat precious things as they deserve. she would be a hypocrite if she did- and besides, it gives her time to admire him more. one is allowed to eat the eye candy, after all.
as he closes the distance again, she spreads her legs for him, knowing it leaves the damp spot on her panties visible. he's barely touched her but every gesture has set her on fire. and now that he's bare before her, she can return the favor. delicate hands trace up his chest.
scars are hard to look at, sometimes. the one from his death, especially. and yet they're also beautiful declarations of survival. she herself has some deep cuts and clawmarks along her arms arms, and the cuts of doma's fans linger too, she knows. both have some hard truths etched into their bodies. )
... Would you rather I not touch certain scars, love?
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But he does join her, gaze briefly flicking between her legs before settling on her face. As he fingers trace along his skin, his own come to rest against her face. He leans in to steal a kiss, deep but fleeting, before tilting back.]
All except the center most one. [They know which one. And while before he really would not have minded any affection being administered there, it's... a bit of a problem now. The last thing he wants is witnesses to their sacred meeting, especially once as, ah... controversial, as Akaza.]
And you?
[His fingers fall to the outside edge of the ones left by the demon who ruined her. Or at least, he thinks it's his. He wasn't exactly familiar with her body before, but these still seem newer.]