[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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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.]