[It's almost maddening how she keeps her lips so close to his, silently agreeing with her. It was fantastic, feeling a little dizzy by how she'd returned the building intensity of their kiss, her eyes mesmerizing him and ensnaring his attention- this is where he wants to be, and in the heat of the moment he can't imagine doing anything else but being intimate with her. The sensation of his chest buzzing with want for her doesn't die down, and Yoimiya has ensured his fate when her fingers curl into his shoulders and she captures him once again in a heated, passionate kiss.
There's no resistance on his end, small murmurs of satisfaction and need bubbling up from his throat. Every sweep of his lips against hers is equally tender and sensual, yet also containing a growing morsel of desire that starts to brew in the pit of his stomach. Tartaglia's arm around her moves so his hand grips into her hip, fingers kneading into it as the other hand slides from her cheek and into her hair.
A haze seems to overtake his mind, pushing any other thoughts out of his mind and replacing it with Yoimiya, his manners the only thing keeping his hands from wandering too far from their current positions.]
Yoimiya, [he moans, pressing in for another open-mouthed kiss before releasing again,] can I...?
[The hand on her hip shifts lower, wanting to grab more of her, to help satiate this feeling that is starting to envelop him. Just one touch, he swears that's all he needs...]
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There's no resistance on his end, small murmurs of satisfaction and need bubbling up from his throat. Every sweep of his lips against hers is equally tender and sensual, yet also containing a growing morsel of desire that starts to brew in the pit of his stomach. Tartaglia's arm around her moves so his hand grips into her hip, fingers kneading into it as the other hand slides from her cheek and into her hair.
A haze seems to overtake his mind, pushing any other thoughts out of his mind and replacing it with Yoimiya, his manners the only thing keeping his hands from wandering too far from their current positions.]
Yoimiya, [he moans, pressing in for another open-mouthed kiss before releasing again,] can I...?
[The hand on her hip shifts lower, wanting to grab more of her, to help satiate this feeling that is starting to envelop him. Just one touch, he swears that's all he needs...]