[He'll definitely take advantage of the green light she's given him, letting his hands run all over her body as she washes him, taking advantage of when she's left her chest wide open to let her breasts meld against his palms. His eyes transfix on them for a few moments before he moves again to pay attention to other areas of her skin, from her shoulders to her sides and back down to her ass, imprinting his touch onto her so when she closes her eyes after he leaves Inazuma, she'll still be able to feel him caressing her softly in the bath until the next time they meet.
In turn, Yoimiya's lips against his own always serve to intoxicate him, drinking her in as her hands travel across his body. He's glad to return the desperate need in her kiss, partaking of her as if she were a fountain of life-giving water that he would perish without. Tartaglia breaks from her, breathless and wanting, the ghost of her fingertips still present on his skin where she'd cleaned him, wishing they had traveled just a little farther down.]
Be careful what you wish for. I already have the urge to take you with me.
[And other urges too, feeling himself rise underneath her, his length bumping up against her butt as want fills him. Her kiss has the power to turn him into a puddle of goo, eyes cloudy as he looks up at her, gaze filled with adoration.]
But at this rate I'd almost say you're the one trying to get me to stay. You know, it's really unfair what you've managed to do to me in such a short amount of time.
[His hand snakes around the back of her head, pulling her downward into him once again to slot his lips with hers, making sure each pass of his lips are slow and deliberate. Love pours from him, lips tingling with the sensation of her mouth against his own, deepening their kiss as he drowns in it. He tries not to think that this is one of the few last times he'll get to kiss her until he leaves, so he's making every second count- and making sure Yoimiya knows how much he adores her so she'll never feel as if she should ever have to question his feelings while he's away.]
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In turn, Yoimiya's lips against his own always serve to intoxicate him, drinking her in as her hands travel across his body. He's glad to return the desperate need in her kiss, partaking of her as if she were a fountain of life-giving water that he would perish without. Tartaglia breaks from her, breathless and wanting, the ghost of her fingertips still present on his skin where she'd cleaned him, wishing they had traveled just a little farther down.]
Be careful what you wish for. I already have the urge to take you with me.
[And other urges too, feeling himself rise underneath her, his length bumping up against her butt as want fills him. Her kiss has the power to turn him into a puddle of goo, eyes cloudy as he looks up at her, gaze filled with adoration.]
But at this rate I'd almost say you're the one trying to get me to stay. You know, it's really unfair what you've managed to do to me in such a short amount of time.
[His hand snakes around the back of her head, pulling her downward into him once again to slot his lips with hers, making sure each pass of his lips are slow and deliberate. Love pours from him, lips tingling with the sensation of her mouth against his own, deepening their kiss as he drowns in it. He tries not to think that this is one of the few last times he'll get to kiss her until he leaves, so he's making every second count- and making sure Yoimiya knows how much he adores her so she'll never feel as if she should ever have to question his feelings while he's away.]