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[ A little noise of protest escapes when he pulls back, and there's a moment where Ritsuka tries to chase after him before what he's saying registers. Oh. Hmm. ]

Y, yeah. That's uh, that's probably a good idea just... give me a second...

[ Frankly, she's not sure she can walk right now. She needs a moment! ]

...Really?

[He lets out a breathless not-quite-laugh, his air catching in his throat. She's really that affected...how can he not feel a rush of pure erotic power at that? She feels so pliant in his arms, ready to be swept away. —And he could. He can, if he pushes a little with his magecraft; it's not like he's not very used to using it to augment his strength in things like this.

Maybe not quite like this, but,

His arms go around her, just to hold her closer and feel the thrill of her body pressed to his, but then he goes further: scooping her up bridal style, with a faint blue skin-glow of his magic circuits, to carry her down the hall.]

Wh--?!

[ She's not even sure what she meant to say with that, but it's a startled squeak, and then she throws her arms around his neck, wide-eyed and clingy. Whoa?! That's kind of--

Well, to be honest, it's pretty hot. She usually only gets carried in a potato sack hold. This is new and exciting!

She buries her face against his shoulder and lets that muffle her pleased embarrassment. ]

[Really, he'd just wanted to get them down the hall to his room, and maybe pleasantly surprise her a little; he hadn't expected her to like it this much. But as he walks her down the hall, he lets himself revel in the contact too: his hand on her thighs to hold her up, her face pressed against him and the warm puff of her breath...he shivers, carrying her to his room and nudging the door open with his foot so he can carry her over to the bed.]

...Hope you don't mind.

It's... it's fine...

[ More than fine, which feels blatantly obvious right now. She turns her head just enough to peek up at him, still wide-eyed. Is this what it feels like to be a blushing maiden?? ]

I mean, I, that's... this is pretty nice...

[It's dim in his room, the lights off, but it's not late enough to be dark in there yet; he decides to leave the lights off as he passes the switch on the way to the bed with her. Mood lighting?! His hands are full of her anyway, and he's a little reluctant to set her down once they're at his bedside...holding her feels nice. But he wants to see her on his bed, too. He lays her down carefully, sliding one knee onto the bed next to her. Just climbing right in is...he's a little shy about that much.]

...I'll do that any time you want. It feels good to hold you.

[ She blinks up at him, slow and soft, then reaches a hand up towards him. This is his bed, after all; it feels a little strange to her that he would lay her down like this, and not join. Maybe it is just being shy? And if it is, she wants to be clear about her invitation. ]

I mean--I've definitely learned I like cuddling, so--hey, come here?

Heh . . . I'm a little new to it. You might have to walk me through this.

[There's a teasing note in his voice, though, as he slides onto the bed with her to take her into his arms. Teach me, Cuddles-senpai! It's my first time! At least for snuggling up to her, it's not quite the first—but there's also plenty of truth in his joke that he's not used to this kind of contact.]

I'll do my best.

[ Once he's on the bed and tucked up next to her, Ritsuka turns to burrow closer against him, letting one small hand slip under the hem of his shirt to rest against the small of his back. She doesn't try more than that just yet: just the warm weight of skin on skin, more intimate than other casual contact would be. Here it is, a first step. ]

I guess I should start with--I'm not that delicate, you know? You don't have to worry about hurting me. And I'll tell you if I don't like it.

What, am I not cuddling you hard enough?

[But his breath catches at the touch of her hand. It's a small point of contact, yeah, but it's skin to skin, and more than that—it feels like the first permission to reciprocate. He lets his own hand do the same, sliding up the back of her shirt just an inch, enough to feel the heat of her skin on his fingertips.]

[ ...well. If she's going to make the joke, she needs to make it now, before they get too involved or she overthinks it into embarrassing herself: ]

You can go as hard as you want, trust me.

[That gets a hiccuping little laugh out of him, surprised, but he finds he's smiling widely even as he's mildly shocked. Mildly! He's coming to expect this from her now!]

That and tying you up? I'm beginning to see what your tastes are like.

I have a whole range of tastes, actually. I like all sorts of things.

[ She drums her fingers against his back, beaming. He laughed! He thought it was funny! She meant it, but she's also relieved that he took it as the joke it was supposed to be. ]

But seriously. You don't have to worry about touching me wrong. I'll tell you if you do, but I really do like a whole lot of things.

. . . Okay. Got it. You know the same goes for you, right? You can do whatever you want. It's all worked out just peachy for me so far. . . . I wouldn't mind doing some more of it, if we've got this outta the way for now.

[Hmm. On a whim, he slips his hand up her back a little higher, curls his fingers to press the blunt edges of his nails against her skin, and then drags those down. Just a little. Just enough to make his point.]

I--!

[ Oh, that was good. That was very good, and Ritsuka arches her back to press into that touch, her eyes wide. There's the beginning of a flush on her cheeks and a noticeable hitch in her breathing. ]

That's, uh--that's good--

I had a feeling you'd say that.

[Her face—at first he was just looking at it, but now he's looking at it, hunger creeping into his expression as he tries that again. This time he drags his hand up higher, low between her shoulders, so it can pull all the way down her back to just above her waistline in one long drag of his nails. And he watches, to see that flush on her face.]

Ah--

[ What is she supposed to do or say in response to that? All she can manage is a stuttered gasp, her eyes wide and dark as she stares back at him, only half-focused. Her own hand, pressed against his back, curls as well, though she doesn't try to move it yet. A beat later, she crowds even closer to him, leaning in for a kiss. ]

[Good, because if she didn't, he was about to: he meets her firmly, pressing his lips greedily to hers, shifting his body up against her. Part of him wants to be on her, but he can't touch her back like that, so for now he faces her on his side, holding her close with that arm and letting his hand stray curiously, carelessly over her back as they kiss, only sometimes using his nails. He wants it to be a surprise when he turns them on her, so he can feel that jolt go through her, right up against him like this.]

[ It turns out, she's very responsive; every time his nails catch her skin, she jerks against him, panting into his mouth in short, shaky bursts. Little whines rise up in her throat the longer this goes on, and she squirms with a growing frantic edge to the motion. Like so many things, once Ritsuka gives herself permission for something, she throws herself into it with wholehearted enthusiasm. Hopefully he's into that, ]

[It's incredible to his little virgin brain, honestly, inasmuch as he can think about it or anything else at all right now—who knew girls got this into it? Is she special?! Who cares—how the hell did he get lucky enough to be able to do this with, and to, her? The more she reacts, the more he needs to chase those reactions, so he can enjoy them over and over again. He moves on instinct, dragging his teeth sharply over her lip as he finally just jerks her shirt up in the back so he can reach her skin better. Kadoc isn't paying much attention to his own reactions right now, for once, but his breath is so sharp and fast he can barely hold the kiss, and his skin is flushed with heat all over.]

...!

[ She's the one who has to break the kiss when he yanks her shirt up, tilting her head back to gasp for breath. The flush has definitely spread to her chest, which heaves with the effort of her breathing. Her own hands paw helplessly at his back, his arms, whatever she can reach. Just because she isn't a virgin anymore doesn't mean this isn't still relatively new for her, either.

And it is brand-new in its own way. She's never done this with him. This is learning him as much as anything else. ]

Ah, mnn, that's--that's good--

[His mouth is free now, and suddenly Kadoc's spoiled for choice on what to do with it. There's too much he wants to be doing! First comes breathing, though; he pants for air, throat working before he can even hope to speak again. It gives him a good moment to look down at her under him like this, and that sends a shudder of heat through his body. Ritsuka...]

I...I wanna see more of you. Can I?

[He finally manages that much, hands drawing back to begin tugging at the hem of her shirt.]

...Yeah.

[ That sounds good to her, too. When he tugs at her shirt this time, she arches her back to help, squirming to adjust where necessary. Her bra is relatively plain under that: black with a single small ribbon between the cups. It's low-cut, which is probably the most notable thing about it. ]

...

Tah-dah.

[Ta-da!! That surprises another little laugh out of him, bright with surprise but dulled, thickened by arousal. He feels pleasantly drugged with it. Can you get drunk on seeing a cute girl's bra? In your bed? Touching it feels like another big step, but...she's offering, right? Kadoc takes one finger first and traces it down between her breasts, feeling the warm smoothness of her cleavage. Wow,]

...Wow.

[Wow.]

[ She giggles, breathless, shivering under the slow trajectory of his finger. It's like his laughter pulls an answer out of her in turn, and she can't help the response. She's happy! Of course the romantic in her places significant weight on this step, but seeing and hearing (and feeling) him enjoy himself is just as good. ]

Still like what you see, I take it...?

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