[ Yamada is always charmed by that smile. It doesn't matter if it's for cake or describing smashing someone's teeth in, it's pleasing. He just wishes he had a camera in time to catch her short, private show but perhaps it's for the best it's just something that existed for a second in reality and forever in his head.
The casual ease she uses and reminds him of her power is welcome too. He wants to be more comfortable being himself, which in his case is being a lot of things in rapid succession. Her durability is a plus- he's forced his chilled-out attitude to prevent himself from hurting people. When 'explosive temper' isn't entirely a metaphor, it's something of a necessity. ]
Please do. [ Yamada broadens his stance, and there's a quiver of anticipation. Biting is... nice. Why they're all on the right side of his body is another question he wants answered. Part of him is visualising her clinging to him, nibbling for attention or to ward off rivals. But he offers up his left side for now. ] Try making them as symmetrical as possible, so they're easier to compare.
[ There are plenty of spots to choose from- his pec, around the nipple, his shoulder, a few trailing down his arm, and one he especially enjoys right between his thumb and forefinger. It looks beautiful and feels especially intimate. ]
[ An explosive temper is certainly something Kori can relate to. While one could never say she forced any aspect of herself, they could say she... tried to keep some control. Not always easy for someone who feels emotions as intensely as she does to do. Sometimes it's also not something she quite understands either. Why some humans act as though there's something noble to hold back against an enemy.
Her bright smile softens ever so as she floats forward to close any distance between them. When she speaks her voice is low and gentle. ]
Please. So polite... [ A hint of amusement burns in her green eyes as she searches him over. There's a story there in the pattern and locations-- a reason to it all. If she's overly curious about it her expression certainly doesn't betray it. And really she isn't. He's not hurt, seems pleased aside from the blank spot in his memory. The thought that they both had fun is good enough for her without details. The past is the past.
Besides it makes it fun to discover again. ]
Mm, I will do my best.
[ Lightly she runs a finger along his pec, traces a circle there before she moves over to his shoulder. Once there she dances her fingers down with a contemplative look on her face. Is she teasing a tiny bit? Maybe. Or she could say she's just warming the skin up with the natural heat that comes from her alien body.
When her fingers reach his hand she threads her fingers into his and leans forward to go for her first bite: his shoulder. She nips once there, as gentle as her strength let's her. It's still enough to leave the ghost of a mark there. Slowly she pulls her lips off and then goes for another, this time a real bite with enough strength to almost break the skin. Gently she brushes her lips against it with a kiss. Hunger starts to burn hotter inside of her reflecting in the growing yellow trail of her hair. As if with a mind of it's own it curls around them, brushing up against his back.
With a little less care for her strength she yanks his hand up and looks to to him to meet his eyes with hers. The green glows bright as she sinks her teeth into that soft spot between the thumb and finger. A tingle of pleasure shivers through her and she let's her mouth linger there before sliding over to his thumb. Tongue out she licks it and then nips the tip. ]
Mmmmmm. I cannot quite place what you taste like...
[ Yamada has more conflict in him than he likes to let on- he was once a crybaby, and later constantly furious, and now he holds feelings tight behind a smile. He finds battle simultaneously exciting and yet dislikes causing harm, so he makes it all a game.
There’s no mixed feelings about this, though. His muscles tense on contact, but relax swiftly- her warmth is soothing and enticing. He loves heat, and has bathed in sources of it that would kill an ordinary man, as metal, stone, magma. His human form however, is just right to receive her warmth and the pressure of her mouth- he breathes steadily through the softer bite, but it hitches from the force of the second. ]
Mm. That's bringing something back.
[ Yamada delights in being wrapped in her hair, his free. hand almost instictively running fingers through it. But it’s when she bites that sensitive spot on his hand that he really lets out a gasp- ] X’hal!
[ He laughs, after that exclamation. Clearly lodged in his subconscious. He braces himself on her, hand on Kori’s hip, knowing his weight is nothing to her strength. His thumb flexes against her teeth and tongue. As for his taste, there are some unique elements there- a hint of a metallic tang, remnants of prior forms lingering. If she tastes him in a few days, he might taste completely different. ]
Mmm… well, you're working welcome to keep trying until you work it out.
[ They're soft encouraging words that come out in between a few more nibbles on his thumb. Live in the now. It's a sentiment she tries to encourage in others and in herself. Sometimes it works better than others. This is a now she could most assuredly get lost in and she wants it to be the same for him.
The familiar exclamation causes a laugh to bubble up and out of her again. Genuine and crystal clear it rings out freely like loud chimes clanging together. Unbridled joy. Many bottle it up out of a fear of looking forward, but that's not so for her. There is no foolishness in showing another your happiness. The warmth from her hair grows with the strength of her emotions, not enough to cause harm yet, but that would surely shift if her emotions kept growing in strength.
The sensation of his hand on her hip certainly does little good to help quell her emotional state. Moving a hand to his back she digs her nails in and yanks him even closer to her and bites down against his thumb, harder still. When she removes her mouth she traces her tongue along the bite she left, only to go down again on that spot that brought out the gasp of X'hal. Nails dig in harder as she pulls him into the bite with her a fraction of her strength, giving less care than she perhaps should to what sort of damage might be done. The metallic tang is the only reason she pulls back, licking her lips as she does so. ]
Metallic and... [ she shakes her head back causing her hair to brush against his back, still not loosening the grip her nails have on him as she mulls over other tastes. ] Something sweetly sour...? [ like a candy of some kind perhaps? or a fruit? hmm, she's not certain. ]
Mmm… ah… [ It’s heavenly, the heat and sting of her nails. She’s like a living spa. He doesn't shy away from her inhuman biology. Far from it, he happily buries his face into her hair, eyes closed, and takes a deep breath of her scent. His voice is always a deep rumble, but now it's extra low. ] Easy for you to say… I don't want to forget anything about you.
[ The second bite makes his entire body tense, especially obvious now he's pressed right up against Kori. It hurts, but he loves it. At her comment, on the taste, another memory comes up- of stirring drinks with a candy finger. No wonder its all a blur! ]
Like… this?
[ He pulls his face out of her hair, and sticks out his tongue- which is stripped in sour candy colours. And invitation for what must be the most delicious kiss ever devised. ]
Ah, [ the ah comes out in a low sound almost like a quiet purr. ] but if you were to forget, I could remind you again. [ A positive to be found in everything. That's the way she enjoys trying to see things. Sometimes it's not even trying, just the natural first thoughts that come to her mind. Holding back, in every way one could use the world, is still something she struggles with understanding.
Shivers ripple through her as he buries his face in her hair. There he'll find himself welcomed by the scents of jasmine and a faint tang of the sea. In reaction to his tension she lessens the grip of her nails on his back so she can use her forefinger to trace a gentle circle around her own nail mark. Perhaps a strange way to claim it. One will never really know for sure.
A fleeting disappointment came when he took his face from her hair-- luckily she's met with a pleasant invitation to alleviate that. Once more her nails go in and she pulls herself into an explosion of a kiss. Something both claiming and savoring at the time, holding back little in the way she uses her own tongue to taste. The sweet sends shivers through her and the sour prickles in a strangely pleasant way that only makes her want more. ]
[ Yamada is totally intoxicated by the experience, more than happy to be covered in physical evidence of Kori’s attention. He’s always struggled with being wanted and getting close. Having someone cover you in marks and proudly claim them is thrilling. His arm loops entirely around her waist, and he keeps up with her heated kiss, matching her energy with his tongue sliding across hers to spread the flavour deliberately.
When he pulls back, the slight stickiness it adds to their saliva leaves a shimmering string between them, catching the light of her eyes. ]
Mmm… New meaning to sweet kisses… [ He nuzzles up against her jawline, giving a little nip of his own. Far more restrained than Kori’s, at least at first. After a second, he tries something closer to hers, with the strength of a human jaw, on her shoulder. He isn’t sure if it’ll even leave a dent, but he’s betting she’ll appreciate the effort. ] I could get used to this…
[ His whole body presses against her, chasing heat, chasing her touch- if it hurts, it’s only more stimulation. More thrilling to be with someone who he can relax around, and she can let herself go with him too. ]
[ Kori seems to feed off his feelings of intoxication and enjoyment. A special sort of satisfaction comes from bringing pleasure and joy to another. It's a feeling one could easily get drunk off of and she does just that-- allows herself to get lost in the kiss. The flavors from his tongue explode in her mouth and she's hungry for every taste she can steal.
A tiny moan slips out of her lips when he pulls back. Green pupilless sparkle as they watch the shimmering string with a mischievous look as she licks a little sticky residue off her lips. No shame. ]
Delicious. [ A breathy quality finds it's way into her voice with the words coming out slow and deliberate. As he nuzzles she leans into him, pushes ever so in an encouraging way, pleased when he seems to get her gentle hint. A jolt of pleasure burns through her at the bite prompting a girlish laugh from her. Alien physiology means it's not enough to break through skin, barely enough to leave a mark, but the attempt brings her joy in and of herself. The fact that he did so without fear that her skin might burn him. ] See? It's fun to make new memories.
[ Perhaps it's a bit bold of her, too far, but she doesn't stop to think. A pink sort of energy dances around her fingers with a low heat radiating off it. When she touches his chest near the pec it's with her palm down there's enough heat to leave an imprint. Not a scorch, nothing that would burn through skin, but just enough to leave the ghost of her hand there when she pulls it back. ]
[ Yamada catches his breath, licking his lips too. Her audible appreciation of his actions sends a tingle down his spine. He hasn’t noticed it’s literal, a tiny electrical spark flowing across his skin. It’s reasonably rare for his abilities to activate without him willing them to, but Kori has a unique talent for drawing out a certain lack of restraint. Psychosomatic feelings become real.
Another more obvious example follows the scalding touch. First, he moans, then bites his lower lip, his entire body quivering. His eyes dart down to his chest, then back up to her, a wide-eyed expression. He repeats the glances back and forth a few times, and somewhere between them, his pupils have morphed into heart shapes, with similar markings on his irises, expanding from the pupils.
He loves it. It’s so raw and real. His body is less of a thing he occupies and more of a thing he does, and Kori is treating him like a graffiti rule. He feels like a work of art. ]
That’s… ah… [ He touches a hand to the welt, tracing around the fingers with a tip. The hand turns to ice and yet curiously retains the bite mark. Where the bruise once was, the ice is black, and the indents remain carved in the solid surface. It crackles and tinkles as the digits move. After a moment, he reaches out to cup her face with the cold hand and the flesh hand at once, letting her feel the contrast as he pulls her into another kiss. This one is short, firm and infatuated. ] Go on. Draw on me. Do whatever you want with my body. I’m loaning it to you.
[ Kori might feel the spark but she hardly reacts other than to let slip a playful chuckle that rolls into a purr. Feline ancestry comes out to play while toying with more primal urges.
Strange for Koriand'r to find something she has not quite seen before. Heart eyes, well, that's new. New is exciting. A positive reaction even if she feels a stirring of guilt inside of her for harming him. Even if it's strikingly clear he's found no issue with it himself. Conflict swirls in her, a desire to let go more, and a hesitation to really cause too much harm to someone. An emotional contras to match his contrasting hands.
Sensations rush through her at his touch, goosebumps prickle her orange skin, and her warmth dims ever so at the touch of his cold hand. The feeling of sudden cold brings a pleasant jolt, one she's rather unused to given her naturally high body temperature. She leans into the cold hand more, presses herself against it as though she were desperately trying to find an answer to a question. Is this how humans feel in winter?
A curious thought.
But one that fades at the taste of his too short kiss. It's greedy but she wants more. ] I would not want to hurt such a lovely form too much. [ Though even as she says that her fingers press into him, not warm enough to leave a mark but dangerously close, as she pulls him back to her mouth. Lips press hard against his, hard and wanting, as her hair flares to life again at the tips. Individual strands dance around, burning yellow ends threatening to singe his back like falling stars. ]
[ Yamada rarely feels deeply certain about much at all. Conflict and repression are his usual states. Right now, he's fully given to the moment. The sensation of a few molecules thick sheen melting on her warm skin is a pleasing, pins and needles sensation, the water still part of him. Feeling himself trail down her jaw and neck as a lingering drop. That she leans into it makes his heart pound, the low throb of the handprint on his chest mingling with it. There's so much to take in, and all his senses open to catch them all.
Yamada wraps his arms around her as she takes a kiss, with strength he'd never be able to deny and passion he'd never want to. His ice hand is the one that ends up behind her head, tangled in her heated hair, while his flesh and blood plays at the small of Kori's back. After a moment, Yamada pushes up into the air with his bare feet. Asking her to lift him up with her floating. Just before the heated hairtips fall on his back like cinders. He's unashamedly vocal in his appreciation of the kiss, and each stinging burn earns a brief pitch drop and a squeeze of his arms.
Yamada could stop it to tell her he'll be fine, no matter what she does. Instead, he plays his tongue over hers to spread that addictively sweet-sour taste, drawing back only so far as to sink his teeth into Koriand'r's lower lip. With a clank, his jaw's strength increases as Yamada reworks it, a steel trap to add pressure twice as strong as the last bite.
He hopes the message gets through- she doesn't need any conflict. ]
[ What an interesting sensation it all is. Like nothing else she's had on Earth or elsewhere. Heart heart beats faster as his arms go around her and she just wants more. Steam comes off her hair from the collusion of ice and the warmth that glows within her. A tiny laugh threatens to bubble out of her as a tiny trickle of water manages to tickle her before it evaporates fully. If her mouth were not pressed so fervently to him she surely would be laughing right now. For now though all the comes out is a pleasant tiny high pitched moan that again almost resembles a purr.
Of course she understands what he's asking and she responds by securing her arm tightly around his waste, warm hand sliding down his lower back with demanding strength. As they rise she arches her back into him and wraps a leg tightly around him to entwine them together. The other hand snakes it's way around his neck, warm fingers pressing down needily, threatening to leave little fingerprints everywhere she touches.
A quiver of a gasp comes out as he sinks his teeth in, the strength catching her off guard. A spike of heat rushes through her hair from scalp to tip causing it to once again flare out around her like the streak of a comet. Green eyes grow ever brighter with excitement and curiosity. Her tongue slips out to lick where he's bitten, not strong enough to crack her skin, but enough to make it sensitive to the touch. With a smirk she runs her tongue against his lower lip and then bites him there in kind. Strong and forceful, an attempt to mimic what he had done. ]
[ Even as the droplets evaporate, they're still Yamada. Being water here is interesting. It's so hard to do something to it that can't be undone, and he has the thin strings of water vapour flow around them. As they intermingle so tightly, arms and legs locking together, it forms their own private cloud, thin as it is.
The cloud crackles with mild static as Kori responds to the bite, joining the pleased shuddering of his muscles at the sight of her exploring the effect he had on her lips. It took spring loading his jaw, a reworking of the internal mechanisms to make her feel it. Yamada feels a sense of pride and smirks in that breathy pause in the kiss. He prepares to say something so his lungs are nice and full when she moves in again- a cute 'ah' followed by a loud and low moan when she sinks her teeth in. His lip splits and his limbs cling to her tighter, the cloud rumbling. ]
X'hal! [ He manages to get out with one free lip, choosing that exclamation on instinct. He nearly reshapes his lip to counter the pressure reflexively but resists. He wants to feel it all. ] You're the best!
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The casual ease she uses and reminds him of her power is welcome too. He wants to be more comfortable being himself, which in his case is being a lot of things in rapid succession. Her durability is a plus- he's forced his chilled-out attitude to prevent himself from hurting people. When 'explosive temper' isn't entirely a metaphor, it's something of a necessity. ]
Please do. [ Yamada broadens his stance, and there's a quiver of anticipation. Biting is... nice. Why they're all on the right side of his body is another question he wants answered. Part of him is visualising her clinging to him, nibbling for attention or to ward off rivals. But he offers up his left side for now. ] Try making them as symmetrical as possible, so they're easier to compare.
[ There are plenty of spots to choose from- his pec, around the nipple, his shoulder, a few trailing down his arm, and one he especially enjoys right between his thumb and forefinger. It looks beautiful and feels especially intimate. ]
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Her bright smile softens ever so as she floats forward to close any distance between them. When she speaks her voice is low and gentle. ]
Please. So polite... [ A hint of amusement burns in her green eyes as she searches him over. There's a story there in the pattern and locations-- a reason to it all. If she's overly curious about it her expression certainly doesn't betray it. And really she isn't. He's not hurt, seems pleased aside from the blank spot in his memory. The thought that they both had fun is good enough for her without details. The past is the past.
Besides it makes it fun to discover again. ]
Mm, I will do my best.
[ Lightly she runs a finger along his pec, traces a circle there before she moves over to his shoulder. Once there she dances her fingers down with a contemplative look on her face. Is she teasing a tiny bit? Maybe. Or she could say she's just warming the skin up with the natural heat that comes from her alien body.
When her fingers reach his hand she threads her fingers into his and leans forward to go for her first bite: his shoulder. She nips once there, as gentle as her strength let's her. It's still enough to leave the ghost of a mark there. Slowly she pulls her lips off and then goes for another, this time a real bite with enough strength to almost break the skin. Gently she brushes her lips against it with a kiss. Hunger starts to burn hotter inside of her reflecting in the growing yellow trail of her hair. As if with a mind of it's own it curls around them, brushing up against his back.
With a little less care for her strength she yanks his hand up and looks to to him to meet his eyes with hers. The green glows bright as she sinks her teeth into that soft spot between the thumb and finger. A tingle of pleasure shivers through her and she let's her mouth linger there before sliding over to his thumb. Tongue out she licks it and then nips the tip. ]
Mmmmmm. I cannot quite place what you taste like...
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There’s no mixed feelings about this, though. His muscles tense on contact, but relax swiftly- her warmth is soothing and enticing. He loves heat, and has bathed in sources of it that would kill an ordinary man, as metal, stone, magma. His human form however, is just right to receive her warmth and the pressure of her mouth- he breathes steadily through the softer bite, but it hitches from the force of the second. ]
Mm. That's bringing something back.
[ Yamada delights in being wrapped in her hair, his free. hand almost instictively running fingers through it. But it’s when she bites that sensitive spot on his hand that he really lets out a gasp- ] X’hal!
[ He laughs, after that exclamation. Clearly lodged in his subconscious. He braces himself on her, hand on Kori’s hip, knowing his weight is nothing to her strength. His thumb flexes against her teeth and tongue. As for his taste, there are some unique elements there- a hint of a metallic tang, remnants of prior forms lingering. If she tastes him in a few days, he might taste completely different. ]
Mmm… well, you're working welcome to keep trying until you work it out.
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[ They're soft encouraging words that come out in between a few more nibbles on his thumb. Live in the now. It's a sentiment she tries to encourage in others and in herself. Sometimes it works better than others. This is a now she could most assuredly get lost in and she wants it to be the same for him.
The familiar exclamation causes a laugh to bubble up and out of her again. Genuine and crystal clear it rings out freely like loud chimes clanging together. Unbridled joy. Many bottle it up out of a fear of looking forward, but that's not so for her. There is no foolishness in showing another your happiness. The warmth from her hair grows with the strength of her emotions, not enough to cause harm yet, but that would surely shift if her emotions kept growing in strength.
The sensation of his hand on her hip certainly does little good to help quell her emotional state. Moving a hand to his back she digs her nails in and yanks him even closer to her and bites down against his thumb, harder still. When she removes her mouth she traces her tongue along the bite she left, only to go down again on that spot that brought out the gasp of X'hal. Nails dig in harder as she pulls him into the bite with her a fraction of her strength, giving less care than she perhaps should to what sort of damage might be done. The metallic tang is the only reason she pulls back, licking her lips as she does so. ]
Metallic and... [ she shakes her head back causing her hair to brush against his back, still not loosening the grip her nails have on him as she mulls over other tastes. ] Something sweetly sour...? [ like a candy of some kind perhaps? or a fruit? hmm, she's not certain. ]
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[ The second bite makes his entire body tense, especially obvious now he's pressed right up against Kori. It hurts, but he loves it. At her comment, on the taste, another memory comes up- of stirring drinks with a candy finger. No wonder its all a blur! ]
Like… this?
[ He pulls his face out of her hair, and sticks out his tongue- which is stripped in sour candy colours. And invitation for what must be the most delicious kiss ever devised. ]
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Shivers ripple through her as he buries his face in her hair. There he'll find himself welcomed by the scents of jasmine and a faint tang of the sea. In reaction to his tension she lessens the grip of her nails on his back so she can use her forefinger to trace a gentle circle around her own nail mark. Perhaps a strange way to claim it. One will never really know for sure.
A fleeting disappointment came when he took his face from her hair-- luckily she's met with a pleasant invitation to alleviate that. Once more her nails go in and she pulls herself into an explosion of a kiss. Something both claiming and savoring at the time, holding back little in the way she uses her own tongue to taste. The sweet sends shivers through her and the sour prickles in a strangely pleasant way that only makes her want more. ]
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When he pulls back, the slight stickiness it adds to their saliva leaves a shimmering string between them, catching the light of her eyes. ]
Mmm… New meaning to sweet kisses… [ He nuzzles up against her jawline, giving a little nip of his own. Far more restrained than Kori’s, at least at first. After a second, he tries something closer to hers, with the strength of a human jaw, on her shoulder. He isn’t sure if it’ll even leave a dent, but he’s betting she’ll appreciate the effort. ] I could get used to this…
[ His whole body presses against her, chasing heat, chasing her touch- if it hurts, it’s only more stimulation. More thrilling to be with someone who he can relax around, and she can let herself go with him too. ]
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A tiny moan slips out of her lips when he pulls back. Green pupilless sparkle as they watch the shimmering string with a mischievous look as she licks a little sticky residue off her lips. No shame. ]
Delicious. [ A breathy quality finds it's way into her voice with the words coming out slow and deliberate. As he nuzzles she leans into him, pushes ever so in an encouraging way, pleased when he seems to get her gentle hint. A jolt of pleasure burns through her at the bite prompting a girlish laugh from her. Alien physiology means it's not enough to break through skin, barely enough to leave a mark, but the attempt brings her joy in and of herself. The fact that he did so without fear that her skin might burn him. ] See? It's fun to make new memories.
[ Perhaps it's a bit bold of her, too far, but she doesn't stop to think. A pink sort of energy dances around her fingers with a low heat radiating off it. When she touches his chest near the pec it's with her palm down there's enough heat to leave an imprint. Not a scorch, nothing that would burn through skin, but just enough to leave the ghost of her hand there when she pulls it back. ]
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Another more obvious example follows the scalding touch. First, he moans, then bites his lower lip, his entire body quivering. His eyes dart down to his chest, then back up to her, a wide-eyed expression. He repeats the glances back and forth a few times, and somewhere between them, his pupils have morphed into heart shapes, with similar markings on his irises, expanding from the pupils.
He loves it. It’s so raw and real. His body is less of a thing he occupies and more of a thing he does, and Kori is treating him like a graffiti rule. He feels like a work of art. ]
That’s… ah… [ He touches a hand to the welt, tracing around the fingers with a tip. The hand turns to ice and yet curiously retains the bite mark. Where the bruise once was, the ice is black, and the indents remain carved in the solid surface. It crackles and tinkles as the digits move. After a moment, he reaches out to cup her face with the cold hand and the flesh hand at once, letting her feel the contrast as he pulls her into another kiss. This one is short, firm and infatuated. ] Go on. Draw on me. Do whatever you want with my body. I’m loaning it to you.
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Strange for Koriand'r to find something she has not quite seen before. Heart eyes, well, that's new. New is exciting. A positive reaction even if she feels a stirring of guilt inside of her for harming him. Even if it's strikingly clear he's found no issue with it himself. Conflict swirls in her, a desire to let go more, and a hesitation to really cause too much harm to someone. An emotional contras to match his contrasting hands.
Sensations rush through her at his touch, goosebumps prickle her orange skin, and her warmth dims ever so at the touch of his cold hand. The feeling of sudden cold brings a pleasant jolt, one she's rather unused to given her naturally high body temperature. She leans into the cold hand more, presses herself against it as though she were desperately trying to find an answer to a question. Is this how humans feel in winter?
A curious thought.
But one that fades at the taste of his too short kiss. It's greedy but she wants more. ] I would not want to hurt such a lovely form too much. [ Though even as she says that her fingers press into him, not warm enough to leave a mark but dangerously close, as she pulls him back to her mouth. Lips press hard against his, hard and wanting, as her hair flares to life again at the tips. Individual strands dance around, burning yellow ends threatening to singe his back like falling stars. ]
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Yamada wraps his arms around her as she takes a kiss, with strength he'd never be able to deny and passion he'd never want to. His ice hand is the one that ends up behind her head, tangled in her heated hair, while his flesh and blood plays at the small of Kori's back. After a moment, Yamada pushes up into the air with his bare feet. Asking her to lift him up with her floating. Just before the heated hairtips fall on his back like cinders. He's unashamedly vocal in his appreciation of the kiss, and each stinging burn earns a brief pitch drop and a squeeze of his arms.
Yamada could stop it to tell her he'll be fine, no matter what she does. Instead, he plays his tongue over hers to spread that addictively sweet-sour taste, drawing back only so far as to sink his teeth into Koriand'r's lower lip. With a clank, his jaw's strength increases as Yamada reworks it, a steel trap to add pressure twice as strong as the last bite.
He hopes the message gets through- she doesn't need any conflict. ]
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Of course she understands what he's asking and she responds by securing her arm tightly around his waste, warm hand sliding down his lower back with demanding strength. As they rise she arches her back into him and wraps a leg tightly around him to entwine them together. The other hand snakes it's way around his neck, warm fingers pressing down needily, threatening to leave little fingerprints everywhere she touches.
A quiver of a gasp comes out as he sinks his teeth in, the strength catching her off guard. A spike of heat rushes through her hair from scalp to tip causing it to once again flare out around her like the streak of a comet. Green eyes grow ever brighter with excitement and curiosity. Her tongue slips out to lick where he's bitten, not strong enough to crack her skin, but enough to make it sensitive to the touch. With a smirk she runs her tongue against his lower lip and then bites him there in kind. Strong and forceful, an attempt to mimic what he had done. ]
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The cloud crackles with mild static as Kori responds to the bite, joining the pleased shuddering of his muscles at the sight of her exploring the effect he had on her lips. It took spring loading his jaw, a reworking of the internal mechanisms to make her feel it. Yamada feels a sense of pride and smirks in that breathy pause in the kiss. He prepares to say something so his lungs are nice and full when she moves in again- a cute 'ah' followed by a loud and low moan when she sinks her teeth in. His lip splits and his limbs cling to her tighter, the cloud rumbling. ]
X'hal! [ He manages to get out with one free lip, choosing that exclamation on instinct. He nearly reshapes his lip to counter the pressure reflexively but resists. He wants to feel it all. ] You're the best!