[ 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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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!