icarusalsoflew | 003. and in every raindrop... // open post.

[It's only after he notes all of that down that he deepens the way he's kissing you. Whenever he breaks away for air, his breath is short: he's no longer looking at you. Closing his eyes gives him more to go around, because the truth of it is, his thoughts have been far too full of you lately.

What little distance there remains between the two of you is starting to feel like way too much. There are many possible solutions to this, but he wants to wait on some sort of signal from your end. You are, after all, just gaining your bearings.

But hell: you smell glorious, you taste wonderful, and you look so damned fine it's starting to cut straight to the gut for him.]

[ Well, since you keep on coming up for air, what else is a guy to do but follow, right?

He's not slow on the uptake, this one, and the pressure of your mouth on his is a welcome feeling; so Josh does chase those lips, shifts closer, the hand on that knee now migrating to your waist, fingers curling on your shirt because dammit, Hikaru, please, quit pulling back. ]

[And that's the only real signal he needed.

There's a simple solution to this persistent problem of distance: it involves him breaking away and worrying at your bottom lip just so with his teeth, and then matter-of-factly lifting himself right unto your lap. Then he's reaching up to hold your face in his hands and going back to kissing you all over again.

You may notice, now that his weight is on you and both of your limbs and your bodies are shifting together/against each other, that he's trembling just a little bit. That is from the fact that the feel of your hands on him is making his mind go down all sorts of interesting places, and his proximity to you isn't helping. It is also from the sheer amount of effort it takes for him to hold back and focus on doing nothing else but this.]

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[ There is an interesting sound that leaves Josh at this point: it's somewhere between a sharp intake of breath and the following exhale that hitches with a soft hum coming from deep in his chest. When his lips part in response to your worrying at his bottom lip, he feels the tug of gravity -- partly because your weight on him takes him by surprise, and partly because the presence of you sets him off-balance in a way that just feels natural.

Hands now coming to your waist, skimming around your back because he needs something to hold onto and because he can feel the tremors going through you and his first thought is to wonder if you're okay.

You feel tense, and the instinct is to press the weight of his palms along where that tension is most obvious -- right beneath your shoulderblades and along the small of your back. ]

[And he's arching more than a little into your touch because he wants more of it. He can't really stifle the way he gasps a little against your mouth, nor can he stop the way it tapers off into a tiny, needy little noise.

He shouldn't have gotten turned on this quickly. He's supposed to possess a lot more control than this, especially since he had, until the plans had fallen apart, been ready to start letting you go. And yet you're here, and he's here, and it's all he can do to keep his head level.

The next few kisses he gives you are a little more urgent, and the only reason why he stops is because he's too short of breath now, too short of everything but you. Nevertheless, he's keeping his forehead pressed against yours, and the look on his face has so much want in it, it's probably dangerous.]

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[ There are far too many things catching Joshua by surprise tonight -- Stanley slipping up, Makoto clueing him in, his own sudden realizations ( or perhaps, not-so-sudden after all, given the way he'd readily marched up to your room with the intention of getting the truth of things straight from the source ) -- but of all of that, the look on your face is the one he likes best because he's not dumb, he knows what want looks like and it's written all over your features.

It gives him courage to lean in, slant his head to a certain angle so he can capture that mouth again, the slightest shift of his hips because he can feel the press of you against him and he's not about to try to deny or hide that he's just as turned on.

So yes, he's the one taking the lead this time, and while the motions of his mouth are tentative at first, he's a quick study on how you'd made him feel and he's ready to test if he can give as good as he's gotten so far. ]

Don't stop, [ his voice is low, barely a whisper, and there's a twist in his tone that matches the building ache between his legs as he remembers that first time he'd ever heard something close to the sounds you've been making: King's Rest, a flash of memory that he knew wasn't his -- only then he hadn't known what the hell to do about it; he does now though. ] Hikaru, please don't stop.

[There was still so many things they needed to discuss, things they needed to sort out. He really, really ought to care about those a little more.

Instead, though, the only things that are demanding his attention is the way your voice hums in what little air there is between the two of you, the feel of your breath on his face/the heat of your body/your hands, how you sound.

Have a quiet chuckle over your mouth, one that's closer to a huff of air than anything else.]

Are you sure you don't want me to?

[ He doesn't know why the air is so thick, or why his eyes are just focused on that mouth and the way you sound, all the while the ache is building enough that his stomach is taut, because if he breathes any more he thinks it will only make it worse. His hands have gone still against your spine, one higher than the other and close to your nape because one of the very first things that he wants right now is the chance to run his fingers along the curve of your scalp before he buries his face in your neck.

The first thing he does though, is to catch your mouth with his again, the arm around your waist tightening to press your hips right up against his. There's a low noise as he kisses you hard, and if he seems a little desperate, then maybe it's because he just is.

You see, Josh knows about the ink on your skin beneath the fabric of your clothes, has the memory of the sound you might make as he nips with the barest hint of teeth along the underside of your jaw, the angle of your neck. And when his hands move now, in tandem to mold the length of your body to fit against his own, he lets gravity take hold so that his back hits the bed, because he wants the weight of you over him to anchor him down. ]

[That sucks the breath right out of him, because there are suddenly so many other things that he's aware of now. The most significant detail out of the entire lot, of course, is the fact that the two of you seem to fit so damned well together.

He dips his head down again, to catch your mouth with his. He keeps his arms braced on either side of your head, because balance is a thing and hell, maybe it'll give you more leeway to do as you like to him. (He's hoping you will, since now he is sure that this is something you both want right now.)

It's been too damned long since the last time, and in retrospect? That "last time" he had had been a farewell rather than a beginning.]

[ When Hikaru's mouth meets his again, Josh realizes, that maybe he could kiss this man for hours and forget about everything else, even if just for a while. His hands are moving again at this point, down past the just of those hips and over the curve of that ass to press him up close, even as his voice hitches, and he breaks away briefly before he rears up his head so that their lips touch again.

There is a particular flavor to the way that you taste, he'd caught himself wondering about it in the first half of the twenty minutes that you were gone that first night at Hyve, the rings in your possession. He'd pushed it away at the time, had occupied himself in some other fashion because the thought had been quick, and easily pushed aside in favor of worrying about what was taking you both so long.

He's latching onto that now, studying carefully with each meeting of lips, the shape and texture of you, the way your tongue slides against his own, one leg coming up to keep you in place as he squirms a little beneath you, because he can feel you pressed up against him and now his mind is moving through the images of you both tangled together, places swiched, him hovering over you; pinning you down. ]

[And each slide of your palm against his body awakens every nerve underneath the skin on those spots, making him think, not-so-decently, that this would be so much better if he wasn't wearing anything at all.

Now there's a thought, isn't it? It's more than enough to drive him up the wall.

He's sinking even lower now, because the only thing he wants now is to be as impossibly close to you as possible. Your kisses are marred by the raggedness of his breath, and muffling the occasional noises of need that bubbling up from his throat.]

[ No -- yes -- okay, he needs the high ground on this now, because the way you're sinking into him is frustrating, and he's realizing that he wants his mouth on your skin. He's getting those flashes again: you much younger than this, moving beneath hands that aren't his, seen through eyes that are not his own with the vaguest recollection of sensations that he's never felt but which he nevertheless remembers as if he were there.

His other leg comes up, caging you in place as he catches you by the nape to tug your head back so that he can press his lips to your throat, the warmth of you a welcome thing, your pulse fluttering beneath his tongue. ]

Fuck-- [ a frustrated sound as he rolls you both over to pin you to the bed, hands sliding across your shirt to snake fingers beneath the hem to ruck the fabric up.

He was too distracted earlier to pay attention to the ink that wrap around your arms, but its the hint of gold on the right side of your stomach that's got his full attention now.

So this is him pressing that mouth to the planes of your belly, even as a hand comes to smooth down the side of your thigh. ]

[And said pulse is quick, thrumming at a rate that might just show a bit of the extent of how much you've worked him up. He quivers, as well, when you kiss him there: it's a bit of a weakness of his, that spot.

Then he's left to watch you, once he's flat on his back and you're all over him (your weight, your body, your lips/hands/breath/fingers). The moment your mouth makes contact with his bare skin and your hand starts traveling up his thigh, he quivers beneath you.]

Mm...

[Biting down on his lip now, to try and stop that from becoming a full blown whine.]

[ Funny how he's so hyperaware of everything that you do: each quiver and shift as he pushes you shirt up to reveal the rise and fall of your chest. Head angling up now, eyes dark and lips parted because it's become a little difficult to breathe, the hardness of him pressed right up against your knee.

He's hesitating now, just a little, because this does seem a little too fast in as much as he doesn't ( he really, really doesn't ) want to stop.

Taking a couple of breaths now, the sound of each loud in the silence of your room and possibly looking just a little bit frightened over what he feels. ]

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[And he's just about to move up and kiss you again just to reassure you that everything is fine and like hell he wants to stop when --

-- well. Have one disgruntled kitten hopping up on the bed with a loud meow.

Oops.

You will now be treated to the sight of one Blade King turning to stare at Mitsuru, and then turning his face to one side to try and stifle his own laughter into the sheets.]

[ As it is, Josh has actually frozen in place, because he'd completely forgotten about your cat in the -- well -- "heat of the moment".

It's a strange kind of relief that floods through him, because it does ease the tension that was building fast. All the same though, Hikaru, you will have this particular Sin-Eater letting out a half-laugh, half-groan as he plants his face into the sheets.

It's a couple of seconds later when he angles his head to look your way, a small, wan smile in his lips. ] I never told you that my favorite times whenever we hung out are when you just give over and laugh.

[ He is absolutely earnest when he says that. It's been a rough couple of weeks. ]

[The moment you're plopping down like that, he's dutifully ignoring his kitten for just a second in order to reach out and stroke your hair. THEN he's crooking his finger in Mitsuru's direction, and giving that one a placating scratch under the chin.]

You make it sound like I'm always way too composed.

[Teasing, because well. It's a fact. For all of his warmth and light, he holds back a LOT.]

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Well, you kind of are. [ He mutters softly, cheek on the mattress, eyes averted. Because he can't resist, he smoothes a palm over your stomach, stopping just at the edge of the higanbana surrounding the golden fox.

It's been a while in Setsuna Shinta crossed his mind. Nearly two months, in fact. He can feel the way Mitsuru is moving around above his head, and for a moment, he shifts to catch sight of the kitten.

And then he promptly sits up, drawing away from you. ]

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[That catches his attention. Lying back, watching you a moment, before finally pushing himself up on his arm.]

What's up?

[Mitsuru, of course, is immediately moving to plant himself right at Hikaru's leg.]

[ Looking over now with a small smile on his face. He is well aware that it doesn't reach his eyes. And that he can't brush this off, because being okay is so new and he doesn't want to fall into an awkward rhythm with you again.

So. ] Gimme a bit to calibrate? [ His eyes glance at your hand and for a moment, it's like he wants to reach out, because it feels, strange enough, like the most natural thing in the world.

But he stops himself. Turns away. ]

Sure.

[Noting all of that down, though. Still, you asked him to give you a moment, so...

Shifting around now, and dipping down to fetch his cigarettes. Might as well light up. Mitsuru, on the other hand, is now crawling unto his lap. Clearly the warmth of his master's leg was not enough.]

[ He listens to you lighting up a cigarette, turns around and just watches for a bit and then lets his eyes fall to the tiny kitten curling up on the Blade King's lap.

He's remembering then, who bought that cat, how he'd actually texted Brianna without even thinking twice good job, bribri when Hikaruhad let him know that he'd just acquired a pet.

And then he's remembering yesterday. And lying straight to Brianna's face. And feeling terrible for putting it out of his mind as soon as he'd seen Hikaru sitting in that couch, a hand of greeting lifted his way.

Turning away now, looking down at his hands.

He looks like he's tryung to figure out how to say something -- and the something looks pretty hard to say. ]

[Since he's close enough, he's reaching out to hold your hand and leaning in, pinning you with a concerned look.

No words just yet. He's noticed that you've been looking at the kitten, and it probably has nothing to do with the fact that Mitsuru's the reason why the both of you still have clothes on.]

[ His head snaps around at that, as if he was suddenly surprised by your touch, and there's a look on his face that looks like a mix of "oh," and "well, shit," before he finally lifts his eyes to your face.

Josh shifts then, reaches over and catches you by the nape of your neck to draw you close, even as he bridges the distance between you and him.

The kiss is firm, open-mouthed and seems to swing between completely focused on just you, but also holding the tiniest bit back, like he's sure that it's you he wants to be kissing but he isn't entirely sure if he's allowed.

And yes, he is definitely being careful around that cat, because as soon as it paws gently at the arm that he has braced on the sheets by your knee, he breaks off, sighs and pulls back. ]

Sorry. [ Looking away now. Wow, this is hard. ]

[The sigh he lets out is half-fond and half-exasperated.]

It's okay.

[Those are some pretty interesting reactions to his kitten, by the way.]

Are you going to tell me what's on your mind, or should I try to guess?

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