[With a hand on Momo's chest, Yuki can probably feel the speed of his heart, the way Yuki always has that effect on him when they get close like this. He's getting better at handling it externally, but as ever, the rest of Momo's body is more honest than his face. He can cage the beast on the outside, but that's never really done much to stop it on the inside.
As Yuki brings him down, closer, his heartbeat speeds a bit with it, but he won't let himself fall into the temptation that being against him like this tends to bring. Instead, the hand that's been on Yuki's chin drifts into his hair instead, looping into a soft grip, and his lower set of hands move to support his weight a little so he doesn't squash Yuki even lying on top of him. His head tilts, and he presses in deeper, exploring the inside of Yuki's mouth with the air of someone mapping out things in detail to return to later. Knowing every little thing he can about Yuki is Momo's favourite pastime, and that includes every little bit of reaction that Momo taking over his mouth like this draws out of him, as he lets his fangs drag a little more against his lips.]
they're really going for it this time, good for them
[The beating of Momo's heart grounds Yuki, reminds him that they're safe and whatever hideous sights his brain conjured earlier are nothing compared to the force of Momo's affection for him. Their affection for each other, really, this precious thing he didn't know he'd lost for so long while Momo was here without him. He'll make every single day count, and erase any worries or doubts Momo may have that he'll do more than simply survive.
If he was in any other mood, he might hold Momo close and drift off again, but he's given up on finding the words he wanted to say in favor of focusing on the sensations he's being given. Momo's beloved little fangs have their way with his lip, making Yuki's breath catch in spite of himself. How many times had he stared at those fangs, wondering how they'd feel here or there?
He revels in the kiss, letting Momo take charge as much as he'd like. For all that Yuki would protest being called a pillow princess or the like, he is recovering from a bit of a shock, so he's happy to be spoiled by the one person who he doesn't need words for. So he lets Momo lead, touching his tongue delicately to Momo's but backing off whenever he seems to want to search. The feeling of being explored like this, being treasured enough to be so very memorable, is something Yuki didn't know he was missing until he came here. As much as he wants to hate everything about this stupid world, it set the tiniest part of their lives free.
Of course, Momo isn't innocent, and Yuki knows it. He's impressed with his restraint, somewhere in the back of his mind. That hand in his hair could be a warning, but he doesn't allow the alarm bells to go off in his mind. His trust and love are absolute, even if the practice of it is new. Each soft sound he makes must be music to Momo's ears, and while he didn't quite intend to lure him into this warmth, he can only hope that he feels enough like home to temper some of Momo's concerns.]
alas momo is too worried abt yuki's condition to go harder
[With Yuki being so pliant, Momo takes his time, gives the process the appreciation and consideration he thinks that every part of Yuki deserves. He plays against that tongue when it comes to meet his, tasting, perhaps even drawing it towards his own mouth here and there, but he lets it go in the end each time to go back to his search. He adjusts himself here and there, lets his teeth push a little rough and unpredictable after that catch of breath, wanting to hear more. The knowledge, feeling and sound sparking between them that Yuki is comfortable, even enjoying himself, is only further temptation, and it takes some time for him to be satisfied that he's not only mapped the surfaces, but mapped an acceptable number of Yuki's small and intimate sounds. Things nobody else but Momo will ever hear from him, that are between them alone, thoughts that make him want to press in further, take more, find out what other new and secret sounds Yuki is keeping in him.
But Yuki's permissiveness is a reminder of the state he's in, and he doesn't want to test the limits of his energy when they don't even know how long the wake of the possession is going to linger. So there's a rather palpable moment where Momo's hand curls a little tighter in Yuki's hair for a fleeting moment...and then lets go, Momo's fangs dragging against his lip once more before he reluctantly breaks the kiss. He can feel the flush in his cheeks, and he holds the back of a hand against it as he straightens up a little.]
...We should eat, right? [He's talking himself into it as much as anything else, which is likely proof positive that Yuki's thought about the restraint it's taken for him to maintain that slower pace and lighter contact was correct.]
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the ever-present threat of re:vale intimacy
As Yuki brings him down, closer, his heartbeat speeds a bit with it, but he won't let himself fall into the temptation that being against him like this tends to bring. Instead, the hand that's been on Yuki's chin drifts into his hair instead, looping into a soft grip, and his lower set of hands move to support his weight a little so he doesn't squash Yuki even lying on top of him. His head tilts, and he presses in deeper, exploring the inside of Yuki's mouth with the air of someone mapping out things in detail to return to later. Knowing every little thing he can about Yuki is Momo's favourite pastime, and that includes every little bit of reaction that Momo taking over his mouth like this draws out of him, as he lets his fangs drag a little more against his lips.]
they're really going for it this time, good for them
If he was in any other mood, he might hold Momo close and drift off again, but he's given up on finding the words he wanted to say in favor of focusing on the sensations he's being given. Momo's beloved little fangs have their way with his lip, making Yuki's breath catch in spite of himself. How many times had he stared at those fangs, wondering how they'd feel here or there?
He revels in the kiss, letting Momo take charge as much as he'd like. For all that Yuki would protest being called a pillow princess or the like, he is recovering from a bit of a shock, so he's happy to be spoiled by the one person who he doesn't need words for. So he lets Momo lead, touching his tongue delicately to Momo's but backing off whenever he seems to want to search. The feeling of being explored like this, being treasured enough to be so very memorable, is something Yuki didn't know he was missing until he came here. As much as he wants to hate everything about this stupid world, it set the tiniest part of their lives free.
Of course, Momo isn't innocent, and Yuki knows it. He's impressed with his restraint, somewhere in the back of his mind. That hand in his hair could be a warning, but he doesn't allow the alarm bells to go off in his mind. His trust and love are absolute, even if the practice of it is new. Each soft sound he makes must be music to Momo's ears, and while he didn't quite intend to lure him into this warmth, he can only hope that he feels enough like home to temper some of Momo's concerns.]
alas momo is too worried abt yuki's condition to go harder
But Yuki's permissiveness is a reminder of the state he's in, and he doesn't want to test the limits of his energy when they don't even know how long the wake of the possession is going to linger. So there's a rather palpable moment where Momo's hand curls a little tighter in Yuki's hair for a fleeting moment...and then lets go, Momo's fangs dragging against his lip once more before he reluctantly breaks the kiss. He can feel the flush in his cheeks, and he holds the back of a hand against it as he straightens up a little.]
...We should eat, right? [He's talking himself into it as much as anything else, which is likely proof positive that Yuki's thought about the restraint it's taken for him to maintain that slower pace and lighter contact was correct.]