[ Now having the knowledge that touching them might not be the most sensible thing to do in her state, Tamaki has no real choice but to just take it. It seemed easy enough to live with for now, too. Just some tentacles messing up his clothes is nothing some laundry can't help. Or so he tries to convince himself that it was. With enough mind power and avoidance skills, he could able to keep each other away from any possibly regrettable situations. ]
Oh. it's--Agh-- not? [ Smart. Because acting dumb and avoiding the evidence is exactly the smart thing to do at this moment. ] I-- well, it's not like you can help it, right? I-It's fine, maybe we can just...wait it out.... [ Double smart. Tamaki's completely aware that his genius plan might not work. It was worth a shot though, right?
Wrong. Feigning innocence wasn't an option here, and he'd realize it the hard way when that viscid touch sneaks under his clothes and comes to contact with his skin. The idea of tentacles invading his personal space had him on his toes already, but for some reason, the substance coming from them felt warm and almost tingly to the touch, drawing a shuddered moan out of him. If this is how it felt for him, then how was Takane holding up?
After pointedly avoiding her glance for so long, he gathers the courage to glance at her, and only whips his head away again to not peek into her collar. Shit there were no loopholes to avoid this. Hoping Takane has enough kindness in her to forgive him, he bites the bullet and brings up the more obvious solution. ]
On the other hand, d'you think it'll stop if we...y'know.
[Oh yeah, she knows. And honestly? The suggestion is getting very tempting as she begins to feel more of his bare skin through her tentacles, and especially when her ears catch that moan of his own. Perhaps it's thanks to her iron discipline that she didn't jump on him right then and there, but goodness, she's finding herself wanting to hear more of that.
Instead though, she still awkwardly avoids eye contact, survival instinct making her absently unfasten some buttons of her blouse in an attempt to alleviate her rising heat.]
It... very well may, and I would not mind if it is with you. [They were Comrades, after all.] However, would you be all right with that? You may be the one among us getting...
[Well, it should be easy enough to understand what she's getting at, given that her tentacles are seconds away from manhandling him. The last thing she wanted was to damage their friendship with this. Plus, as idols, such physical interactions in general were a big no-no... but... this was a different planet, and what happens here would stay here, right---
Ugh, it's getting too difficult to rationalize through this, as intrusive wants are slowly becoming a need, and holding back is starting to feel painful. As if to curb her desire to rub him with her tentacles more intimately, Takane steps closer to him, pressing their bodies together as much as she could with her tentacles between them. She takes his hand into hers, lacing their fingers as she looks up at him timidly, almost pleadingly.]
[ The one getting...what? Tamaki might've just missed the general direction Takane's words were going towards. He might not be a guy with sex on the mind all the time, but as those buttons come undone he's quick to glance toward what he had so pointedly avoided. Takane was showing signs of being on board, so sneaking a peek shouldn't be that bad. It was definitely a sight he'd regret missing. Objectively, Tamaki knew how to be vocal about pointing out sex appeal even in his closest of friends. Being so blunt about it with a girl, however..might not get him so far. Still, there were no rules written anywhere about appreciating the cleavage of a very willing comrade. With all that staring, though, Tamaki finds it hard to multitask, and his reply to Takane comes from a faraway place in his mind, ]
If you're fine, I'm fine... it's not like we'll get in trouble here.
[ It should be nearly impossible to walk into a scandal here. So, as weird as it was, maybe it wasn't such a bad predicament to be stuck in. Not that something like a girl's sentient tentacles groping him was realistic back home, anyway. Point is, enjoying freedom wouldn't hurt anyone here. Good thing, too, since whatever viscous thing was coming in contact with Tamaki's skin began to have certain effects on him.
And so, for the sake of helping a friend, and now himself, he reaches over and laces his fingers in return, looking back down at Takane's cleavage reassuringly. ]
It's gonna be a little hard to help you out like this, though. [ He shifts in place as s if to make a point about being immobilized. ] So...what's the plan?
[Look all you want, dude, this cleavage's been on billboards and she would appreciate his appreciation. Plus, given where things are going, Takane's quite glad they're in agreement. Certainly, given how differently society worked here, on top having having extra erogenous limbs she wouldn't normally have, it wouldn't hurt to indulge in something she normally couldn't, right...? Right.
But first things first. A far more important thing must be addressed before they engage. Takane slips her hand out of the mutual grip, fingertips trailing lingerly against his palm as she stands on her toes once more in order to...
Gently remove the paper crown from his head...
... and place it back into its proper space in the cupboard, shutting the door ceremoniously. There, the sacred object is Protected from potential moisture damage via tentacle slime and other bodily fluids. A horrible crisis had been averted. With that out of the way, she turns back to face him, untucking her blouse from the beltline of her skirt and unbuttoning it all the way to address her now very unignorable heat.]
Unfortunately, I have none. In lieu of a plan, I shall merely take whatever action my body seems to urge towards. Now then...
[Going at her own pace as usual, Takane's tentacles tug back to make him lose his footing, as she topples him over to the kitchen floor, the jelly-like appendages thankfully cushioning their fall. Her legs straddling his waist, she cups Tamaki's face into her hands and goes in for a kiss, maybe two... five... At the same time, the tentacles wrapped around his arms loosen up on their grip, allowing him some movement, though the rest are still fondling him and spreading their weird slime all the while.
The pleasant sensation of moonlacing encourages Takane to press forward, assertively introducing her tongue to his mouth with a clumsy yet enthusiastic fervor that could only be compared to hunger. Yes, Takane Shijou's self-control has left the building.]
[ As Takane let go of his hands and closed the distance between them Tamaki knew exactly what was about to go down. There are no other answers for two people who just explicitly gave each other consent. The time came for him to close his eyes and patiently wait for the...
w-wait for the...
any time now...
wait...
So, no kiss? Awkward. Tamaki could've sworn that's what this was leading to. When he opens his eyes, the sight before him is far different than what he had expected. To see Takane handle his most valuable prize so carefully, and on top of that, to even have the initiative of looking after something that's special to him was all too endearing. There was no doubt that Takane kept proving to be a wise, caring --and, uh, well endowed-- comrade.
With that out of the way, her line of action seemed easy enough to follow. Winging it and going with her needs? Gotcha. He's definitely not the type to enjoy structure much anyway, so that type of approach felt all the more enticing. Nodding, Tamaki braced himself for whatever would come...only to have another curveball thrown at him when he loses his balance, drawing yet another undignified sound out of him. He's ready to apologize for the sudden yell, but everything happens too quickly, and any word that dared to come out died on his lips as they finally came in contact with Takane's.
He truly hadn't realized just how touch starved he has become during his stay here. Even the simplest gestures of affection like Takane's hold on his face were too much for him, and he found himself melting at her touch. The crave for affection wasn't only on the receiving end, though. Tamaki tested his mobility and traced the curve of her thighs, up her waist, her arms, then back down, languid and tentative in his movements while he goes past her open shirt and feels her skin to skin. Was it possible for someone to be this soft? From the way her lips pressed to his, to the feeling her skin molded against his fingers in the slightest... everything was so overwhelmingly soft that his head spun at the mere idea of more.
The appendages feeling him up and leaving a warm, tingling sensation behind them might just play a part in all of this, but Tamaki doesn't knock any of it away. If anything, he welcomes it further and holds onto Takane's waist with a hand, pressing her against him, kissing back just as eagerly, albeit a little clumsily, and making room for her tongue. In the midst of everything, he recalls her reaction upon having her tentacles touched, and although it could lead to being bound by them once more, curiosity wins over. Grabbing them like he did back then must've been too overwhelming for her. This time, he uses a single finger to touch one, doing nothing but merely sliding it across the tendril's length.
If he remembers correctly, that should buy him a chance to talk. Pulling away from the kiss, he breaks the silence with breathless whispers. ]
Hey-- our clothes. They're gonna get all slimey, we should...
[ So, not the most eloquent of speeches. But it's not like he free enough to get to it himself. Takane's approval was kind of crucial here. ]
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Oh. it's--Agh-- not? [ Smart. Because acting dumb and avoiding the evidence is exactly the smart thing to do at this moment. ] I-- well, it's not like you can help it, right? I-It's fine, maybe we can just...wait it out.... [ Double smart. Tamaki's completely aware that his genius plan might not work. It was worth a shot though, right?
Wrong. Feigning innocence wasn't an option here, and he'd realize it the hard way when that viscid touch sneaks under his clothes and comes to contact with his skin. The idea of tentacles invading his personal space had him on his toes already, but for some reason, the substance coming from them felt warm and almost tingly to the touch, drawing a shuddered moan out of him. If this is how it felt for him, then how was Takane holding up?
After pointedly avoiding her glance for so long, he gathers the courage to glance at her, and only whips his head away again to not peek into her collar. Shit there were no loopholes to avoid this. Hoping Takane has enough kindness in her to forgive him, he bites the bullet and brings up the more obvious solution. ]
On the other hand, d'you think it'll stop if we...y'know.
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Instead though, she still awkwardly avoids eye contact, survival instinct making her absently unfasten some buttons of her blouse in an attempt to alleviate her rising heat.]
It... very well may, and I would not mind if it is with you. [They were Comrades, after all.] However, would you be all right with that? You may be the one among us getting...
[Well, it should be easy enough to understand what she's getting at, given that her tentacles are seconds away from manhandling him. The last thing she wanted was to damage their friendship with this. Plus, as idols, such physical interactions in general were a big no-no... but... this was a different planet, and what happens here would stay here, right---
Ugh, it's getting too difficult to rationalize through this, as intrusive wants are slowly becoming a need, and holding back is starting to feel painful. As if to curb her desire to rub him with her tentacles more intimately, Takane steps closer to him, pressing their bodies together as much as she could with her tentacles between them. She takes his hand into hers, lacing their fingers as she looks up at him timidly, almost pleadingly.]
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If you're fine, I'm fine... it's not like we'll get in trouble here.
[ It should be nearly impossible to walk into a scandal here. So, as weird as it was, maybe it wasn't such a bad predicament to be stuck in. Not that something like a girl's sentient tentacles groping him was realistic back home, anyway. Point is, enjoying freedom wouldn't hurt anyone here. Good thing, too, since whatever viscous thing was coming in contact with Tamaki's skin began to have certain effects on him.
And so, for the sake of helping a friend, and now himself, he reaches over and laces his fingers in return, looking back down at Takane's
cleavagereassuringly. ]It's gonna be a little hard to help you out like this, though. [ He shifts in place as s if to make a point about being immobilized. ] So...what's the plan?
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But first things first. A far more important thing must be addressed before they engage. Takane slips her hand out of the mutual grip, fingertips trailing lingerly against his palm as she stands on her toes once more in order to...
Gently remove the paper crown from his head...
... and place it back into its proper space in the cupboard, shutting the door ceremoniously. There, the sacred object is Protected from potential moisture damage via tentacle slime and other bodily fluids. A horrible crisis had been averted. With that out of the way, she turns back to face him, untucking her blouse from the beltline of her skirt and unbuttoning it all the way to address her now very unignorable heat.]
Unfortunately, I have none. In lieu of a plan, I shall merely take whatever action my body seems to urge towards. Now then...
[Going at her own pace as usual, Takane's tentacles tug back to make him lose his footing, as she topples him over to the kitchen floor, the jelly-like appendages thankfully cushioning their fall. Her legs straddling his waist, she cups Tamaki's face into her hands and goes in for a kiss, maybe two... five... At the same time, the tentacles wrapped around his arms loosen up on their grip, allowing him some movement, though the rest are still fondling him and spreading their weird slime all the while.
The pleasant sensation of moonlacing encourages Takane to press forward, assertively introducing her tongue to his mouth with a clumsy yet enthusiastic fervor that could only be compared to hunger. Yes, Takane Shijou's self-control has left the building.]
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w-wait for the...
any time now...
wait...
So, no kiss? Awkward. Tamaki could've sworn that's what this was leading to. When he opens his eyes, the sight before him is far different than what he had expected. To see Takane handle his most valuable prize so carefully, and on top of that, to even have the initiative of looking after something that's special to him was all too endearing. There was no doubt that Takane kept proving to be a wise, caring --and, uh, well endowed-- comrade.
With that out of the way, her line of action seemed easy enough to follow. Winging it and going with her needs? Gotcha. He's definitely not the type to enjoy structure much anyway, so that type of approach felt all the more enticing. Nodding, Tamaki braced himself for whatever would come...only to have another curveball thrown at him when he loses his balance, drawing yet another undignified sound out of him. He's ready to apologize for the sudden yell, but everything happens too quickly, and any word that dared to come out died on his lips as they finally came in contact with Takane's.
He truly hadn't realized just how touch starved he has become during his stay here. Even the simplest gestures of affection like Takane's hold on his face were too much for him, and he found himself melting at her touch. The crave for affection wasn't only on the receiving end, though. Tamaki tested his mobility and traced the curve of her thighs, up her waist, her arms, then back down, languid and tentative in his movements while he goes past her open shirt and feels her skin to skin. Was it possible for someone to be this soft? From the way her lips pressed to his, to the feeling her skin molded against his fingers in the slightest... everything was so overwhelmingly soft that his head spun at the mere idea of more.
The appendages feeling him up and leaving a warm, tingling sensation behind them might just play a part in all of this, but Tamaki doesn't knock any of it away. If anything, he welcomes it further and holds onto Takane's waist with a hand, pressing her against him, kissing back just as eagerly, albeit a little clumsily, and making room for her tongue. In the midst of everything, he recalls her reaction upon having her tentacles touched, and although it could lead to being bound by them once more, curiosity wins over. Grabbing them like he did back then must've been too overwhelming for her. This time, he uses a single finger to touch one, doing nothing but merely sliding it across the tendril's length.
If he remembers correctly, that should buy him a chance to talk. Pulling away from the kiss, he breaks the silence with breathless whispers. ]
Hey-- our clothes. They're gonna get all slimey, we should...
[ So, not the most eloquent of speeches. But it's not like he free enough to get to it himself. Takane's approval was kind of crucial here. ]