[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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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. ]