[Somehow, even though they're here, even though her touch still lingers on him, Yu keeps having the recurring realization that this is real. To be sure, it feels more real with each moment, almost shockingly so, and it's the sight of her breasts, the slight shake in her voice, that draws him out of that moment of shock.
He can't keep his eyes off of her. And once his own hands are unoccupied from tugging off his shirt, he doesn't want to keep his hands off of her, either.]
More than a couple, I'm sure, [he says on a soft chuckle, leaning forward to place a small kiss on her collarbone. His touch is tentative, at first, acutely aware that she's real, Kujikawa Rise and not just Risette, as his fingers trace the sides of her breasts; as he leans closer to kiss the swell of them.]
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He can't keep his eyes off of her. And once his own hands are unoccupied from tugging off his shirt, he doesn't want to keep his hands off of her, either.]
More than a couple, I'm sure, [he says on a soft chuckle, leaning forward to place a small kiss on her collarbone. His touch is tentative, at first, acutely aware that she's real, Kujikawa Rise and not just Risette, as his fingers trace the sides of her breasts; as he leans closer to kiss the swell of them.]