[Yu may not entirely look it, but he certainly feels like a flustered mess beneath her as she grinds down on him again, eliciting another soft, shuddering gasp. He's drawn forward almost magnetically as she slides off of the bed, leaning closer to undo the buttons on her skirt. His heart is pounding as his eyes meet hers -- subtly checking one last time to make sure this is still okay before he dips his fingers beneath the hem to slide down her skirt and panties.
And-- look, he should be undoing his own slacks, too, because this is wildly uneven, isn't it? But it's hard to stop touching her long enough to do that.]
You're gorgeous. [Softly, a gravel-coarse whisper as his hands slide down her hips. Yu isn't normally one for stating the obvious, or for saying things that someone hears all the time; Rise is an idol, and "you're gorgeous" certainly fits that description, he thinks. But he feels compelled to say it anyway -- because it's true, because he never said it before and now he sort of wishes he had.]
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And-- look, he should be undoing his own slacks, too, because this is wildly uneven, isn't it? But it's hard to stop touching her long enough to do that.]
You're gorgeous. [Softly, a gravel-coarse whisper as his hands slide down her hips. Yu isn't normally one for stating the obvious, or for saying things that someone hears all the time; Rise is an idol, and "you're gorgeous" certainly fits that description, he thinks. But he feels compelled to say it anyway -- because it's true, because he never said it before and now he sort of wishes he had.]