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WHY DO I EVEN NEED THIS

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[oh right because THANKS DUSK. from here]

[unfortunateson]

[there sure isn't. also Konatsu's leg sure is around Dusk's waist and that sure is a little awkward. freezing, finally, breathing hard against Dusk's lips] A-ah--

[reducedtoasch]

[ The sensation makes him shiver a little and he drops his head down so his own breaths fall against Konatsu's neck. Not... making a move to pull away though, if anything he shifts once to press himself a little closer. ]

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[ . . . is sensitive on his neck and shudders, squirming a little, which is a pretty . . . interesting motion right now. in fact it draws a little gasp out of him.]

[reducedtoasch]

[ Oh that is a... very interesting motion and one Dusk is a little familiar with, from the way he repeats it and after a moment's consideration, nips at Konatsu's neck. ]

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Ah!

[would be very grabby right now if he could move his hands, and moves like he's trying to be, forgetting he's being held to the tree--making another soft noise when he remembers he can't use his arms, and just arches and rocks a little, tilting his head back.]

[reducedtoasch]

[ Weee can do the rocking thing yes, though Dusk has to pull his mouth away from Konatsu's neck to make faint noises everytime they press together. ]

[unfortunateson]

[also pretty much whimpering, trying to stay quiet but not able to help that, pressing as close as he can in this position and just moving without thinking, falling into a rhythm.]

D--Dusk, we--

[unfortunateson]

[get out Dawn. from here]

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[twisting a little in his grip, biting his lip, but again not actually trying to get away]

--Dusk, I, this time--

[reducedtoasch]

[ Still nipping at his neck, his fingers pausing just under Konatsu's shirt. ]

This time?

[unfortunateson]

Mmmnn--last time, we did not really--

. . . Are you going to take it off?

[reducedtoasch]

[ Stroking a slow circle against Konatsu's skin. ]

Take what off?

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[shivering a little. that's nice and also very distracting]

--My shirt . . .

[reducedtoasch]

[ It's supposed to be. Also reddening a little at that. ]

Ah... Yes... Eventually.

[ Curls his fingers a bit to drag his nails lightly across Konatsu's abdomen. ]

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Event--ahhh.

[arching his back and tilting his head back, gasping a little.]

[reducedtoasch]

[ Hormone repression is bad, kids. From here. ]

[unfortunateson]

[so where were we. sliding her hands up the back of Dusk's shirt to rake gently at his skin :x]

[reducedtoasch]

[ Drawing back and flushing even further as he drops his eyes to Konatsu's shirt, holding the edge of it. ]

I- Should I-?

[unfortunateson]

Y-yes, please, do it--

[reducedtoasch]

[ S... Sliding off the shirt!! ... and completely avoiding eye contact like a winner. ]

[unfortunateson]

[well then you're probably looking at these instead. blushinggggg gosh and looking at herself for the first time]

[reducedtoasch]

[ Sooo red and immediately darting his eyes away. ]

I-I apologize, I did not mean to-

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D-dusk . . . don't . . . just--

[ . . . taking Dusk's hands and PLANTING THEM THERE. HERE!]

[reducedtoasch]

[ JKLSDFS!! ]

K-Konatsu-!!