[ Initially, his plan had been to get his focus on his face and hands, anywhere that would let him throw his weight with his hips and legs to roll them over or buck him off for real. It would work, at least enough to rattle Kuramochi, but, well.
Ryousuke believes he's going to try and bolt - he's done it before - and adjusts his plans with the glance he shoots off to the side, but then he's surprising him. That speed of his has paid off in numerous occasions, but this time it manages to catch him off guard as he scoops his face up into big hands.
Almost immediately after he slots their mouths together, Ryo is bringing his hands up. And, despite the fact he does bite him this time, it's a small nip rather than anything designed to hurt, his calloused fingers gently skirting across his jaw and up his cheeks. It's more of a partial melt, a little suspicious, but at least it's smooth enough sailing at the moment that Kuramochi Youichi isn't dead.
[ to say kuramochi felt terror upon doing this isn't really the right word--the feeling of oncoming death suits it a little better, mostly because this would not be the first time that ryousuke has threatened his murder and kuramochi has no doubts that he would do it in a second. (the first was when he caught him cooking. he was wearing an apron and everything. it was arguably one of the greatest days of kuramochi's life, and he thought he might die from laughing before he died from ryousuke choking him to death with the same stupid apron.)
rather, he knows he's going to get kicked out of bed as soon this is over, is sure there's a punishment with his name on it that involves him sleeping on the couch for a week, but it's not so bad. usually the last couple days involve ryousuke crawling into his space on the couch anyway. besides, it's totally worth it, because the ringing sound of his open and honest laughter is going to play on repeat for him every day for the rest of his life.
thankfully, the chill that goes down his spine fades a little with the softer bite and he thumbs at his cheekbones with both hands, holding the kiss soft and slow and not daring to pull away from him. yeah, no, he likes living, and if this is the last time he gets to kiss ryo-san for a week (highly, highly possible) he's going to enjoy it, dammit. ]
[ Keeping his touch light, something that most people wouldn't think was very dangerous, Ryousuke holds his face with only the pads of his fingertips at first. He could probably inflict punishment now and Kuramochi wouldn't be too shocked, but he's managed to find a way to soothe the beast that is his soulmate just a little bit with the kiss and his own calloused touch. (This is a little less offensive than when he caught him trying to figure out cooking, despite how mortifying getting tickled into shrieking laughter is. It's another thing entirely when Kuramochi catches him trying to do things for him - learning to cook being one of those things.)
The couch is, probably, inevitable after all this. But right now he's focused on the relatively sweet kiss. His wariness starts to fade a little, and, when he feels a little less threatened by the chance of getting tickled again, he slides his hands gently along his cheeks until he's holding his face with the heels of his palms, fingers sliding into his mussed up hair.
Early morning or not, he's wide awake now, focused on the easy, warm slide of lips despite the fact that it's effectively rewarding him for bad behavior. It's fine, he'll get him back for this. ]
[ ...it looks as if youichi may survive to play ryousuke russian roulette another day. he can almost feel ryo relaxing a little against him, from the way his hands were on his face (this was scary and threatening) to how they've come up to his hair (much more tender). his own shoulders slump a little, though he doesn't go completely off his guard, and kuramochi pulls away just long enough to look at him.
up close like he is, he can see the sweep of ryousuke's long eyelashes, the barest hint of pink if he looks close enough, the blurry outline of his feathers on his periphery. he really does look the part of an angel sometimes, even if in attitude he's more of a devil than anything else.
before he can speak (or worse, buck him off and send him to the ground in what is going to surely be a very long period of groveling) kuramochi kisses him again. this time it's more open mouthed, more probing, hoping to distract him by making out with him. well...it's not a bad plan. he's had worse. ]
[ For now, anyways. Ryousuke can feel the way that Kuramochi seems to relax some, amused by it but not unleashing a merciless tirade just yet. Especially when he can tell that while he's always at his mercy, he's not exactly completely defenseless yet. That's fine. He can wait.
Thumbs sweeping across his temples with an absent kind of fondness, from skin to the short sides of his ridiculous hair, he blinks his eyes open as he pulls back from the kiss. It's just enough that he's look at him through his lashes, head tipped back into the bed and feathers fluffed up still as they regard one another. The morning light filtering in does wonders for Kuramochi, really - his eyes are almost gold, his tanned skin dusted in amber - but he doesn't say anything about it.
Instead, he just lets him initiate another kiss. The simple slide of mouths becomes wet, becomes warmer, and he opens to it easily, humming low in quiet approval. It's really not a bad plan. ]
[ well, that's nice. kuramochi gets a good look at ryousuke as he pulls away, at the way the morning late makes this feel holy, makes 'soulmates' seem way more than an abstract concept that was once kissed across his spine. it's not that he doesn't believe in them--well, he didn't, before, because he used to be bitter and cranky at just about any cute couple wandering around in the streets, because where was his. but now, his happens to be here, and his has been here all along. ryousuke does terrifying things and all youichi can think is, i'd go to jail if that's what it meant to help you.
he'd do anything for the person underneath him right now, anything. groveling to keep from death is not really that bad, because for 95% of the time, kuramochi youichi somehow got in kominato ryousuke's good graces. made him respect him. made him (maybe) fall in love with him, too.
youichi sure knows he loves him, death from tickling included or not. he kisses him with a tenderness that isn't visible on his usual demeanor, with a warmth and passion, ends up keeping his hands on his cheeks and sweeping his thumbs across his cheekbones. ]
[ Finally, finally, Ryousuke relaxes completely underneath Kuramochi. He slides one arm over his shoulder, hooking it so that he can comb his fingers into the back of his ridiculous hair and cradle the back of his head in the kiss. Despite the fact that he's absolutely going to inflict some sort of punishment on him, until he gets an appropriate level of grovelling, it's... probably going to be much lighter than typical, given this form of appeasement. Because he's all sharp edges, danger packed into a deceiving form, but for whatever brutality that makes him less angelic than the rest of his cohort he's made something softer underneath Kuramochi Youichi's touch.
Before he'd run into him, he never wanted his soulmate. He had no interest in finding them, no desire to understand what so many others had talked about, no interest in spending lifetime after lifetime looking for them. After he lost Kuramochi the first time, he'd almost said fuck it, because feeling so complete, so loved, and then losing it all?
Was it worth it? Would it ever be?
Right now, he thinks it is. So Ryousuke kisses him, tentatively putting that emotion into it. It's still difficult for him to feel vulnerability, but like this - pinned down by Kuramochi's weight, blanketed in warmth with rough hands contrasted by a delicate touch, it's a little easier. ]
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Ryousuke believes he's going to try and bolt - he's done it before - and adjusts his plans with the glance he shoots off to the side, but then he's surprising him. That speed of his has paid off in numerous occasions, but this time it manages to catch him off guard as he scoops his face up into big hands.
Almost immediately after he slots their mouths together, Ryo is bringing his hands up. And, despite the fact he does bite him this time, it's a small nip rather than anything designed to hurt, his calloused fingers gently skirting across his jaw and up his cheeks. It's more of a partial melt, a little suspicious, but at least it's smooth enough sailing at the moment that Kuramochi Youichi isn't dead.
Yet. ]
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rather, he knows he's going to get kicked out of bed as soon this is over, is sure there's a punishment with his name on it that involves him sleeping on the couch for a week, but it's not so bad. usually the last couple days involve ryousuke crawling into his space on the couch anyway. besides, it's totally worth it, because the ringing sound of his open and honest laughter is going to play on repeat for him every day for the rest of his life.
thankfully, the chill that goes down his spine fades a little with the softer bite and he thumbs at his cheekbones with both hands, holding the kiss soft and slow and not daring to pull away from him. yeah, no, he likes living, and if this is the last time he gets to kiss ryo-san for a week (highly, highly possible) he's going to enjoy it, dammit. ]
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The couch is, probably, inevitable after all this. But right now he's focused on the relatively sweet kiss. His wariness starts to fade a little, and, when he feels a little less threatened by the chance of getting tickled again, he slides his hands gently along his cheeks until he's holding his face with the heels of his palms, fingers sliding into his mussed up hair.
Early morning or not, he's wide awake now, focused on the easy, warm slide of lips despite the fact that it's effectively rewarding him for bad behavior. It's fine, he'll get him back for this. ]
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up close like he is, he can see the sweep of ryousuke's long eyelashes, the barest hint of pink if he looks close enough, the blurry outline of his feathers on his periphery. he really does look the part of an angel sometimes, even if in attitude he's more of a devil than anything else.
before he can speak (or worse, buck him off and send him to the ground in what is going to surely be a very long period of groveling) kuramochi kisses him again. this time it's more open mouthed, more probing, hoping to distract him by making out with him. well...it's not a bad plan. he's had worse. ]
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Thumbs sweeping across his temples with an absent kind of fondness, from skin to the short sides of his ridiculous hair, he blinks his eyes open as he pulls back from the kiss. It's just enough that he's look at him through his lashes, head tipped back into the bed and feathers fluffed up still as they regard one another. The morning light filtering in does wonders for Kuramochi, really - his eyes are almost gold, his tanned skin dusted in amber - but he doesn't say anything about it.
Instead, he just lets him initiate another kiss. The simple slide of mouths becomes wet, becomes warmer, and he opens to it easily, humming low in quiet approval. It's really not a bad plan. ]
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[ well, that's nice. kuramochi gets a good look at ryousuke as he pulls away, at the way the morning late makes this feel holy, makes 'soulmates' seem way more than an abstract concept that was once kissed across his spine. it's not that he doesn't believe in them--well, he didn't, before, because he used to be bitter and cranky at just about any cute couple wandering around in the streets, because where was his. but now, his happens to be here, and his has been here all along. ryousuke does terrifying things and all youichi can think is, i'd go to jail if that's what it meant to help you.
he'd do anything for the person underneath him right now, anything. groveling to keep from death is not really that bad, because for 95% of the time, kuramochi youichi somehow got in kominato ryousuke's good graces. made him respect him. made him (maybe) fall in love with him, too.
youichi sure knows he loves him, death from tickling included or not. he kisses him with a tenderness that isn't visible on his usual demeanor, with a warmth and passion, ends up keeping his hands on his cheeks and sweeping his thumbs across his cheekbones. ]
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Before he'd run into him, he never wanted his soulmate. He had no interest in finding them, no desire to understand what so many others had talked about, no interest in spending lifetime after lifetime looking for them. After he lost Kuramochi the first time, he'd almost said fuck it, because feeling so complete, so loved, and then losing it all?
Was it worth it? Would it ever be?
Right now, he thinks it is. So Ryousuke kisses him, tentatively putting that emotion into it. It's still difficult for him to feel vulnerability, but like this - pinned down by Kuramochi's weight, blanketed in warmth with rough hands contrasted by a delicate touch, it's a little easier. ]