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@virtuousfire· said : The wall he had her against would have to do for now until he could think—until he could pull away and move them again. Impatience got the better of him; a hunger that screamed to be satiated now, yesterday, tomorrow & every day she’d let him. ANIMALISTIC he wanted to be but not yet—patience! Ryo did not hesitate to drink Usagi’s moans; their lips together in a deep dance as hands gripped plump thighs with intent.

He wanted—no, he hoisted & commanded with no words for her to wrap them around his torso. Their kiss broke. Attention did not waiver; cerulean hues burned with desire—desire for her. Fire if not properly tended to will engulf everything in its wake, including the moon itself. “My princess..” Ryo’s voice was usually raspy but this, oh this, this was low & guttural.

Rigid breath accompanying his claim. “Mine. No more waiting–I don’t think I can ‘nymore. Usagi..” Their faces close again, his lips ghosting over hers once more. “..let me make you mine.” | (  unprompted asks  /  always accepting !!  )

                𝐈𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐀𝐒  𝐈𝐅  𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄  had  struck  a  match  against  her  skin.  Ryo’s  hands  sent  waves  of  fire  rolling  through  her,  the  heat  punctuated  by  the  possessive  way  he  drew  out  each  moan  from  her  lips.  While  they  had  been  no  strangers  to  such  intimate  moments  like  this  before,  there  had  always  been  a  line  drawn  —  an  invisible  precipice  they  did  not  cross  —  which  seemed  to  have  dissolved  completely  at  present,  scorched  away  in  the  blazing  inferno  of  infectious  desire.  

                Usagi  couldn’t  say  she  minded.  It  had,  admittedly,  become  difficult  to  keep  away  from  him  and,  really,  there  was  no  reason  why  they  couldn’t  cross  that  line  —  sprint  past  it,  even  —  and  fall  into  each  other  the  way  a  rock  drops  to  the  bottom  of  the  ocean,  heavy  and  final.  Usagi  almost  squealed  when  he  picked  her  up,  the  calloused  hands  cupping  her  thighs  sending  a  roar  of  heat  straight  to  her  core.  She  clung  desperately,  helplessly  to  Ryo,  eager  to  please  and  to  be  pleased.  There  was  no  more  time  for  waiting.  She  didn’t  want  to  wait,  not  when  his  hands  and  his  mouth  were  doing  things  to  her  on  such  a  level  that  she  couldn’t  think  straight.

                Her  heart  fluttered,  taking  a  generous  gulp  of  air  when  he  finally  allowed  her  a  moment  to  breathe  .  Their  noses  were  touching,  and  as  Usagi  looked  in  his  eyes,  she  could  see  her  own  desire  reflected  back  at  her.  They  both  wanted  this.  ❝    Yours…    ❞  she  whispered  against  his  mouth.  ❝    I’m  yours.  You  can  have  all  of  me.  Just—  don’t  stop!    ❞

                                                              AS  IF  HE  NEEDED  A  REASON  to  go  for  it.  Call  it  him  being  courteous  to  her  &  her  feeling  but  something  to  him  that  the  feeling  was  mutual.  The  sensation,  the  want,  the  need,  the  desire  to  be  one  was  very  much  shared.  Ryo  would  not  toot  his  own  intelligence;  he  was  fairly  bright  but  not  on  the  level  of  most  people---this  much  he  was  aware  of.  But,  he  could  pride  himself  on  being  able  to  read  people  &  understand  what  they  are  conveying  with  their  body  &  looks.  Wasn't  hard  with  her.  As  much  as  Usagi  attempted  to  play  coy  around  him,  it  didn't  take  much  to  make  that  cotton  candy  melt  between  heated  fingertips  &,  if  he  played  his  cards  right,  there  will  be  other  things  m  e  l  t  i  n  g  between  deft  fingertips.

                                                                          So  pretty.  She  was  so  pretty.  The  way  that  red  decorated  her  face,  from  ears  to  supple  cheeks  &  from  there  own  down  down  down  to  the  dip  inbetween  her  breasts.  The  images  raced  through  his  head,  desperate  to  know  just  how  far  down  did  the  red  really  run---where  did  it  have  the  nerve  to  stop?  Down  through  the  passage  of  her  breasts?  Cascading  against  the  plains  of  her  stomach  until  it  dipped  into  the  valley  of  her  thighs.  Any  more  thinking  like  this  &  he  was  liable  to  COMBUST  before  the  fun  really  began.  His  tongue,  covered  in  liquid  heat  dragged  itself  from  that  quivering  collar  along  her  grace;  that  swan-like  neck  UP  UP  UP  until  their  lips  mingled  all  over  again.  His  hand  slid  itself  further  up  her  thigh,  taking  the  flimsy  fabric  of  her  skirt  with  it.  

         Shinichi slowed to a stop as he watched the boy stop the flying ball with relative ease and maneuver it with his foot and leg, leaving him to watch in obvious awe. His eyes twinkled and a bright, child-like smile spread far on his lips. He’s seen those tricks anywhere. They were quite normal when it came to soccer players who knew what they were doing.

         “Hey, thanks! Sorry about that, by the way.” He apologised, stepping closer so he could get a better look of the individual, not even bothering to hide his excitement. “With skills like those, you play soccer right? Or at the very least used to dabble in it, before. That was pretty awesome! And your reflexes… haha, not even I’m that good. Unless it involves me needing to dodge attacks from my friend,” He laughed a little.

                                                                              He  will  admit,  it  was  a  good  thing  that  this  wasn't  the  runaway  ball  of  kids.  Had  he  not  been  in  the  path  (Or  anyone  else  for  that  matter)  who  knows  how  far  the  ball  could've  traveled!  Hell,  with  the  power  behind  that  kick  &  the  air  time  the  ball  had  crusing  in  the  sky,  he  was  sure  it  would've  landed  in  the  street  somewhere.  He  was  no  superhero.  Just  someone  with  damn  good  reflexes;  they  come  in  handy  when  you're  dodging  things  like  blades  &  venom.  We'll  get  back  to  that  eventually.

@virtuousfire liked for a starter!

“O-Oi! Watch out–!!!”

His voice rang out, trying to alert the attention of Ryo. Shinichi had been playing a game of soccer with a few of his friends and he may have gotten a bit too invested. Whilst he was trying to maneuver himself and get a goal, he accidentally miscalculated the force and angle of his kick which sent the ball hurdling past the goal and towards the head of the unsuspecting male.

                                                Sometimes,  in  the  oddest  ways,  being  a  warrior  came  in  handy  when  it  came  to  the  outside  world.  Tiny  things  like  heightened  senses,  abnormal  reflexes,  being  able  to  scale  walls  &  having  no  fear  when  leaping  from  a  tall  building  to  make  the  landing---you  know,  small  things.  Take  this,  for  example.  Now,  even  with  hearing  the  shout  from  whomever  that  was,  any  normal  person  would  not  have  the  reflexes  needed  to  hear,  call,  see  it  coming  &  dodge.  Most  people  would  just  get  smacked  in  the  face  because  they  were  still  buffering  &  processing  the  information.  Ryo,  unlike  other  lads  had  his  own  alternative  to  the  situation.

 You  can  say  that  it  was  unexpected  but  ,  this  was  just  something  she  was  known  to  do  .  He  knew  this  .  He  accepted  this  .  He  had  gotten  used  to  this  .  Granted  ,  it  had  taken  a  bit  getting  used  to  ;  things  that  were  done  just  in  the  moment  without  warning  used  to  have  a  different  effect  ( she  still  brings  up  from  time  to  time  the  fact  that  he  had  the  nerve  to  fling  her  off  his  lap  - - -  IT  WAS  A  REFLEX  ! )  .  Ryo  felt  Chibiusa's  weight  on  him  .  The  warmth  of  her  body  through  feather  -  light  clothing  while  his  own  inner  flame  simmered  low  ,  but  burning  bright  as  it  always  has  been  .

                                         To  think  fire  was  allowed  to  touch  the  moon  in  any  manner  .  Did  it  not  fear  being  burned  ?  It  never  came  just  close  enough  to  gather  warmth  no  ,  it  would  linger  ,  hover  ,  dress  itself  in  the  immortal  flame  &  come  away  heated  to  the  touch  .  Craving  .  Wanting .  Longing  .  Always  playing  with  that  forever  burning  fire  .  Like  now  ,  as  her  lips  pressed  against  his  &  he  ,  unable  to  keep  it  brief  ,  cradled  the  back  of  her  neck  gently  (  never  rough unless  asked  for  )  .  Keep  her  there  . Deepen  the  connection  .  Caress  her  lips  with  the  tip  of  the  tongue  and  dance  with  hers  that  pokes  out  at  the  sensation  .  Fall  into  the  well  that  are  her  light  moans  and  drink  from  them  like  a  dying  man  .  Bathe  the  moon  in  the  everlasting  fire  .  Break  quietly  but  miss  her  not  ,  the  moon  will  return  again  ---  as  she  always  did  .

        𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 lips, which she quickly tries to cover up with a cough. It was cute watching him struggle to remember what to call her — but really, she didn’t mind if he wanted to just stick to Usagi. Regardless, she liked the way he said her name; as if she were someone important.  ❛  You’re going to do great,  ❜ she reassured, patting his arm. ❛  I can’t remember if I told you this already or not, but my Mama is a manga artist. So, the house might be a little messy. She’s always doodling on anything she can find.  ❜ Paper, post-it notes, napkins. She wouldn’t be surprised if her mother’s work was spread out all over the kitchen table. Usagi was pretty sure she had a deadline coming up for the next chapter in her latest project.

Tagging: whoever tf is still around

                                        by the sky-blue pond