> With how little space is left between the both of you, you catch yourself blushing, cheeks flushed. Maybe because you’re just that close, or maybe because.. well, damn. When his lips come in contact with your jaw, you just shiver, not bothering to hold that in. “..mm.” Might as well make him more pleased.
> You let your teeth graze over his skin, biting enough to give away your intent and your satisfaction. You accidentally on purpose palm at his crotch, lips quirked up ever so slightly. “You know, I like hearing you.” You do, actually. It allows for you to enjoy hearing his pleasure.
> You aren’t going to take control… Or at least try to keep it that way. Sometimes it’s hard when things like this are happening. As soon as he slides his tongue into your mouth, you press yours against his, sliding your hand into his hair as well. The lead is still his, but that doesn’t stop you from pressing up against him.
> You enjoy the reaction, letting a hand wander down his side and then dropping your other hand down as well, sitting up enough to pull his hips against yours. You’re just what feels right at the moment, after all. You move your lips to his jaw, kissing and licking the skin with a pleased sigh.
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> Can’t really argue with that, it is important. But your main concern at the moment is him, and you aren’t given much time to think about the laptop’s safety. Not with that kiss and all. That kiss that you gladly return, even though you let him take the lead with it. You’ve spent so much time fucking around in a different sense that this is a nice change of pace for you.
> You’re pleased enough with it all, enjoying the fact that he’s letting you take this lead, when normally he’s got the reigns. You won’t lie and say you don’t enjoy that as well, but it’s a different kind of feeling knowing that he’s ok with you leading this shit. Keeping yourself propped up, you part your lips against his and slip your tongue into his mouth, wondering if and when he’ll want to be in control. In the meantime, you’ll enjoy it while it lasts.
> It is indeed the best answer, and you both know that. You return his grin with something of a tiny smile. The idea he passes along isn’t one you’re opposed to. You don’t even try to change his mind, not suggesting anything else. “Why the hell not?” You’re still in your boxers, and you’re both here. But to start this, you roll off him. He can make that first move.
> As soon as he’s off of you, you move the laptop off to the side and beside the bed. Technology is important shit, dammit. Afterwards, you take one of his hands loosely in your own and lean down to press a kiss to his lips, slow and deliberate. You almost feel like it’s been much too long, but in reality, it hasn’t. Even with as much time you spend with him, it’s just never quite enough.
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> Removing your shades, you expose your narrowed eyes to him. Your head shakes slightly before you respond. If he knows you that well, he’ll figure out what your response is going to be before you say it, because damn. It’s written on your face pretty clearly. “Do you even have to ask?” That’s pretty much giving him permission right there.
> You let a lazy kind of grin appear on your face, pleased with his answer, though you knew there was a high chance of him saying that anyway. You would have AR calculate it, but you’re feeling much too lazy for the moment. Besides, AR can wait. “Not particularly. I do feel as if our entertainment can wait, though. Should we make our own?” Your subtle way of stating that yes, you are very much up to something other than shitty porn anime.
> Shrugs are contagious, and you find yourself following suit. You know he’s being truthful, but that doesn’t stop you from poking fun at him. Narrowing your eyes mockingly, you continue to stare. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say this is an attempt to woo me. Can’t say I blame you.” Yet another shrug after that statement.
> “If I was trying to do so, what would your rebuttal be, if I may ask?” You quirk a brow and eye him with sudden interest. Even through two pairs of shades, you can tell his gaze is unwavering. You know Dave like the back of your hand. He knows you. It’s what makes you so comfortable around him — but this is no time for lame ass inner monologues.
> Faking not being bored is something you can’t keep up long, and you yawn. Cover blown, you suppose. Why you even agreed to this to fuck with him this long is seriously beyond you. But then again… so is the fact that he suggested that. Turning your head, you face him again, blank expression and everything. “So uh. Why are we watching this again? I have a feeling it has some hidden meaning. On your end.”
> Your gaze shifts down to him and you shrug, removing your hand from his hair and instead not doing anything. Yep. “No hidden meaning. You asked for my idea of something to entertain us with, and I gave it.” It’s a solid defense, considering you didn’t even know what movies were out and this was your closest idea to one. But at least now you’re aware of the fact that he’s seen it, at least somewhat.
> You don’t mind the touch, but the way his fingers brush up against your neck cause you to shiver. And blink. Was this an attempt to woo you, or something? You wouldn’t be that surprised, and you aren’t. It’s… odd, but you guess it makes sense? In a disturbing kind of way. You’d bring that up, but it’s too early. You wait have to wait a bit more before something major happens. And then play your cards right.
> You notice too late that you should probably stop, and then you realize with a pause that, oh, there’s still anime child porn on the screen. Well, shit. Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place. Watching in silence as the show continues, you let your hand linger back in his hair, but aside from that, do nothing.
