Hello dear! No trouble at all, I rather enjoyed the challenge and your choices strung together rather nicely. I hope you like it!
Ryouta Kise – Kisses #1, 2, 5, 22, 27 and 36
#1: being unable to open their eyes for a few moments
afterward
#2: one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring
each other
#5: guys furrowing their brow when kissing passionately
#22: smiling just before or during the kiss
#27: bringing up the hands to cup the other person’s face while
kissing
#36: that thing where someone turns into an unexpected kiss,
like there were turning around and the other person was just super close
Kise watches you with your head down, eyes intensely focused on
the paper in front of you. You always look so cute when you’re concentrating. Then
again, he always thinks you look cute. You’ve been tutoring him for most of the
semester, the school insisting that if he wants to continue playing basketball,
he has to bring his grades up. He’d whined about it until he met you. Then he
whined about how hard assed you are but he doesn’t really mind spending time
with you. He just wished he could get you to see him as more than just a
project. He knows he’s immature and childish at times but he really likes you.
Leaning more into your space, his breath fans the practice test
he’s just finished and you’re grading.
“Kise, what do you wa-“you start only to be startled when you
turn your head and your lips accidentally graze his; you’d no idea he was that close to you. The contact is brief,
barely able to be considered a kiss but as you pull away Kise can’t stop his
hand shooting behind your head to tug you forward, crashing your mouths back
together.
His other hand cups your face, finger tips grazing over your
skin making you shiver. He feels the tremor, your obvious enjoyment of what he’s
doing making him smile into the kiss. Pulling you even closer, Kise’s brow
furrows; now he’s the one concentrating, focusing on the feel of your lips, the
taste of your mouth and the scent of your skin. If this ends up being just a
fluke, he wants to remember every detail for the rest of his life.
Needing to feel more of you, Kise pulls you roughly from your
chair to straddle him in his, hands roaming over your back but remaining on the
outside of your clothes; he doesn’t want to push his luck. He curses his lungs
need of oxygen, unwillingly releasing you with a slight moan. Unable to open
his eyes for a few moments, he basks in the heat of your body pressed to his,
the feel of your warm breath against his face.
“You know,” you say and he finally opens his eyes, “bribing me
isn’t going to help your test scores get any better.”
He chuckles, hand grasping the back of your neck and pulling you
forward again. Kissing the tip of your nose he says, “True, but I’m more likely
to remember the material with the proper motivation.”
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