[It feels like such an escalation from earlier, from their cute little "date" at the festival. But Shell's mind is far away from there, focusing only on the warm feeling of Childe's breath against his lips, and the feeling of his hands pulling him in closer. The fabric of his yukata is easily disturbed by Childe's hands, causing it to grow more disheveled as he's pulling into his lap. If not for the thin cotton underclothes he had underneath, he's already be looking a little lewd.]
[He can't hold back the groan that rises from his throat when Childe parts his lips, echoing out again with an added gasp when his hair is gripped so strongly. It's so easy to give into this feeling, his own hands wrapping around Childe's back to cling to him and grip at the fabric of his shirt. Never would he have guessed that things would end up like this between them.]
[It feels like his head is spinning. There's some part of him that feels as though he should stop this before it gets too far, but-- where would that point be? Hasn't he already crossed it? Was doing this wrong? If One were here--]
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[He can't hold back the groan that rises from his throat when Childe parts his lips, echoing out again with an added gasp when his hair is gripped so strongly. It's so easy to give into this feeling, his own hands wrapping around Childe's back to cling to him and grip at the fabric of his shirt. Never would he have guessed that things would end up like this between them.]
[It feels like his head is spinning. There's some part of him that feels as though he should stop this before it gets too far, but-- where would that point be? Hasn't he already crossed it? Was doing this wrong? If One were here--]
[Well. He isn't. So maybe this is okay?]