[he ends his words with a laugh, stammered onto him by rin's arms wrapping around him, a tight hold makoto's grown very used to at this point. he laughs quietly, and tries to stop abruptly with his giggling, and keeps his balance with a hand pressed heavily onto the mattress, causing a dip to the side.]
For someone who seemed to want to get back to sleep, isn't your hold too strong...?
[it's flattering, in a way.]
[but makoto leans in, relents, kissing rin as promised. it's not about having the upperhand at all (it's never been about that); it's just that rin's always been warm and bright, not so much like the sun, but a star--nacreous, burning, leaving a dent in the darkest of skies no matter when was the last time he was around. it causes makoto a desire to want to hold on for all that he can, like this is all he can do, because rin's always on the move, ephemeral on the place where he stands now--heading off to other places with no fear nor demands other than his own.]
[he stalls in the kiss, a paused and soft one, between hums and shifts. makoto moves closer, back hunched as he sits over rin's thighs, as he wraps a hand around one of rin's wrists--holding on, a deliberate attempt to entwine their fingers together (a quiet indication that makoto won't be the one to let go, no matter the difficulties that may come).]
[sometimes makoto wonders if their 'i love you's are in any way meaningful, young as they are, stuck as they are. but it feels good. being with rin feels good. that much he knows that he knows, even if everything else were to become uncertain.]
Re: houdiniz
[he ends his words with a laugh, stammered onto him by rin's arms wrapping around him, a tight hold makoto's grown very used to at this point. he laughs quietly, and tries to stop abruptly with his giggling, and keeps his balance with a hand pressed heavily onto the mattress, causing a dip to the side.]
For someone who seemed to want to get back to sleep, isn't your hold too strong...?
[it's flattering, in a way.]
[but makoto leans in, relents, kissing rin as promised. it's not about having the upperhand at all (it's never been about that); it's just that rin's always been warm and bright, not so much like the sun, but a star--nacreous, burning, leaving a dent in the darkest of skies no matter when was the last time he was around. it causes makoto a desire to want to hold on for all that he can, like this is all he can do, because rin's always on the move, ephemeral on the place where he stands now--heading off to other places with no fear nor demands other than his own.]
[he stalls in the kiss, a paused and soft one, between hums and shifts. makoto moves closer, back hunched as he sits over rin's thighs, as he wraps a hand around one of rin's wrists--holding on, a deliberate attempt to entwine their fingers together (a quiet indication that makoto won't be the one to let go, no matter the difficulties that may come).]
[sometimes makoto wonders if their 'i love you's are in any way meaningful, young as they are, stuck as they are. but it feels good. being with rin feels good. that much he knows that he knows, even if everything else were to become uncertain.]