[ It mirrors his own, but despite the flush, his soft lips press more firmly to his, gently pushing and prompting. He's... fairly new to this, but maybe it's the monster that makes sinking into the moment much easier. ]
[ He smiles a little, the vote of confidence and trust giving him a bit of heart. Lips connecting with his again, he does a couple of things here.
Beneath the water, Hurricane won't need a voice. He can't speak beneath the surface, and so he steals that from him. There's a soft glow as he swallows it down, taking it with their kiss. He'll release it upon breaking the surface again.
But the second thing he does is give him the temporary ability to breathe beneath the water. Imparting the breath of life to him, while he might be unable to speak, he won't struggle for air so long as their lips touch every few minutes or so. ]
[ His hands thread around Hurricane's, holding him tight, but secure not just in the way he finds himself wound within his tentacles, but the gentle hold of their clasped fingers.
Gently, as though exploring himself, he deepens the kiss. ]
[ It seems so difficult to focus on squares when, well... when his lips are connected with someone else's. It's tentative... gentle, even, when he nips Hurricane's lower lip. They both had... something of this nature, didn't they? Biting...
[ He reminds himself to hold him gently... not squeeze too tight, when he's a prisoner within the tentacles that bind him, but adjusts and follows with Hurricane's own pace, pliant and giving, but pressing in to take a little, too. ]
[ It's comfortable down here in the water. More pleasant than above in the air. But even he knows he shouldn't keep him dragged beneath the surface of the water too long.
Reluctantly, he shifts them back up above the surface and into the air above. If there is something he dislikes, or it is too much, he wants him to be able to voice it after all. ]
[ He slowly finds himself being shifted in the water, then, to the edge of the pool so that his back is against the hard surface. The tentacles help to press their bodies close. ]
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Then... please remain here. In my bag, I have something that should be able to serve as a blind, I believe.
[ Swimming back to the edge of the pool where he left his bag for safe keeping. ]
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This should work, I believe...?
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[Closes his eyes]
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It is not too tight, is it?
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[ His voice is soft, speaking against him. ]
If I was to lower us beneath the surface of the water, would you trust me? Not to let you drown or bring harm?
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I trust you, dude.
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Beneath the water, Hurricane won't need a voice. He can't speak beneath the surface, and so he steals that from him. There's a soft glow as he swallows it down, taking it with their kiss. He'll release it upon breaking the surface again.
But the second thing he does is give him the temporary ability to breathe beneath the water. Imparting the breath of life to him, while he might be unable to speak, he won't struggle for air so long as their lips touch every few minutes or so. ]
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[That's very nice, actually]
[As soon as he starts to struggle for air, he discovers he doesn't need it - carries on with the kiss, instead]
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Gently, as though exploring himself, he deepens the kiss. ]
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[His hand comes up, very soft, to cup Tsukasa's cheek]
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It isn't hard, but he does gently tug. ]
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[He can't do much else, entagled in the tentacles, but he certainly isn't trying to pull away,]
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Reluctantly, he shifts them back up above the surface and into the air above. If there is something he dislikes, or it is too much, he wants him to be able to voice it after all. ]
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[In fact, he does not break the kiss,]
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