[ 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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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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[That's]
[Definitely some tentacles pressing them together,]
[He does not break the kiss at this, either]
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