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A smile spread across his lips despite her claim of being hurt by him. It seemed that despite his best efforts to ease her to get her wet, there was still tension that didn't allow her to fully relax. "Sorry about that." He murmured, even if there was no regret in his voice. He had wanted to touch her and maker experience such pleasure that she had been deprived of for so long.
His gaze followed hers and chuckled. "Babies come out of there. I promise that I won't break you." Han tried to reassure her while adding some humour to his statement ; leaning down to nuzzle against her cheek before her hand was out-stretched and came in contact with his erection. He'd press his lips together, barely allowing a pleasant sound to escape him upon being squeezed. His hips slowly moved back and forth in her grip. "I will go slow and gentle... and promise to stop, if it becomes too much." One last comforting promise before the towel was finally pulled down, revealing his nude physique. By then, Han was fully hard. Cock twitching in anticipation of what was to come, if she allowed him that much.
Upper body was pushed back with the force of his arms to place some distance between the two, in order to lean towards one of the drawers of the night table and retrieve a condom. Caught in-between his fore and middle finger, it was displayed to her as her last chance to make up her mind right before he took the next step. "Or should I use my mouth for longer on you?"
Her arms were wrapped around him, welcoming him back just when their lips met again. Not once she had thought, that kissing could feel so nice with someone, or that she would ever make such experience in the first place. It had never been on her wishlist, though she had desired to be closer than ever to him. "And you have gotten a bit more patient, ... but I may take that back." Considering his hard on right between them. Honestly, she had hoped that he would have been smaller, as she had no idea how that was supposed to fit in any woman. His fingers had already made her feel very tight, though she had struggled to completely loosen up and simply relax, but if that could truly make it completely painless in the end? She was not sure.
"Your fingers already hurt," she admitted, while her gaze remained lowered, before daring it and reaching out with her hand to touch him with the towel still in between them. Bo-ra blushed, not sure what she had expected but it simply was foreign for her. This odd mix of softness and hardness. Her hand would wrap around him, daring a squeeze before turning fully red, a small apology leaving her. "I know, I am being irrational... but I can't shake the fear off..." The possible pain and blood, imagining it rather extreme. She was not into anything painful. She already hated the moments, where anything would touch her scars. The towel was pulled away, though he did not appear smaller in the slightest. Bo-ra looked up at him, truly unsure what to say. Better nothing, as she was afraid to hurt his ego, if she mentioned her worries over his size even more.
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It brought him an immense amount of pleasure hearing those gasps elicit from her lips, feeding directly into his ego. At last, she could allow herself to experience such bliss—to melt under his touch while being lavishing with his affection. Despite the pressure of her thighs against the sides of his head, or the constant pulling and pushing with her fingers gripping onto his hair and her foot against his shoulder, the motion of his fingers continued to steadily thrust in and out until it became too much for her. His lips and chin were glistening with her juices when he pulled away—wiping it off with the back of his hand, only to lick it. Her taste still very much lingering on his tongue. Yet, it didn't feel like enough. Seeing her from this new angle only made him hunger more for her. A smile spread across his lips the moment he caught touch herself, even if for just a moment.
"You sound so cute." He dared to tease her at this moment in-between actions, allowing himself to be less serious and chuckle at that. The sight that she offered was one that he wanted to engrave in his head, staring at her dishevelled hair and rosy cheeks as she tried to compose herself. Chest falling and rising with each breath. Han crawled towards her, letting her cling onto him while he kissed her again, more ravenous this time, forcing her taste into her mouth as his tongue slipped in. His hand was placed between her legs to continue touching her cunt, moving them back and forth against her folds before sliding upwards, to her clit.
A grin spread across his lips as soon as he pulled away, and she took note of his erection, which he glanced at. The towel barely concealed anything at this point. "Do you... want to do it? I have condoms, and I will make sure to go gentle on you." Even if, she could be quite hungry, as well—proven by her reaction when he went down on her. "I promise you... I will only make you experience pleasure."
"..." Bo-ra sure looked a bit unsure, when he seemed to lick something off his skin, she had not even noticed. She would nod, feeling her excitement rise just as much as her fear and worries, when she laid down. She did not like the new position too much, especially later where he would move down, getting out of her sight. She pouted when he moved lower after the kiss, mumbling his name in a fond manner. Her hands would follow him, remaining buried in his hair, till she ended up clawing at his scalp, the moment his lips sucked on her clit, squeezing her thighs around his head, as she let out a loud whine and even louder noises, the more he kept going. Completely overwhelming her with how sensitive she was there. Even her feet would kick at his lower body, before squeezing his head again, unsure how to deal with this unholy amount of pleasure. Loud gasps escaped her, whining his name when his fingers joined. "Ow-" She tensed up, when his fingers became too daring but also the rising fear, knowing it could be only painful the first time. "Ow, ... ah-" With his lips still busy on her, the pleasure seemed to almost overshadow the pain. Where she was not quite sure anymore, if it really was there or she was just imagining it. She could not even tell, which feeling was supposed to be the norm. "Han..ngh." Her foot met his shoulder, pressing him away, before she could turn around, holding onto a pillow while breathing heavily. Her knees digging into the mattress but also her chest, making herself small. It had been far too intense, but at the same time, she had to reach down, touching herself more gently, though it did not elicit the same experience, he had offered her. If anything, she started to feel frustrated again, just like minutes before. She turned around again, leaning more against the headboard now. "Sorry," she mumbled, as she could still see some foot prints on his skin. Han was welcomed back into her arms, when she reached out to him, needing him. Just then, she finally noticed his hard on and looked down between them. The towel showing a prominent bulge. "Oh..."
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He could get lost in this moment, overwhelmed by the softness and the warmth that she provided. His lips parted even wider in an attempt to take more of her into is mouth—to consume her, devour her, while she slowly gave into this foreign pleasure. When she called his name, his eyes glanced upwards. However, her own flesh blocked his vision with how much she leaned into his mouth, suffocating him. To his surprise, one of her hands was removed from her breast, prompting him to ponder whether the constant teasing and tweaking of her nipple had become too much for her. Albeit, what came next was unexpected. As he felt her lips wrap around his thumb, he momentarily paused with what he was doing with his mouth, trying to catch some air by tilting his head back. Han wanted to see her in action.
"You're getting me all excited..." He murmured in response to her plea, which he found beyond cute due to its vagueness. There was something desperate, yet innocent in her request. For him to ' do something ', even if she did not know what. The muscles of his abdomen flexed as he sat up, placing both arms around her waist in order to gently pull her away. The wetness caught on his skin didn't go amiss, as he ended up looking downward towards the glistening area and brought his forefinger towards it, catching it so he could lick it off. Its salty taste was a pleasant one that made him smile. A mischievous expression taking over. "For that, I will need you to lay down." His hands guided her to back away and comfortably lay on the mattress once more, hovering on top so she could not escape him.
"Remember, try to relax." To imagine of water as he kissed her once last time before moving his lips down to her neck, chest and stomach. Fingers curled on the sides of her body, gripping her, pulling her towards him with more roughness to his touch the closer that he came to her nether regions. One last time, he'd look upwards, smiling at her like a Cheshire cat while keeping his eyes partially closed, giving him an impish look. The tip of his nose nuzzled against her inner thigh, placing soft kisses against her skin as he gently parted her thighs away to give him space and finally give her cunt the attention that she was begging for. His tongue lapped against her clit before wrapping his lips around it, much like he had done with her nipples while his fingertips delicately teased over the folds of her lower lips, moderately easing them in. Touching her for the first time made him wonder whether it had been the first time she had been touched like this at all and the thought excited him. His semi-hard was visible despite the towel wrapped around his waist ; pushing his urges aside and focusing solely on her by pleasing Bo-ra with his mouth and fingers, twisting them with each thrust into her.
His lust was something else, but slowly she seemed to adapt to him, as she had not expected his mouth to feel so good there. It seriously became tough for her to steady herself and there was this odd longing for more. There was such tingly feeling in her nether regions, enough so that she had to move her hips just a bit, rubbing herself over his toned body, even if just for a moment as she felt a bit guilty for using his body like that but also because the friction offered little to ease this new feeling. "Han," she quietly begged, leaning completely over him, giving him no room anymore, while her hands had grabbed one of his, forcing it above his head, so she could kiss and suck on his thumb, missing his attention on her lips. Her breasts felt so sensitive, but it was not enough, ... not enough to get her over the edge. It almost felt like torture.
"Do something..." she pleaded, though she was not even sure if he would properly hear her below her bosom. With some trouble, she pushed herself back up again, so she could face him rather disapprovingly, considering it was his fault that she felt so weird and incomplete. "Do something," she demanded with a heavy blush on her features, certainly desiring a bit more from him, far more.
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His hunger felt insatiable, rooted in the lust that he carried for her. Her skin was incredibly soft and smooth, making him want to grip it firmly enough to leave red marks from his fingers. The size of her breasts was mesmerizing—a detail he had taken note of, but never of this magnitude. Her clothes had done well at concealing her form, leaving him in awe over the revelation. Never had he showed so much wonder about anyone's chest, which brought some mild embarrassment over his reaction. As if he was a teen all over again. The switch in position did not help with that sentiment, as it made him realize that despite his expertise, there was something inheritable mature about her. As if she just needed a little bit of guiding before she took the reins off his grip. By now, he was becoming hard underneath the towel that remained wrapped around his waist, all while focusing solely on her and her pleasure.
"I was wondering when you'd let me..." He barely managed to murmur before occupying his lips with one of her nipples, wrapping them around it and suctioning. Despite wanting to reassure her, Han would end up letting go of her hand in order to hold onto her more properly, curling his fingers around her waist to keep her body steady while swirling his tongue around the areola. His erection was begging for some friction while keeping her entertained with his mouth, switching from one breast to the other until a hand joined and added pressure with his thumb over the nub. His teeth gently nibbled on it to test her sensitivity, barely able to suppress his smirk when he looked at her and saw her blush.
He seemed to want to devour her, with how much he desired her, tried to feel every inch of her body but especially her breasts. It felt weirdly good, as she could not quite describe it. No match to a back massage now, but still nice, but maybe she should stop trying to analyse everything anyway but she still felt a little bit helpless. He did so much, whereas she did so little. She could try to return it, but she held not the same desire, not like this, where she wanted to feel every spot of him, rather just hold onto to him but she could imagine, it was boring in comparison what others may had done with him. Bo-ra almost winced with how rough he could be at times, but often a sigh would follow. The sensation gave her mixed feelings, but nothing negative, just a total new experience. Her hands held onto his head, looking down at him, taking deep breaths during the little break he allowed her. "Do you...?" Did he mean to go even lower, or was his mouth out for something else. It caused her to blush, unsure if she would survive this particular feeling, if he were to use his lips and tongue like that on her. Bo-ra pondered, before pushing him more and more, till he realized that he was just supposed to lay down on his back, so she could climb on top of him. That new position alone made her halt for a moment, considering she was fully nude unlike him. Her lips rubbed over his torso, more so due to their breathing than her daring such movement yet. "Is this... what you want?" she asked as she slowly leaned down, right over his face. She had to grab his hands for support, squeezing them tightly the moment his lips caught one of her breasts. Maybe the position change had been a mistake, as she might be suffocating him, but also because it was difficult to keep her posture and not just completely lay down on him, the way he could overwhelm her.
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It felt as if she had suddenly let go of all the weight of her body as she allowed herself to lay down with his body hovering on top, trapping her between it and the mattress. His words seemed to have worked—slowly becoming more at ease while he lavished her with his affection. "You're so soft." Han murmured in-between kisses, nuzzling against each spot. He hungered for her—a semi hard-on distracting him from her plea to slow down. He could barely contain himself, as the hand he had used to hold her face steady while she responded to the touch of his tongue, slid down her body when she finally gave him the signal that it was alright. Fingers curled as he groped one of her breasts, barely being able to hold onto it with how big they were ; digging into her skin, with her flesh slipping through the gaps of his fingers. He desired to do so much more with them, but his mouth was busy—giving her the kisses that she desperately needed in order to relax.
A low hum elicited from the back of his throat during the exchange, all while groping her harder, pulling onto it or as much as his hand was able to hold. As he pulled away and gasped for air, his kisses trailed down to her neck and dangerously close to her chest, admiring the way her nipple looked when he toyed with it. He was completely fascinated by it ; mesmerised by the sight. "I want you..." Han vocalised his desire for her in the form of a soft murmur, nearly licking across his bottom lip. His body as a whole was lowered down. However, he didn't dare to go further without her permission ; glancing up at her with a pleading look. "Can I?" As he asked, and with the shift in his position, his other hand was free from having to support his own weight, also toying with her other breast.
She clung tightly to him, she just wanted this feeling to be gone but nothing seemed to help in this moment to ease her stress. She could not even explain herself, why it stayed, despite feeling more comfortable around him. Seeking him more than ever. "Han..." she murmured, raising an eyebrow at his suggestion but considering his determination, she would follow his instructions. Trying to calm herself, ease her breathing and think of the water, she enjoyed so much, whenever she had stepped into the pool. She barely noticed at first, how she was laid down on the bed, considering her hold on him barely loosened. "Ngh..." Opening her eyes again, the moment he dared to tease her like that. "Please... just give me a moment," she quietly asked, wishing to just rest with him for a moment, though his kisses remained welcomed. Enough so, that eventually she dared it herself, to feel or rather taste his skin through the same way. His lips were soon met with hers again, allowing him to enter her, explore, while she dared the same. Her hand was buried inside his hair, keeping his head close. This was nice, being this close. A few more kisses followed, where she finally allowed him again to use his hands on her torso, when she guided him back down to signal him her consent. "Keep kissing me," she told him, perhaps even commanded. It offered a nice and effective distraction.
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To his surprise, it was her who closed the distance between the two and kissed him so innocently, that he had to wonder if there was even any contact between the two. A smile spread across his lips, before going back for another—far more passionate and ravenous in nature. Fingers curled around her waist, sinking in-between her skin ; holding her tightly to show her just how much he desired her. His tongue barely managed to explore her vocal cavity when she pulled away, leaving him unsatisfied once more. His breathing was hot and slightly ragged with how he got carried away.
One of his hands moved to force her head to rest against his shoulder when she leaned against him, keeping her there. "Don't apologize." He didn't want to force her, after all, despite how much he desired her. Lips pressed against her temple prior to trailing down to her cheek. "Just close your eyes and imagine you're surrounded by water." Allowing her muscles to relax and let the water carry her weight. "Let yourself float." And lean against him, as he tried to coax her into lying on bed. His other hand moving along the curvatures of her body until it rested on one of her breasts, brushing his thumb across it. He kissed her jaw and neck, with his body inching closer, hovering over hers almost, as he forced her to rest on the mattress. His forefinger and thumb pinched her nipple and gently pulled onto it, while Han focused on her neck. "I will look after you."
"Ah." Confirming she had listened, but honestly she could not judge what exactly made it easier now, but after hearing that he did not mind, she was not out to deepen the topic anyway.
He sure liked to touch her face. Smiling a bit awkwardly, while her heart seemed to quicken its pace the longer she was forced to look into his eyes, though she did willingly so. His hand was not even needed, cue her pulling it away, preferring it around her waist - him holding her. His lips were so close and his confession sure made her blush just a bit, but it also gave her the right push to erase the last bit of distance between them. It was a quick kiss, as she would quickly pull away, touching her lip a bit curiously. "Yours are so soft..." Of course, but it was still bizarre. She leaned back to him, trying to kiss him longer, where she could finally tell the difference as his lips actually moved, coaxing her to open her mouth. There she had to pull away again the moment their tongues met. Rather embarrassed she met his eyes. "Sorry." It had felt like a bit too much, she was not sure but she leaned back down, but simply to be held by him, while she could lean against his shoulder. "Why... can't I relax?" she whined almost, hiding her face. She sure was frustrated. No matter how close she was to him, she remained nervous. Her hold on him would only tighten.
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@sosordid said: What’s some of ryos recreation preferences? What does he do for “ fun “
Ryo is considered a ' boring ' individual due to his lack of interest in most things. A lot of what he does revolves around his position as a yakuza, such a training. He has an enjoyment for sumo watching, which is something he had done with his boss in the past, and that it has captured his interest even outside his duty. Rakugo shows, too. Although, those are less common as he has no one to go to ( unless one of his brothers is, as he'd not force them to attend to a show ). One of his most shared interests with them has to be the arcade, trying his luck with claw machines or shooting games while his closest brother hits the dance machine. Ryo's interests have a thing in common, and that is that it doesn't require much from him to enjoy it, which he prefers. He's not the most social and is considered quite old-fashioned by most men in their clan. However, he will still tag along wherever they go if they insist hard enough ; going to hostess clubs or karaoke.
#sosordid#.ask / never have any regrets after the game#.headcanons / finger on the trigger—i know it’s too late to be saved#.behind the reflection#thank you for the ask!
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Of course, he was, or did she expect something different by him? Han had to smirk over her comments—speaking as if she did not know him or his antics. Albeit, this was the first time experiencing it. Her first time being in the shoes of other women who swooned over him. Bo-ra was different, though. She wouldn't fall so easily for his games.
Han glanced down at himself when she finally dared to pull his towel, only to replace it with a dry one. The one that had been used for their shower fell on the ground, which he picked up after securing the new one around his waist, twisting it inwards to tighten its grip. "It's easier to manage like that." Especially with how hard he worked out. Something about it made him feel unhygienic, but that sentiment was only carried in regard to himself. Upon hearing her question, his head perked up to look at her and smile, before tossing the towel back into the bathroom. He'd deal with it later. "No, I don't mind." As long as one took care of it, he wasn't bothered.
As soon as they sat on the edge of the table, a hand would be wrapped around her waist to keep her close while the other held onto her face. She wasn't allowed to look away. "I'd kiss you." Han whispered those words prior to leaning forward to the point his lips barely touched her lips, without coming into full contact. It would be a decision that he'd leave up to her, while trying to make her feel more comfortable. "And lay in bed with you worshipping your body, but one step at a time, right?" Anything she wanted.
"Still quite daring," she commented, while secretly wondering if he had planned anything when his failed gesture. Good question, throughout this evening, she would remain a bit unsure about her next steps. "Maybe free you finally." She said the moment she pulled his towel away, though his freedom was rather short lived, as it was simply replaced with a fresh and dry towel. Bo-ra would smile awkwardly at him. Still not able to accept this particular part of him, as she had the feeling, it only signalled one thing, and she was not quite ready for that yet. "You shave..." she noted quietly, as she had not been completely blind for the few seconds, when he had been completely nude. It confused her a bit, then again he was from a different generation and simply younger. Still, just a bit it made her feel imperfect, like she was already doing something wrong as a woman, though it had never bothered her, if anything it offered a little bit of privacy. "Does it bother you?" She had to wonder, while crossing her legs, though she remained close to him.
His hand was taken, guiding him to his bed, where she would sit down with him. Their noses touched as she nuzzled him. "I'm not quite sure... how to continue," she admitted. "What would you do in such moment?"
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The moment was more sensual than it was sexual. Although, he had come to expect that from her. The way in which she embraced him so dearly was a reflection of that, hiding his smile as he returned the gesture with his arms holding her by the waist. "I'm glad to hear that." Hearing that she was more than okay—comfortable in his presence despite their ups and downs. The rest of the shower continued as if nothing until it was their time to exit, allowing her to be the first one. Ladies first, after all. However, as gentlemanly as Han could pretend to be, he still took the opportunity to ogle her body from a different perspective, smiling at the sight.
His stare lingered on her, watching her dry herself until it was her turn to focus on her hair, which reminded him to do the same. His own was dried with a separate towel in order not to waste too much time ; creeping behind her at some point with his hands resting on either side of her waist. An action that ended up blowing on his face, quite literally, as he scrunched his nose and closed his eyes shut when she turned the air in his direction. A chuckle elicited from him.
"Hey... what did I do to deserve this?" He jested, referring to her mischievous action. Albeit, there was also a deeper meaning there, referring to her and her company, which inspired a feeling of deep gratitude. His smile became more sly in nature, as for his eyes, they turned into slits while staring at her. Nose soon burying in her tresses, nuzzling there before kissing the side of her head. "So? What would you like to do?"
"I thought, I was doing the opposite." Smiling a little, but she was actually confused at his comment, wondering where exactly she was cruel now, considering she had fully revealed herself to him. That towel should not hinder him in the things she planned to do with him here, but maybe there laid his disappointment. Her nervousness shot up the moment his hands landed on her shoulders, full contact. She could not really hide her rising tension, but she would not voice any objections, instead her main goal was to ease up, but that it still remained so difficult for her, sure frustrated her. "Ah-" A soft gasp escaped her, when he dared to go for her chest, something she had expected but it still took her off guard, especially when his fingers went to her nipples. She almost turned away, while hugging herself, looking shyly away from him. She would not make eye contact until he pulled her closer like that, causing her to blush, though she welcomed the embrace as she ended up clinging to him. Like this, she felt more comfortable, secure. Her breasts caused her some frustration, keeping her just a bit distanced. "Very... okay," she mumbled. "You are very warm." Something that soon prompted her to gently push him out of the shower, seeking the warmth of his bed.
When drying herself, she was actually turned away from him, while trying to dry her hair with a towel. The dryer on the lowest temperature. It ruined the moment just a bit but she was not out to wet his bed like that. Upon turning around, she blew the air right in his face, pushing his bangs back, causing her to chuckle, before quickly stopping herself, as if she had done something bad. "Sorry..." Her nervousness was returning.
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The assertiveness in her response elicited a smile upon his lips, silently agreeing with her terms and following through without objection. In truth, he had expected his towel to be removed much sooner than hers, so it came off as a surprise to see it fall off her form, revealing her full body. Han allowed his stare to drift away from her face to her curves. Her large breasts catching his attention more prominently. However, there was not only beauty to admire, but also several scars across her skin. Scars that, even if they were not visible, would be very much there, buried deep down. He could only imagine the things she went through.
Her voice distracted him, drawing his gaze towards her facial features when she spoke. For a moment, he appeared dubious of her command—looking down at the towel that remained wrapped around his waist, before compelling. A soft, "Okay" escaped his lips.
As water began to run and wash over his body, the weight around his waist became all the more evident. It was heavy and getting in the way of full intimacy between the two. As she stepped in, all he could do was stare at her nude body while trying to contain himself. "You can be so cruel..." Han half-jokingly said before chuckling. His muscles relaxing upon feeling her hands explore his body with the excuse to wash him. A torturous touch, keeping him wanting more. "If you're sure..." He'd return the gesture and begin with her shoulders, moving his hands in a circle motion before sliding down to her breasts. His fingers brushing softly over her nipples, testing their sensitivity. Han looked back up, desiring to catch her reaction. Hands, then, moved to the back to wash between her shoulders while still facing her, not wanting to lose a second of it. "You're so nice to look at." And touch, but he left that to his fingers to show when they moved downwards, gently cupping her behind and bringing her closer to him, until their bodies were pressed together. His lips hovering over her ear prior to gently nuzzling the side of her head with the tip of his nose. "i hope the water is okay."
"I'll decide that." For now the towel remained on, his towel, as she did not feel too ready to be distracted by that body part of his yet.
Bo-ra would nod. So he remembered, something she had kind of hoped for, as she was not that keen to tell her whole story now. It felt self-explanatory now, and it was always a bit bizarre that really a bunch of teenagers had been capable of that. Wounds that should not exist from mere bullying and yet they did. She appeared more amused than flustered, when he really decided to kiss her hand like he was some kind of prince. Perhaps he believed that at times. It was kind of childish, even though he probably tried to be romantic, but she found it cute either way and welcomed the gesture. "My intention was never to be desired, but it's not a bad feeling," she admitted and slowly dropped her own towel, letting it fall on the floor. There were no secrets anymore, completely bare. "You go first." Not allowing his eyes to linger too long on her, and yes, his towel remained on, even the moment it became wet under the shower. She stood right behind him, with her head leaning against his shoulder. Height wise, they were not far away. It was an odd mix, the cold water mixed with the heat of his body, which would never burn her skin. She actually started to wash his back, once getting some shampoo. Allowing herself to explore his body in a more innocent way, though not for long, the moment she stepped in front of him. "Your turn, ... and you can go anywhere I went." The only thing he had left out by him was his crotch, as she had actually dared to move her palm over his behind, even if not for long.
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There was no doubt in his mind that his perception of her wouldn't change upon seeing her nude. Or did he come across as judgemental? Perhaps, he was partially guilty of that himself, being his biggest judge or catering to certain beauty standards while also defying some. His tanned skin being one of them, as well as the colour of his hair. His signature silver ash. "I'm only vain with myself." Half a lie, since he still took note of other people's body. However, hers had never been one that he thought too much on, mostly captivated by her gentle features.
Brows were raised upon hearing her speak, or attempt to do so anyway, when the words failed to roll off her tongue. At her suggestion, a chuckle escaped his lips. "Alright." He began with unbuttoning his shirt and discarding it on the hamper. Han awaited for the next thing for her to say ; staring down at his feet when she chose the socks. Of course, she'd stall even with this. He followed through without objection. Not a word was spoken as he undid his belt next, waiting for her next command. Just as he was about to unbutton his pants, her additional comment caught his interest. His stare remained fixed on her for a moment, before complying and doing as she said—turning around to take off his pants, as well as his underwear as soon as that, too, followed. He remained still, holding back from moving until she said so. His stare drifted down to his waist as soon as he felt a towel be wrapped around him. The word ' cute ' escaped past his lips at that.
The sight that she offered was one that he longed for. Even if she remained fully clothed, seeing how overwhelmed she had become, brought some mild joy to him. "You do realize we will still see each other naked?" As, he doubted that she'd go as far as taking the towel into the shower with him. At least, he hoped that wouldn't be the case. Regardless of his comment, Han still shut his eyes. He tuned into the sound of her garments being taken off, heightening the sense of anticipation. It was then when he realized how excited he had become over the idea, feeling all too surreal. Upon hearing her speak again, his eyes were opened and fixed on her visage. The paleness of her skin came second to the scars visible on her shoulders and arms, inciting a reaction within him. His expression remained solemn, but as he reached out to slowly brush his fingers along one of her scars, his brows furrowed. "It was them?" He asked without elaborating further. Ever so careful of scaring her away, Han pulled away so he could take her hand into his, bringing it to his lips to kiss the back of it. "I still like what I see... even if I wish you didn't have to go through that." All that pain and humiliation. He didn't want to linger too much on it and possibly reopen old wounds. "I will step in, the moment you're ready." Referring to the shower, which he glanced at.
She smiled faintly, albeit a bit unsure, if he really could handle it or not for long. While she preferred the feeling, it still was a little shock each time she stepped into the shower, but the feeling was rather soothing over her scars.
"You see me dressed," she reminded him in a quiet tone, and remained a bit nervous, as she was not sure how she was supposed to reveal that side to him. A snort left her. "..." But no comment, as she did not know what to respond for once, as she really hoped it would be the case. He did not even have to like it, just accept it, maybe. She was not entirely sure on the matter, considering her body never had played any relevance in their relationship. Neither did his. Bo-ra squinted at the sight of the large bed, though she liked the clean sheets, how smooth they laid on the mattress, just like in a hotel room. She already missed his hand, which had helped her to feel grounded.
"I..." She stared down at him, debating how and where she should even begin, though she knew, that she would prefer him to go first. "Your shirt," she began, thought left the undressing part to him, as she would only watch him. "..." At the sight, she remained quiet, especially since she realized, that not much was left on him with that. "Socks..." she mumbled, and a certain shyness was showing in her. "Belt." Such simple accessory and yet it felt rather intense for her, when he pulled it off. "Pants, but turn around..." She finally managed. No more seeing his eyes, allowed her some much needed privacy. She felt slightly hot, but probably out of embarrassment. "Underwear." Staring at his back and how his muscles tensed, when he moved his leg up to step out. The tip of her finger, met his spine, sliding down. After a few seconds, she ended up wrapping a towel around his waist, before allowing him to turn around and see her reddened cheeks. Once again at loss. "Perhaps... close your eyes." He would hear the rustling of her clothes, when she finally found the courage, though once he was allowed to look at her again, she had snatched herself a bigger towel, though the scars on her arms were clearly to see now. Bo-ra appeared rather saddened over the image she offered, remaining silent and just allowing him to see, make his final judgement.
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To his surprise, she agreed to sharing a shower with him. It brought the tiniest smile to his lips, trying to conceal his excitement over the idea. "I can handle cold." Referring to the water, but also, to her previous behaviour towards him. It felt surreal to even think about it—how close they had become. An unexpected turn of events.
Once done in the kitchen, he'd move closer towards where she stood, looking down at her with a knowing smile. "I like what I see." His stare then drifted even downwards to admire her body, or whatever he could perceive with this angle. Her bosom covering the rest. "And what I don't see." Han continued and offered his hand for her to hold in order to guide her his bedroom. The large king-size mattress was inviting, but even more-so, the idea of possibly touching her in the shower. The hold of her hand would loosen until only his fingertips remained in contact. With a jerk of his head, Han directed her towards the bathroom while he grabbed two bathrobes for the two of them, which were then hung by the door.
"Should I even try to undress you? Or do you wanna do me that favour?" He asked once he turned on his heel, once more facing her. His head tilted to the side, staring while waiting for her response. For her decision. "Whatever you want to do with me. I'm all yours."
She could not help but smile, when he met her gaze, and she really could not explain as of why he elicited such strong feelings in her, past the obvious. It fascinated her, this odd joy. "I don't know," she repeated, right now she was just focused on him, instead of what they could do. She held him more tightly for a moment, closing her eyes, while he would feel her head lean against his again. "That... certainly would be a welcomed start," she had to admit, as she would not mind a cleaner smell.
Bo-ra sure appeared upset, when he got up and left her on the floor; feeling just a bit awkward about it. "That would be nice..." It sounded comfortable, meanwhile she sat back on the couch, watching him from afar. "... but can you bear cold water?" He had yet to see her without any clothing on. Whenever she had been in the water, the little waves had covered her body's imperfections. "I'm not sure, if you would like the sight..." She was no fan of showing it either, though it were not even just the scars but her physique, even though he had never judged her.
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He wanted to succumb to her embrace—to give in and block any thought that could possibly plague him regarding what had just happened. His hold tightened, burying his face further into her chest, even if that meant having difficulty breathing. His desire was to consume her completely—to be one with her. Eyes peered upwards when she spoke, still not pulling away. His head merely moved, resting his chin on her bosom for now. "Hm..." A hum elicited from him as he thought on his first time. It felt so long ago, that his memory was hazy. He couldn't even recall her facial features, but the comfort that she offered was very reminiscent of what Bo-ra offered right now.
"What do you even want me to do?" He questions with knitted brows before looking back up, meeting her gaze. "Where should I even start with you?" A lazy grin spread across his face as he opted a more playful tone, while also being semi-aware of her disdain for tobacco, given the times she would step away from it. A kiss felt out of the question, which made him nearly regret his choice. He had just been in need of something. "Maybe I should wash myself. From the smoke... from the food." That which he left outside on the counter, neglected all this time. As much as he wanted to get lost in the embrace, Han knew that he had to get up and put it all away. His appetite long gone.
"Would lying in bed be too much?" He wondered and glanced in her direction as he ventured back into the kitchen, putting most items away. "Might be more romantic than doing it on the couch." The ' it ' still being something not so well-defined. "Or even a shower." Han later mumbled, giving that option further thought. It would rid them from their clothes, expose themselves to one another without the implication of having to touch each other. It was worth a try.
"Me neither," she admitted, as she was as lost as him in this whole matter, that should be known to her but felt so alien at the same time. Sometimes she had wondered, if she could even experience sexual desire. Han sure had made it clearer for her there, considering she desired to be close with him and experience this joy with him together, though maybe just a hug could suffice too, though it never felt like enough. Having him lay in her arms was a nice change. Despite his broad torso, her arms fit snugly around his waist, while she could lean into his hair. Being close to him gave her a sense of comfort.
"You lack experience with the inexperienced, ... though you must have started from somewhere once too." It was odd to imagine him even younger, and to whom he had even felt close or if it was one of those things that happen during a party. "Do you... even want to try again? I'm afraid, ... I'll not live up to your standards. It's fine for me, to be just here with you," she admitted and gave him a little squeeze.
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' I will always forgive you '... those words were meant to be comforting and yet, they caused the opposite effect. Was he doomed to constantly putting her through pain, then? He didn't want to chase after forgiveness. As haunting as that phrase was, her touch momentarily pulled him out of his thoughts, redirecting his stare towards her once she had joined him on the floor. He should've known—he must have known in a subconscious level, but hearing it first-hand brought some mild reassurance. It felt as if she was taking responsibility of her outburst ; a way of saying ' it's not you, it's me '. Or, at least, that's how he perceived it. His stare remained fixed on her eyes, her pale features, her hair... everything seemed so pure about her despite knowing she was rotten on the inside due to her experience. Brows furrowed over, feeling as if he was no better than those who had sexualised her in the past, but her affirmation truly captivated him. Such an intimate moment, and yet, all he heard was the name he adopted. Not his true self.
"I don't know what to do." He admitted, which was so uncharacteristic of him—truly being at a loss for words. His head rested on her chest while arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly. Eyelids completely lowered down as he found comfort in her touch, her warmth, her body—nuzzling against her. "I just wanted to make it special, but I've realized I don't know how. Not without your guidance." Without her telling him what he was allowed to do and such.
She hugged herself, till her sobs would quieten. She sure had imagined this completely different, not for him to immediately go for it. She really wondered, what she did wrong, or if she was truly cursed. Bo-ra was sure, it was not out of malice by him, but she still had to wonder, why it had to go like this. Her gaze went downwards, before quickly tightening her belt again. It saddened her, that he had just left for now, but at the same time, she could not blame him. Unsure if she would have liked his attempts to appease to her, while she was still in shock.
Even before he was fully here, she could smell smoke in the air, which put another image into her mind, which she did not like at all. It only reminded her of her mother and how out of control she could be, though more under the influence of alcohol but even without, she could not recall one happy moment with her. He stunk like failure, that's how she associated that smell. Nothing she liked on him and she was not sure what to think, that this moment had made him this weak, as she knew that he tried to avoid it. Her eyes widened slightly when he bowed down, though it was appreciated but nothing she needed to see too long. "I'll always forgive you," she mumbled, and he would feel her hand on his nape, running through his hair, even when she sat down beside him on the floor. Sitting on her knees. "I probably... should have told you, that despite my age, ... I never was this intimate with someone." Sex was such foreign concept for her, as she had never managed to reach such emotional closeness with someone to permit physical one as well. Until him, reasons she was not out to end this day with nothing but bad memories. "Not willingly at least," she mumbled, as even the gazes of her past abusers made her feel violated. "I think, there is no need for me to ever experience my first time, but if.. I knew, I wanted it to be with you, ... Joon-gi." Her hand was placed over his own, before reaching over and allowing him to rest his head on her chest, brushing her lips against his hair, where she could still faintly smell his shampoo.
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He believed that by pleasuring her, by getting her lost in the feeling of his touch, she'd be able to disconnect her mind and elicit in the stimulation that his fingers offered. Han couldn't be more in the wrong there—appearing surprised upon seeing her lean back and force his hand away. Instinctively, he added further distance between the two, staring at her with a perplexed expression. Brows furrowing at the sound of her sobbing filling the room. He could not stand it.
"Sorry." A simple apology was offered before he rose to his feet and gave her the space she needed. The feeling of déjà vu made itself present, as he thought back on the first time he had attempted something similar, or even more recently, when he tried to ease a different woman and failed. It crushed his ego, but even more so, left that lingering feeling of failure that stuck with him.
He wasn't an avid smoker. Or at least, tried not to be as it had turned into a vice that he kept coming back to whenever stress got to him. Tonight, he would make an exception and pick a pack that Kim had left behind—igniting it after sliding the door open, leading to the balcony. Han was aware that he should console her, but how could he possibly do that when he felt as if he had just something unforgivable. Hadn't she invited him to touch her? A long drag of his cigarette was taken, filling his lungs and expelling it all out with an exhalation. For once, he was at a loss—unable to know what to say or do. The excess was shaking off with a tab of his forefinger. Just a couple of puffs, and he'd be done, disposing it into the abyss.
Upon his return, he'd kneel down before her, lowering his upper body until his forehead barely touched the ground. Both hands resting against the ground. "I hope you forgive me. I should've never..." Give in, Han wanted to say, as it was clear that not even she was sure of what she wanted. His head was barely lifted, glancing up towards her. "I should've let you decide."
Actually, she was not sure, if she needed to touch him even more, considering her desire laid more in him than his body. Whenever she had seen him half nude during his swimming sessions, his body had never elicited some kind of desire in her. Rather she had just stared at his face, in those warm eyes, whenever theirs would cross. "I think, I am not that creative..." Or easy to satisfy, being simply with him together; feeling those kisses along her skin. There was not much time to ponder further anyway, considering where his hand slipped next, catching her off guard, as she had not expected him to dare such thing this soon. Rather startled, she stared at him, while no more leaning against him. "Hn..." Her gaze went towards, staring almost horrified at her crotch and how his arm had vanished beneath her pants, touching her in ways, which reminded her how sensitive the female body could truly be. She allowed him to continue, though more so out of loss, as she did not know how to continue herself. Her hand held tightly on the backrest of the couch, trying to relax but the opposite happened, as she failed to enjoy this. His next words were not helping and ultimately, she managed to pull his hand out, before turning away from him, sobbing into her hands. She could not enjoy this, not like this. She was not even sure, if she had the right to feel violated, or if her brain was just messing her, or if they were at fault again.
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Her thought process was one that he shared alongside with her, but with it, came the question—was the nothing left of who he was underneath his mask? It gave him plenty more to ponder on, hindering him from completely relaxing despite taking the next step. Her chastising comment regarding the way that he spoke made him smirk, hiding his shame as he leaned against her, kissing her neck. A circular motion teased over her clothed crotch before switching it up and moving it up and down, raising it until he reached the hem at one point, so he could slip his hand underneath her pants. "You can touch me." He gave her full permission to undress him if she wished to do so. The light brushes of her fingertips against his pecs alluded to desiring that from him, while still being hesitant. "You can do anything with me." Han mumbled in-between kisses, moving his lips along the side of her neck.
With his hand finally underneath the fabric of her pants, he touched her again as if it was the first time. Gentle and slow, just in case that his ghostly touch startled her. He wanted to pleasure her while avoiding to completely overwhelm her. Digits applied pressure to her cunt before lightly moving them upwards, right where her clit would be. "I want to eat you." There was something primal in the way he whispered those words ; a certain hunger in each syllable. His lips trailed along her chin and jaw until finally pulling away to make eye contact—seeking for that approval he was searching for. Would she finally allow him to kiss her? His free hand held onto her face, lifting her chin. "Will you feed me?"
She actually had to snort at the woman's audacity, as she could imagine, if she really liked Han, that she wanted him to give up on everything he worked on. "Then she does not want Joon-gi Han," Bo-ra pointed out, considering there was either all of him or nothing.
There was a sigh, the moment he applied pressure; allowing herself to close her eyes and just indulge in this odd warmth, he caused through such subtle movements. It felt weirdly good, despite its simplicity. She barely noticed his lips, too caught up in the feeling below. "Keep that dirty talk for yourself for now," she warned in a quiet mumble. "I like to be highly aware." Not his best chosen words. A hum escaped her, pressing herself closer to his palm. Her trousers sure kept his touch faint. It made her just a bit afraid of how it would be without, if she really gives in. She still was not sure, as she was satisfied enough with finally being close to him, smell and feel him. She looked down at his chest, her finger slipping between the small gap of the buttons of his shirt, daring to feel his skin just a bit. There was some shame, even embarrassment, knowing that she must be rather boring in comparison to the last time, he indulged with someone even more closely. Perhaps she could, should dare more, but did she really want this, or would she do it more for him? She did not even notice, how quiet she became, due to her thoughts.
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