[Midousuji becomes aware of the unchecked vice of his grip when he feels Aerith’s dainty wrist twist in its hold, immediately recognizing that as a desire to break contact, but also recognizing it isn’t adverse; a little embarrassed, Midousuji does relent, letting her go, watching her with curiosity. he blinks when she lays back, eyes wider thereafter, his teeth grit and exposed. just what is she up to—?!
before him, when she subtly lifts her legs to…do what she does…Midousuji’s body lurches in a jump of surprise, and even though he’s just ordered something so blunt and so lewd (while having an impossibly hard boner), Midousuji instinctively gives a little shriek and slaps his hands over his eyes. it’s total reflex. it’s not like he doesn’t want a perhaps incidental peek, but it doesn’t feel natural to deem it as appropriate, yet. like the context hasn’t caught up with his autopilot. it’s new.
Midousuji’s thin fingers eventually part, his lightless, doll-like eyes peeking shyly between them like bony shudders. his eyes dart immediately to her discarded panties, and he bites his lower lip—visibly hard, pupils contracting as he sucks in a breath through his nose, subtly flaring his tiny nostrils in doing so.
holy shit. fearless, as usual. he’s back to feeling intimidated, but thankfully, he’s far too interested to back down. and strangely, too competitive; it’s been a long time since that side of him has been drawn out, so it’s hard not to lean into. one of the only things he enjoys.
he looks back to Aerith, eyebrows raising.]
…Huh?
[her words finally register; sink in. Midousuji’s eyes widen and he leans his neck forward, jaw dropping.]
Hu—h!?!
[crap. wait. it was his word choice!! that wasn’t what he meant by “show,” exactly…
but. also. damn. it’s not like this place really has porn. there’s kind of erotic paintings, and certainly illustrated stuff… but it’s not the same as seeing it live-motion. his eyes wander with curious trepidation to the starchy folds of where her skirt gathers at her pelvis, though most of her legs are still covered.
Midousuji yanks his head in a sharp turn away from Aerith, hands still placed partially over his eyes, giving her a look at his flat profile. he finally realizes he should let go of his lip, and when he does, there’s bright pink crescents beneath his lower lip. he looks at her through the corner of his eyes, knees shyly knocking together, legs tilting to one side, somewhat attempting to quell the ache in his dick.
he’s curious about what’s going on, here. with him, with her. aside from Aerith being attractive, someone he trusts, and someone beautiful, what’s spurring Midousuji on besides the urging of his red blood? what’s keeping him obediently in place? is this something he’s into, but isn’t aware of it? or is the context foggying up his ability to parse the reality? and has she genuinely always been attracted to him? what is she into? this?? is she just like this, or is she getting off on this? whatever “this” is??? luring him along with a carrot on a stick like he’s a dumb, starved donkey. which doesn’t feel inaccurate to say… he’s salivating.
it’s seldom so enticing to be so confused.]
I…
[he finally looks at her a bit more directly, though it’s still mostly through the corners of his eyes. he swallows, mitigating the recent overproduction of saliva and quelling his nerves.]
…I want to… [Midousuji’s eyes shyly dart away, rolled up in their upper corners, but his face turns back towards her in full, at least.] …I wanna do more than just the…finish. [god, even just saying that makes Midousuji want to die, his mind immediately peppered with salacious imagery. how has he never thought about Aerith doing that kind of thing. is he stupid. is he actually an idiot??? suffice to say, he’s going to keep that one…]
So, maybe… m-m…meet half way…?
[he’s gotta learn, after all. Midousuji’s aware he’s not, er, especially gifted…kinetically… nor does he understand what it’s like to have a pussy. so.
but of course, if he’s going to learn by watching, he might have to…you know…actually look at her.]
no subject
before him, when she subtly lifts her legs to…do what she does…Midousuji’s body lurches in a jump of surprise, and even though he’s just ordered something so blunt and so lewd (while having an impossibly hard boner), Midousuji instinctively gives a little shriek and slaps his hands over his eyes. it’s total reflex. it’s not like he doesn’t want a perhaps incidental peek, but it doesn’t feel natural to deem it as appropriate, yet. like the context hasn’t caught up with his autopilot. it’s new.
Midousuji’s thin fingers eventually part, his lightless, doll-like eyes peeking shyly between them like bony shudders. his eyes dart immediately to her discarded panties, and he bites his lower lip—visibly hard, pupils contracting as he sucks in a breath through his nose, subtly flaring his tiny nostrils in doing so.
holy shit. fearless, as usual. he’s back to feeling intimidated, but thankfully, he’s far too interested to back down. and strangely, too competitive; it’s been a long time since that side of him has been drawn out, so it’s hard not to lean into. one of the only things he enjoys.
he looks back to Aerith, eyebrows raising.]
…Huh?
[her words finally register; sink in. Midousuji’s eyes widen and he leans his neck forward, jaw dropping.]
Hu—h!?!
[crap. wait. it was his word choice!! that wasn’t what he meant by “show,” exactly…
but. also. damn. it’s not like this place really has porn. there’s kind of erotic paintings, and certainly illustrated stuff… but it’s not the same as seeing it live-motion. his eyes wander with curious trepidation to the starchy folds of where her skirt gathers at her pelvis, though most of her legs are still covered.
Midousuji yanks his head in a sharp turn away from Aerith, hands still placed partially over his eyes, giving her a look at his flat profile. he finally realizes he should let go of his lip, and when he does, there’s bright pink crescents beneath his lower lip. he looks at her through the corner of his eyes, knees shyly knocking together, legs tilting to one side, somewhat attempting to quell the ache in his dick.
he’s curious about what’s going on, here. with him, with her. aside from Aerith being attractive, someone he trusts, and someone beautiful, what’s spurring Midousuji on besides the urging of his red blood? what’s keeping him obediently in place? is this something he’s into, but isn’t aware of it? or is the context foggying up his ability to parse the reality? and has she genuinely always been attracted to him? what is she into? this?? is she just like this, or is she getting off on this? whatever “this” is??? luring him along with a carrot on a stick like he’s a dumb, starved donkey. which doesn’t feel inaccurate to say… he’s salivating.
it’s seldom so enticing to be so confused.]
I…
[he finally looks at her a bit more directly, though it’s still mostly through the corners of his eyes. he swallows, mitigating the recent overproduction of saliva and quelling his nerves.]
…I want to… [Midousuji’s eyes shyly dart away, rolled up in their upper corners, but his face turns back towards her in full, at least.] …I wanna do more than just the…finish. [god, even just saying that makes Midousuji want to die, his mind immediately peppered with salacious imagery. how has he never thought about Aerith doing that kind of thing. is he stupid. is he actually an idiot??? suffice to say, he’s going to keep that one…]
So, maybe… m-m…meet half way…?
[he’s gotta learn, after all. Midousuji’s aware he’s not, er, especially gifted…kinetically… nor does he understand what it’s like to have a pussy. so.
but of course, if he’s going to learn by watching, he might have to…you know…actually look at her.]