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S-sure, we can split it!

[He went for the tablet and found the app for it. Huh, the prismals just... try to be as convenient as possible, huh? But he grinned a bit.]

But Naoto... Naoto, that means we'd have to share mochi. That's an indirect kiss!

[Nodding, she watches him order with a smile.]

Would you prefer I kiss you directly? I think I can do that while we're waiting...

[Let's see... this, that, aaaand... this? Yeah. Maybe some light treats, too. It was the holidays! Nothing too sweet, since he probably should ease up on sweets anyway. With a little notif, the order was acknowledged. He gave the tablet a little nudge onto the table, where it would lay forgotten.]

Oooh... that sounds like a better idea.

[He reached out and tucked her hair back, offering a lopsided smile. Maybe he did see her every day now, living together and working to figure out what the fuck was happening with this planet, but that didn't mean he couldn't just... look at her. Could anyone blame him?

Then again, how long had he spent avoiding looking at her all through high school, dumbass that he was?]

Haha, I thought it might.

[Leaning to his hand, she brought her eyes to focus on his face before her own hands reached up to caress his cheeks and trace his jawline. He was staring at her so intensely, but that was fine. She's gotten better use to it.]

[Just like she's gotten easier with kissing him in privacy.]

[So much easier. To think he was once so terrified of being within arm's reach of her to boot. Now he all but melted against the touch, doing nothing to mask the small shiver up his back.]

...Lights...?

[It was such a weird habit, but he was thankful that his unfocused command was acknowledged, the cable car helpfully darkening a number of interior lights. They lived in garish 1980's world, but that didn't mean he had to be alright with the brights.

Kanji sank into that kiss with a soft sigh, idly noticing that the tip of her nose was as cold as his. Maybe they'd spent a little too long out in the woods. Hell with it... nobody caught a cold when you had things like moonlacing.]

[She was glad to have the lights dim; there was only so much of the 1980s colors she could take daily. If this allowed them some relief, she welcomed it.]

[Of course, those were second thoughts. Her first thought had to be on his lips, their kissing, and how their noses touched - cold, but warming. She hummed against his mouth and shifted more into his lap.]

[He opened to her, arms winding around her frame and pulling her atop as she moved into his lap. There was always that dark, secret little thrill about being with her like this, even for something as 'mild' as kissing her. It was like they hadn't had any privacy for hours...

It always made his glasses steam, but damn it if he even cared, sizzling away as he worked the warm the both of them.

She didn't need this right here... nimble fingers loosened her scarf and let it slither to the bench, exposing the nape of her neck to that first touch. But was it Chroma, or his own innate fire magic flowing through his blood that always left that tingling warmth in his fingers' wake?]

[She's appreciative that they don't often have to speak when things reached this point; otherwise, it might allow the cold air in on the moment.]

[Still, cold air was felt briefly as he unwound her scarf, but his dancing fingers resulted in her minute shivers, the Chroma swiftly ridding the chill. Well, if he was going to be like that, she thought, unwilling to break their kiss while her hands got at his coat. Food might be coming soon, but... but they had enough time to fool around a little, right?]

[Kanji was absolutely going to be like that, and warmed to the fingers against the zipper of his coat. Any warmth they needed they'd just make together, whether by conjured fire or by the pleasure of each other's company.

The leather of his coat sank under its own weight, a shift of his shoulders letting the heavy thing make its own pile on the bench. He moved to return the favor, gently easing open her coat as the embers in his belly urged him onward. His lips parted as his mind spun, deepening the next kiss. He was blissfully unaware that he'd just put in a food order.]

[With their coats gone, Naoto wanted to remove more - so, so badly she did, but she could not remove from her head that they were expecting something soon. Dressing down and fooling around completely would have to wait...]

[... but, they could at least remove the minimum, right? She might have to remove her pants, but that was fine. She dragged her hands over his chest, reaching down to his crotch to toy with his pants. Hopefully he understood her intention, but if not, she could pull away for more than a breath to explain.]

[It was always a tingle in their wake whenever she ran her hands down his body like that, and he wondered if she'd somehow retained that electricity she had in abundance during the Iris moon.

But lower and lower they went until they settled at his fly, and he felt his hair stand at the back of his neck, a spark work its way up his spine. Kanji gave his resounding 'yes' with a wordless growl in his chest, a thumb hooked at the hem of her pants as he pressed forward himself. Her button gave under the brush of a thumb, but his fingers drew along the seam of her pants running between her thighs.

His other hand had worked its way beneath her shirt, running up her back.]

[Oooh, there's a shiver at his growl and she took it as a sign to step forward. Opening the fly of his pants, his doing more work on her clothes, but it's getting to a point where they're better gone. Zipper undone, her fingers can finally slip inside and find the opening in his underwear.]

[At this point, she doesn't really have to do any work to get him out and she curled her grip around his shaft, stroking it up into the free air.]

[Her fingers delve into his underwear and grasped him, always so warm and so soft, and Kanji felt a strange new thrill; to sneak a little alone time like this away from home, just the two of them, was jingling a little bell or two in his mind. Hadn't he once fantasized about sneaking out of class back in high school...?

He sighed, quiet yet coarse, against her lips as he edged down her zipper. Slipping behind fabric, he played along her slit and fought to keep from gently thrusting into her hand.]

[Naoto had never really considered the idea of doing this sort of activity in public, but she was also a person who never considered public displays of affection. Romantic entanglements should be private affairs that didn't draw attention from the public. But... even she would have to admit there's something to being here and maybe someone seeing them. Risks really shouldn't be making her blood rush.]

[Still stroking, she felt her pants loosened and wiggled in his lap to help work them down. He made it difficult though; of course his long fingers had to begin teasing her. It made her lightly squeeze his length, but she managed a few more strokes before pulling her mouth away.]

K-Kanji-kun... Can... can we get it in like this?

[It was like coming up for a dash of cool air after a deep dive into heat, and for a moment his mind spun as he tried to comprehend that he was just asked something.

In... get it in... ah-]

H-hold onta me.

[With a grunt, he went with his first thought and shifted her side-saddle. He wouldn't dare turn her away, he couldn't bear it, but just like this, he could line himself up. With the jackets and scarves billowed the way they were, there was no telling they were just bare enough under the belt.

Out of the corner of his vision, he noticed a soft gleam as he pushed to connect them, sank into her and shuddered. The rings... reacting to moonlacing?]

[Curious as to his solution in mind, Naoto wrapped her arms around him and let him do the guiding. It was tricky on both their parts depending on how much clothes they wanted off, but she hadn't even thought about side saddle. And if someone delivered their food in person, they wouldn't be the wiser unless they had a sharp eye or nose... or just assumed it was what couples did.]

[... Yeah, she would go with that latter idea.]

[Moaning a soft 'Yes' as he entered her, she looked at the hand resting on his shoulder after wrapping around his neck. The ring was glowing?]

... What are these rings supposed to do again?

[It was hard to describe the way his body warmed, how keenly he was aware of his fit inside. He felt raw inside and out, mind tilted, but her words were enough to keep him grounded as he worked to endure, fight from edging too quickly...

The rings... right.]

M-more Chroma made... protects, stengthens...

[Something about enhancing moonlacing. He was feeling it, like he hadn't touched himself or been with her for weeks; as his hands continued to roam, he felt his own skin tingling in kind.]

R-Right...

[But there was something else? A light weight around her back and on her shoulder, but his hands were skimming her body. And odder still, she felt him inside, but somehow, there was more heat... on her clit?]

[Trembling, she rocked her hips, trying to see what that did.]

[It felt like those first rivulets of a hot shower running down his back, but her hands remained where they were. With a shuddering breath, he wondered where that feeling was coming from.

It all caught in his throat when she moved, mingled desire and curiosity snapping his brain into something akin to focus as he thrust in kind, driving that ache in his groin and stirring the heat in his belly.

He wanted to ask what she was feeling, but words were a little above his ability now, eyes slipping closed as he was solely on moving with her, taking in everything.]

[It's hard. Given there location, Naoto was doing her best not to be too loud, trying to concentrate on their movements; but somehow, it all managed to seem loud anyway.]

[She was biting her lip; was it her breathing or whimpering?]

[Their bodies rocked in sync; she could still hear themselves smacking together with a wet pop.]

[The odd intensity wasn't helping either. She wanted to ask if Kanji could feel it too - but, she felt close to her tipping point already. Or was that even her?]

[God, this felt good... a weird good, such a weird fuckin' good...! Lumi wasn't telling him at all that enhancement meant sh-sharing...! But he guessed he didn't want to somehow run out of funky rings.

He caught her hand upon his shoulder and kissed it, eager for more of that touch. When he felt something tingling in his own hand it confirmed his suspicions: Everything was shared. What did this mean if they wore these things during the full moons? Something to- to try, maybe...

But for now it was her, it was him, this cable car. It was almost comical how the window nearest them seemed to fog but he didn't care. He focused instead on kissing her neck, a soft moan rumbling in his chest. He could burst... he could burst but he wanted to go just a little more, nobody was here yet, just a little more...!]

[It wasn't fair. She wanted to kiss him and touch him in other places, but the need to keep this as minimal in case their order arrived or someone else saw them was necessary. And she could still touch his face when he wasn't kissing her hand. Her other was fisting his shirt, providing support while she helped him move her.]

[So close; she squeezed her thighs and insides to see if that could help push him to the edge, but she was teetering herself, the all too familiar coiling knot ready to come undone.]

Kanji-kun...

[It was nearly grounding, the feel of bunched cotton in her fist pressed to his chest. Yet as they moved together he was lost in what felt like a million volts of everything else.

It never ceased to take him, like pressing a button that simply unwound everything; she spoke his name and it was like he was stumbling, the last inch of control he had over his senses slipping and tumbling helplessly. So it was that he threw his head back and practically roared her name, his thrusts growing messy and unfocused, pooling heat spilling over her inner walls as he let himself completely lose it.

It was in the movement of his eyes sliding closed to bliss that he noticed a silhouette just outside the doors, a silhouette that politely tried to hide themselves to the side in the snow in the wake of a pair completely tangled up in each other.

Kanji's face burned for it- maybe he was seeing things, maybe he wasn't- yet it all stung just the same. Yet... yet he didn't care. Why stop himself then when they were on the brink?]

[She thought that might get him... but she forgot that she might experience the same euphoria he did upon hearing it. Did it always feel like this to him? It just seemed like everything coalesced together in and instant and she couldn't hold on anymore. At the very least, she could muffle her own sounds by taking advantaged of his exposed throat and help herself to bite down as heat flowered and flowed through her before going down.]

[Unlike him, she didn't notice the silhouette, but she did feel like they were being observed. Hard to say if it was him or something else, but from the way his face burned.]

... Our order is here, isn't it?

[It was a bite that set off a little fire in him, something deep, dark and Sanguis. He was breathless from a thousand different sensations, only coaxed along further with the pinch of teeth against his neck.

It'd be a while before his brain could fully piece itself again. But her question drove a shiver from him. Order...? They ordered food... he saw a silhouette a moment ago.]

Yeah... yeah it's here, I think. Covered...

[He vaguely patted the discarded jackets, a half-cocoon. Perhaps they were having a rather heavy makeout session and the prismal was none the wiser?]

Oh, god,... that was awesome...