RINFESTEDWATERS
oshamomo:
“ Huh ? ” the word comes out as a mere MURMUR, && Momo blinks, slightly dazed. of course; he’s still affected by what had just transpired. what he had just done. he’s not sure whether to be appalled at his rashness or proud of his courage. Rin, looking like that ( slightly caught off guard, which he completely 1000% relates to ) still poses as a alluring sight, though. he can’t focus. not when … not in this kind of situation.
“ Orange … ” he says, lowly. just for the sake of saying something. in actuality, he has no idea what Rin is talking about. Momo briefly remembers that he may or may not have eaten an orange before invading his Senpai’s personal space in the hopes of a date, but it isn’t important right now. && anyway, he’s so distracted that those thoughts just serve to be bothersome. his brain is this close to short-circuiting.
“Uhm, I’m not really sure, Senpai. Haha — – ”
“Mmhm….”
Rin just leans in again and this time it’s him who closes the distance between their lips. And while at it, also pokes the tip of his tongue out and swipes it just barely over Momo’s lips. The sensation is not easy to describe, but he doesn’t have to think to know he likes it.
He moves away with a low, appreciative hum, smiling at Momo. “Yep, tastes of orange,” he concludes, as if this had been nothing but an experiment, a test to see if he was right. Of course it wasn’t, though, and he decides he likes the taste, too, somehow seems to fit with the other’s personality. “…are you quite alright?” He repeats the question, seeing how he is sort of just - out of it. Not that he can blame Momo, of course, the poor guy’s probably seriously emotionally overwhelmed. “Wanna lie down or get a glass of water or something, maybe?”
“ Ah --- -- ” is all he manages before he feels lips claim his own again, && Momo can feel his breath hitch halfway up his throat, an almost exhale that never quite makes it out there. he can feel his face threaten to explode in flames, entire body heating up helplessly to Rin’s touch, even though it is one of endearing casualness. just an innocent press, until --- -- until, he feels a tongue prod gently at his lip, && he ends up almost SWEARING that the ground beneath his feet have given way into nothing but thin air. he feels like crumbling. like his legs can sustain him no more && he’s going to crash through gaia into whoever knows where.
a gasp; not enough time does he have, to even THINK about kissing back, but somehow he feels like Rin wouldn’t mind, considering what just happened. he barely registers Rin’s words: a mere buzzing that filters in one ear && out the other, even though Momo doesn’t mean to tune it all out. Momo desperately WANTS to listen, but his body is very conveniently not letting him.
“Ah, I, I see — – ” he tries again, albeit with more success this time. he does not really see, of course, which is honestly to be expected. still he nods dumbly, pretentiously all-knowing, && tries to ignore the blush still dusting his cheeks. not leaving. not even subsiding in the least. subconsciously, he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip; thinking that Rin has imprinted his taste there. he had never expected that Rin would kiss him again, not when his Senpai had seemed so surprised before. but it isn’t a bad thing ... no. how could it be ??
“ ... I’m okay. ” again, his words are quiet. soft, almost shy. though mostly, he’s just embarrassed. Momo will get over it eventually. just ... eventually. “ That sounds nice, though, Senpai. Uhm ... I - I mean, both sound good, haha !! “