Testing if the blue lock boys melt into your kiss
where they stood still with their arms outstretched as you stepped closer, determined to see if they will melt into your kiss.
ft. isagi, nagi, sae, rin, kaiser.
ISAGI YOICHI.
He's already standing as you directed him to. Smiling nervously, ears already turning pink.
"Okay, so I just stand here? This is… okay."
You step in closing the space , your mouth meets his, tongue sliding past his lips, and the noise he makes is half gasp, half groan. His arms drop instantly, one hand fisting the back of your shirt, the other cupping your jaw, and he kisses you back with raw hunger. The kiss deepens as his knees go weak and he simply sinks. He pulls you down with him, dropping to his knees and taking you into his lap. His hands are everywhere your waist, your thighs, your face like he needs to feel all of you at once. He’s kneeling on the floor with you straddling him, a moan spilling into your mouth when your fingers thread into his hair.
He breaks the kiss just enough to gasp against your lips.
“I..yeah. I melted. On the floor. You win.”
His arms are now embracing you and he has no intention of letting you go anytime soon.
NAGI SEISHIRO
His arms are out, but they’re already drooping, and he’s staring at you with a lazy look.
“This is such a pain. My arms are going to fall out"
You kiss him. Deep, before he could take his long lazy sigh. There’s a pause a blink and then something shifts. His arms drop and suddenly he’s locked in. His hands grip your waist, and with zero effort, he lifts you. Your legs wrap around him instinctively, ankles locking at his back, and he holds you up like you weigh nothing. His mouth never leaves yours. The kiss turns slow, consuming, tongue sliding against yours, exploring every angle as he carries you a few steps without breaking the kiss. One hand across your back, the other under your thigh.
He pulls back to whisper against your lips.
“Mm. That was worth the effort.”
ITOSHI SAE
His arms are extended but his is face is still unreadable, his eyes are fixed on you with a intensity.
“You’re aware this is absurd. Count me out.”
You grab the front of his jacket, pull him down, and kiss him like you’re trying to crack ice. Tongue against his, demanding. His arms lower slowly, deliberately, his hands on your waist which then slide lower. He pulls your hips against him, fingers pressing in with quiet ownership, and then he bends you. One hand on your back, the other tilting your head back as he deepens the kiss. He leans over you, bending you backward in his arms like you’re surrendering to gravity and he’s the only thing holding you up. He breaks the kiss with his lips still brushing yours.
“You melted. I simply....accommodate”
But his hand trembles against your back, and he doesn’t let you go.
ITOSHI RIN
His arms are out but he looks as if he's dying, fists already clenched, jaw so tight the muscle jumps. He won’t look at you.
“Just get it done already.”
You kiss him with teeth and tongue. His arms snap down, hands grabbing you , one fisting your hair, the other gripping your thigh and before you can process it, he’s lifted you onto the nearest surface. A table. A desk. You don’t know. You don’t care. He steps between your legs, your thighs bracket his hips, and he kisses you. Tongue sliding against yours, messy and desperate, teeth dragging on your lower lip. He cages you in, hands planted on the surface on either side of your hips, leaning over you, body pressing you down until you’re half-lying back and he’s bent over you, devouring you like the beast he is.
He tears his mouth away, panting, forehead pressed to your collarbone. "…This is your fault."
And yet he is still clinging to you.
MICHAEL KAISER
He's standing like he's posing, grinning looking down at you.
"You're actually thinking i'll react. Adorable."
He's still grinning when you step forward. He's still grinning when you put your hands on his chest. And he's still grinning, just barely, when you press your lips to his.
Soft. That's what breaks him. Your mouth moves against his with a tenderness he doesn't know how to defend against, and the grin dies. For three heartbeats he doesn't kiss back. He just takes it the gentleness, the care.
However, he can't let you see that you've undone him with a soft kiss. So he spun you around. Your palms meet the nearest wall, then he's behind you. One hand finds your thigh, thumb stroking a slow, soothing circle. The other slides up the curve of your spine, tracing every with a gentleness that contradicts everything he's about to do. His fingers reach your jaw. He grips it firm and turns your head to the side to kiss you.
It's devastating. His mouth slants over yours from behind, tongue sweeping in with desperation, and this angle means you can't kiss him back you can only take it. He sets the pace with his tongue, as he also gently strokes your thigh and back. The contrast is maddening.
When he finally breaks the kiss, his lips drag along your jaw to your ear.
"…Don't turn around yet. I'm not done falling.
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