[ grind ] - my muse grinding on your muse’s thigh (Oop. For Kaz?)
[ grind ] - my muse grinding on your muse’s thigh (X)
Everything he had with Mikan was something Kazuichi thought he would never get to experience; friendship, genuine care, affection, comfort, safety, kisses, love, and requited love on top of that. Sex was obviously the eventual next step, but no matter how many firsts he got to have with the nurse, each one made his heart flutter and his head spin with confusion as to just how he got here with her.
A study session had turned cuddle session, which in turn became a makeout session when one kiss born out of pure happiness that he could even have such a thing proved to not be enough. Sat on the nurses bed with her having been pulled onto his lap, Kaz kept his hands lightly settled on Mikan's hips so she would be able to shake his hold free at any point if she desired, a calloused thumb stroking at a bit of exposed skin where her shirt had rucked up as he lost himself with each new kiss.
He wasn't expecting anything of this, more often than not one of them grew shy before things could truly escalate, and the moment would derail, but this time felt different somehow, more heated and sure thanks to the familiarity and comfort only found with time.
The first roll of Mikan's hips had been brushed off, Kaz assuming it to be a simple shift in posture as she tried to become comfortable, but then it happened again and again, it soon becoming clear what was happening, even if only a possible subconscious action of the nurse's. Breaking away from her lips with a shuddering breath and heaving chest, Kaz's eyes were hazy with nary a bit color to be seen behind blown pupils. His fingers slowly inched upwards as he watched Mikan's face, the mechanic looking for any sign that this wasn't welcome as he slowly lifted her shirt up towards her ribs. "Can...can I take this off?"
