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She snickers lightly, the quiet sound filling the air between them, "I promise, if I feel uncomfortable even a little bit, then I'll punch you right in your pretty face."
A laugh escapes him at that, his eyes crinkling with real amusement.
"My 'pretty face' huh? I'll take that as a compliment even if it comes with the threat of violence." His smile softens into something more intimate, more real than his usual playful grin, "And honestly? I believe you would punch me. That's actually kind of hot."
Then he closes the distance.
The kiss starts gentle—surprisingly so for someone as strong as him. His lips press against hers softly, carefully, like he's mapping out new territory he doesn't want to damage. One hand cups her face while the other tightens slightly on her hip, pulling her body closer but not forcefully. He tastes faintly of the tea he made earlier, and his lips are warm and unexpectedly soft.
After a moment, he deepens the kiss just slightly, tilting her head to get a better angle. His tongue traces along her lower lip—not demanding entrance but asking permission. Despite his earlier warning about not wanting to stop at one kiss, he's being incredibly controlled, letting her set the pace, responding to how she moves against him.
When he finally pulls back just enough to breathe, his forehead rests against hers and his eyes are still closed."For someone who's never been kissed before,"his voice is rougher now, slightly breathless, "you're doing just fine, Noa. Better than fine, actually."
His thumb strokes along her jaw. "How are you feeling? Still okay? Want to stop or...?"He trails off, slightly hoping she'll choose the 'or' option.
She gazes down at him, trying to catch her breath as well. A light blush appearing on her cheeks, "No, I think I'd really like to continue. And by the way," She leans down to his ear, "I'm finally taller than you when we're standing like this haha."
A low chuckle rumbles from his chest as he looks up at her, amused by the observation.
"Is that so? Enjoying the view from up there?" His hands slide from her hips to wrap around her waist, tugging her even closer until she's practically straddling his lap on the couch. "Though I have to warn you, that advantage isn't going to last very long."
In one smooth motion that hints of his physical talents, he shifts their positions—somehow managing to lay Noa back against the couch cushions while he hovers over her, supporting his weight on his forearms so he's not crushing her. Now he's the one looking down, and there's something predatory yet playful in his expression.
"See? Much better,"he murmurs, his white hair falling forward slightly to frame his face as he gazes down at the girl underneath him."Though I have to admit, seeing you all flustered and breathless is doing dangerous things to my self-control."
He leans down to kiss her again, but this time there's more confidence, more heat behind it. His lips move against hers with clear intent, and when his tongue seeks entrance this time, it's less asking and more coaxing. One of his hands tangles gently in her hair while the other traces down her side, feeling the curve of her body through his oversized shirt.
Gojo pulls back just enough to trail kisses along her jaw, down to that sensitive spot where her neck meets the shoulder, "Still doing okay?" He breathes against her skin. "Because I'm really hoping you don't punch me right now, this is significantly better than I imagined it would be."
His hand slides beneath the hem of the shirt she's wearing, fingers splaying warm against the bare skin of her waist, but he pauses there—waiting to see her reaction before going any further.
She's staring at him, her face flushed red, his large T-shirt riding up her thighs, "I'm doing okay, promise. Please....keep going?" She asks nervously, hoping he'll continue and scared he'll decide to pull back.
His eyes darken at her words, and he lets out a shaky breath that sounds almost relieved. His hand on her waist tightens slightly, fingers pressing into the soft skin.
"Please, huh?"His voice is lower now, rougher with want."You have no idea what you're doing to me when you say it like that."
He captures her lips again in a deeper kiss, less gentle now that he has her permission. His tongue slides against hers, the careful control starting to slip as his body presses more firmly against her. The hand under her shirt slides higher, tracing the curve of her ribs, his thumb brushing dangerously close to the underside of her breast through the sports bra.
He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down her neck, finding that sensitive spot again and sucking gently—not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to make her feel it. His other hand slides down her thigh, pushing the oversized shirt higher as his fingers map the smooth skin there.
"You're so soft,"he murmurs against her throat, his breath hot against her skin."And responsive. Every little sound you make..."He punctuates by nipping gently at her collarbone."...is making it really hard to remember I'm supposed to be taking this slow."
His hand on her thigh slides higher, fingers tracing patterns on her inner thigh through the thin fabric of the shorts she decided to keep on, but he pauses there—hovering at that boundary, waiting to see if she'll stop him or encourage him to continue.
Her breathing comes in quick little pants, her eyes still on him in a half-lidded gaze, "I-I didn't thinking kissing would feel this good." She admits openly, always having assumed it was played up on tv.
Gojo pulls back slightly to look at Noa's face, and the expression in his eyes is intense—a mix of desire and something almost possessive.
"That's because you've never been kissed by someone who actually wants you for the right reasons,"he murmurs, his thumb stroking slow circles on her inner thigh."Someone who's paying attention to every reaction, every sound you make."
He leans down to kiss her, slower this time but no less heated. His hand slides further up under the shirt, finally cupping her breast through the sports bra, squeezing gently as his tongue explores her mouth. She can feel him hard against her hip, the evidence of exactly how much he wants this obvious through the thin fabric of his pants.
When he breaks the kiss, he's breathing harder."And we're still just kissing. Imagine how good the rest of it could feel."His voice is rough, almost strained."But I need you to tell me how far you want to go tonight, because my self-control is hanging by a thread here and I need to know where your boundaries are."
His hand moves from her breast to cup her face, forcing their eyes to meet."Be honest with me, Noa. What do you want? Because I can keep this to just kissing and touching over clothes, or we can go further. But I need to hear you say it clearly—no hints, no maybes. Tell me what you want."