[ Ragna certainly admired the view, especially when he learns that there was indeed nothing else in the way as she helps him carefully fan the sides of her dress down and out. A more delicate touch...right then. Despite himself, and the fact that he never really had any reason to be, he can do gentle. He is doing gentle right now with this girl as she sits pretty on her perch of him.
It's impossible not to stare, but there's solace for Weiss with how he's not hungrily feasting upon her, like a predator on the brink of pouncing on delicious prey. No. This is Ragna's first boob. Mercy pls. Although there is something adorable about the way that she sputters. Something he didn't even know was supposed to be adorable. Oh Weiss, he's looking at you. You're a First of many kinds for him today. His First companion in this damnable resort. The First person he felt "normal" around. His First touch. First kiss. First smile that disarmed the dangerous Grim Reaper, his scythe broken and scattered to the wind in her eyes.
If this wildcard gets discarded, there's a part of him that doesn't want to forget this. Even if he can't have her name. If he can have this feeling stay with him when he crosses back into that field beneath an empty sky, before he continues on that hellish trail he must walk...
Don't let him forget what it felt like to know that this was okay.
So Weiss? You'll get everything in here. Desire. To be pampered and doted on. You have Ragna the Bloodedge's undivided attention in this moment. Don't make him chase you too long. His First is already spoiling him. ]
O-Oh...
[ Was it vulnerability? Or simply Weiss being the only one who can Observe him and preserve this piece of him? Crimson burns ever so bright in his cheeks to the point they sting, deep red and green hues trailing away with a flicker before shyly glancing back up to Weiss with a sense of wonder. Not uncertainty. But well-behaved excitement as those strong hands of his would gently massage her exposed thighs, up and down, thumbing along the inside from both sides. He swallows thickly. Her gentle desire echoes in his head one more time.
"Can I touch you?" ]
Yeah. My turn.
[ And she'll find him a very proactive participant. She won't need to work hard. Not when he's prepared to plant his feet and raise those hips of his when the time comes. ]
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It's impossible not to stare, but there's solace for Weiss with how he's not hungrily feasting upon her, like a predator on the brink of pouncing on delicious prey. No.
This is Ragna's first boob. Mercy pls.Although there is something adorable about the way that she sputters. Something he didn't even know was supposed to be adorable. Oh Weiss, he's looking at you. You're a First of many kinds for him today. His First companion in this damnable resort. The First person he felt "normal" around. His First touch. First kiss. First smile that disarmed the dangerous Grim Reaper, his scythe broken and scattered to the wind in her eyes.If this wildcard gets discarded, there's a part of him that doesn't want to forget this. Even if he can't have her name. If he can have this feeling stay with him when he crosses back into that field beneath an empty sky, before he continues on that hellish trail he must walk...
Don't let him forget what it felt like to know that this was okay.
So Weiss? You'll get everything in here. Desire. To be pampered and doted on. You have Ragna the Bloodedge's undivided attention in this moment. Don't make him chase you too long. His First is already spoiling him. ]
O-Oh...
[ Was it vulnerability? Or simply Weiss being the only one who can Observe him and preserve this piece of him? Crimson burns ever so bright in his cheeks to the point they sting, deep red and green hues trailing away with a flicker before shyly glancing back up to Weiss with a sense of wonder. Not uncertainty. But well-behaved excitement as those strong hands of his would gently massage her exposed thighs, up and down, thumbing along the inside from both sides. He swallows thickly. Her gentle desire echoes in his head one more time.
"Can I touch you?" ]
Yeah. My turn.
[ And she'll find him a very proactive participant. She won't need to work hard. Not when he's prepared to plant his feet and raise those hips of his when the time comes. ]