INBOX - NHD-C12-KRI-248 - IKARI, SHINJI

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Thanks.

[So he takes the opportunity to take one of his hands from the curve of Shinji's back, and be brings it once again to Shinji's face. This time, though, it's just his fingertips. He first touches Shinji's nose, the bridge and then the tip, but it doesn't have time to be a cute gesture, because now he's brushing the dip of Shinji's philtrum; he's outlining and then filling in the chapped color of Shinji's lips. His fingers linger there, and then rise away, to his friend's brow; he touches all across, thumbs away the remnants of any creases.

He looks like he's crafting something, though he does not create art, but venerates it.]

[forevalone]

<sub>[Shinji lets him touch and trace where he wishes, fingers sliding over skin, as if to memorize and remember every little detail. It's not a lewd gesture by any means, but there's a small part of Shinji, in the back of his head that twists it into something else. His lips feel dry as he lays there, staring back at Kaworu, cheeks dusted pink. The longer he lets Kaworu's fingers stray, the more he can feel a heat from the tips of his toes rise up toward his face.

He reaches with his own hand to snag those wayward fingers, swallowing quietly as he draws them down toward his lips to press them against them. It's a kiss, a little one - that's all he can allow it to be - even though part of him wants to part his lips and slide a tongue against one of Kaworu's slender digits. He doesn't though, too self conscious for such an inappropriate act, instead averting his eyes, long lashes heavy as he stares at Kaworu's shoulder instead.]</sub>

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[Kaworu isn't clueless, he's just gone so long... without. Right now he touches Shinji because he spent so much time unable to. When he was younger, lust was more present; he was even lascivious, really compelled by the things that bodies could do. Now that time has passed, sex just isn't an issue for him. He's had bigger things to think about.

But he isn't clueless.]

You seem shy. [His fingers curl against Shinji's, a knuckle to Shinji's mouth.] But you've gotten to where you seek contact, now. Does that feel good?

[He means emotionally...]

[forevalone]

<sub>[It isn't fair, he wants to say. It isn't fair at all. Kaworu has no idea how badly he wants contact, how desperate he is to be touched by him, even if he's equally as frightened by the thought. He may not be clueless, but it certainly feels that way. It feels one-sided, as if he's forcing the other boy into returning every gesture, every little touch. These are things he doesn't want to force though. He wants Kaworu to want him. He wants it to come naturally.

It isn't just emotional for Shinji. It's physical too, which makes things all the more complicated.]</sub>

I am shy, Kaworu-kun...you know that...