starlogs | 【OPEN/CLOSED】☆ WALK THROUGH STREETS OF GOLD WITH CIGARETTES YOU HAND ROLLED

_{[ And Dorothy isn't Totoko. They have similar hair, but nothing can hold a candle to Totoko's doe eyes and the way her face flushes red when she loses her temper. Ah, Karamatsu is hopelessly in love; he knows he doesn't have a chance, but that doesn't mean he'll stop trying to impress his childhood sweetheart.
His heart skips a beat when Dorothy smiles like that— all this time he had just seen Dorothy sad and concerned about her loved ones. To see a glimpse of her happy, well, it somehow makes his stomach flutter. He knows he falls for people quickly without warning, but for some odd reason, it's happening particularly quick right now.

Karamatsu is.. average— the best way it could be described by his appearance. Your average looking, 20-something year old, Japanese man. There was nothing spectacular about him, or the rest of his identical brothers. His arms weren't really toned— there was still a little stomach he had. However, to somebody, he might would be considered handsome. It was just his overbearing personality that was a turn off most of the time.

He gives his company another look over, because seeing her lips curve upward is doing such an odd thing to him— he really wants to see her smile like that more and more and he cannot explain why. Her words are things he thought he'd never hear out of the blue; somebody he just met; and for some reason, he feels especially lucky right now.

His arm reaches to curve around the back of her stool chair, the scent of too much cologne wafting through the air from his person. He rubs his chin with his other hand, eyes closing for a moment as he tries to ignore how warm his skin feels right now. One eye peeps open to look expectantly at her: ]}

Of course, of course. The only thing better than not being alone, is being alone with somebody.
_{[ you see where he's getting at, perhaps we can relocate to some place more private.. ]}

Edited 2017-03-09 04:59 (UTC)

[ his arm settles around the back of her chair and dorothy wants to lean into the warmth of his arm or against his side. it's not comfort she seeks so much as proximity, and after a moment of wondering why not? she does just that, inching closer and tipping her head back to rest against his arm. if it bares her throat, if it means she has to glance at him out of the corner of her eyes, she's willing to take those side effects.

when did human touch become such a necessity? she doesn't know, but she knows that this isn't nearly enough, that she wants more—if want isn't too harmless a word still, because her skin feels tight with need. so when he suggests, in a not very roundabout way, that they go somewhere private, dorothy slides out of her chair. she doesn't go far, though, instead standing in front of his chair, hips canted to one side. ]

That sounds right. [ he wanted to see her smile again, didn't he? she does, now. ] But don't you think you should kiss me first?

_{[ Even Karamatsu knows something about all of this isn't right— years of pining after women with no avail clearly indicate that something is going on here. She can't possibly be drunk, can she? Was he? If so, he feels as if taking advantage of the situation isn't right if she's under the influence of something, and somewhere in the back of his head, guilt is already rising just by simply thinking of what he wants to do with this girl.

but he can't turn away right now— not so easily— not when a girl actually shows she wants him. He tries so hard for something like this for himself. He cares so much for other people, but behind it all, he's stupidly jealous and selfish.

Instinctively, his wrist curls, fingers rubbing along the round of her shoulder and he's about to tip his head on top of hers when she pulls away and ah, the words out of her mouth next cause Karamatsu's mouth to drop.

Kiss? Kiss her? Already, we're kissing? Just like that? He's hardly even flirted with her and now.. there's kissing. It's obvious he's in disbelief for a second, eyes wide. Surely, she's drunk— surely, he shouldn't do this— he can't take advantage of this— what about the regret afterwards? ]}

Edited 2017-03-10 05:18 (UTC)

_{[ He's on his feet in an instant. He doesn't even realize it's happening. All of the voice of reason is completely out the door. Fuck feeling guilty— fuck regret. This chick totally wants him and how low self esteem is screaming don't let an opportunity like this go.

Karamatsu has kissed before, but that's about how far he gets. That's how it's always been. He's not experienced, but he's a romantic person, in love with the idea of being in love; in love with the idea of treating a girl like a prized possession. Sounds great, right?

Sure it does, until he opens his mouth. He's way too arrogant.

His hands, both of them, curve under her chin, the pads of his thumbs against the rounds of her cheeks, as if he was holding something very fragile. It's kind of awkward since she's a tad taller than him, but it's something gross that should be kept in the movie theaters and not real life. His wording after the fact doesn't help that much, waxing prose impeccably as if he has practiced it (he has, and does, all the time): ]}

Ah, sunshine, I would be happy to remove the star dust off of your angelic lips.

_{[ And just like that, he meshes their lips together.
Embarrassed yet? Just wait. ]}

[ dorothy totally wants him—or she wants, at any rate. she knows what she wants, but who she gets it from, with, that seems to matter less and less with each passing moment. lucas isn't here, so that option doesn't exist. the doctor she'd been sleeping with back in kansas isn't here, either.

kuramatsu is a little strange, but he's been nice so far. clueless, maybe—but his hands framing her face has her breath grow a little shallow in anticipation, heat flaring up just at the promise of relief, of something. it's enough to have her ignoring his words, or at least not respond, because she does make a bit of a face, brows drawing together and lips tightening for a moment.

right when he meshes their lips together, of course.

it's not a great kiss. scratch that, it's not even a good kiss—but dorothy wants too much to be disheartened so quickly and so she softens her lips underneath his, one hand settling on his shoulder and the other at his hip where she can swipe a thumb underneath his shirt, the touch of skin on skin, even this minute, an electric shock. ]

_{[ His lips and face are incredibly soft, though, nothing like Lucas, probably. You're making out with a guy who only just recently left his parents' home in attempt to find a job. Yeah, that's just one of the many reasons he's single and probably terrible at this, but he's studied drama and movies to know what has to be done.
But whatever she's feeling, she's right— because Karamatsu is also throwing all hesitance and caution to the wind. Even if he's a flirtatious type, he usually just pushes the envelopes with girls— an arm around the shoulder, strong flirting, but he was never one to get too handsy without asking. You could say he was probably one of the more well-mannered out of the six brothers. Feeling girls up without asking was totally Osomatsu's thing.

That being said, his hand supports her right at the dip in her back, arm wrapped close around her as he eagerly gives her some tongue. Some people might appreciate it, some people might think it's a little too strong— I suppose it depends on what kind of person Dorothy is because he's definitely more enthusiastic than experienced. His hand goes lower, over her ass and directly on her thigh, pulling her leg forward so their hips and groin make a good, solid contact— she can probably feel his arousal right there and how warm his entire body is.

Normally, he might would interrupt their kissing to speak some more, but whatever spell this district has really just encourages him to keep kissing her. In the back of his mind, though, he's feeling embarrassed, but he doesn't want her to know that..
.. or the fact he can count on his hands how many times he's tried to do this with a girl before. He's a pretty good actor, but we'll see how long that lasts. A satisfying hum rumbles in the back of his throat between their tongues and lips, and it's a fucking miracle he still hasn't said anything yet with how much he loves poetry and trying to talk cool. ]}

[ it still isn't the best kiss of dorothy's life, but it becomes better or at least closer to what she craves when he throws caution into the wind and pulls her closer, when his hand settles over her ass and their hips meet. the pleasure of feeling him hard against her, of being able to roll her hips against him in a way that creates friction for her, that leaves sparks dancing along her spine, that distracts from the fact that he's using more tongue than she'd like.

they're still right next to the bar, and dorothy is already working her hands underneath his shirt, both of them now, pushing up the shirt as she runs her fingers over his stomach and chest. this isn't the first time dorothy has ever made out with someone in a public space and it probably won't be the last. she's not drunk now, but it feels like she might as well be: drunk off want and the first taste of pleasure, the anticipation of satisfaction.

god, but she wants to feel him inside her. there's no thought of this moving too fast or of slowing down; if anything, this isn't moving fast enough for her. ]

_{[ If Karamatsu was being honest here (which he usually hates being honest about anything pertaining to his lack of sexual encounters) he's never really been able to do something like this in a public area with somebody— so once he feels her hips rutting against his, he takes in a sharp breath that finally relieves their kissing, a yearning moan passing through his lips in response to that delicious friction— he even rolls his groin against her. He's certain that he, too, is feeling an electric shock through his body by her assertive touches.

Damn. Where the hell have all the girls like this been this whole time? Has it really taken him this long to get something exciting in his lackluster life? Was he really that insignificant of a person to get this kind of attention from anyone back home? Absolutely.

When she ventures further, smoothing over small dips in his physique where maybe he was trying to tone himself, he's rather surprised that she's doing this and in such an open area where they're probably getting some attention— which actually excites him. No girl has.. ever done this to him. He's not complaining— it feels really good and only encourages more warmth to travel south. By now, the tips of his ears were burning red— he didn't quite know what they were to do next. Was this actually it? He'll finally have sex— just like that?

Unlike some of his siblings, Karamatsu thought sex was something sacred to be shared between two lovers. He was all about having an emotional connection with a person before ever bringing up sex. Unfortunately for him, he gets emotionally invested into other people— very quickly. Dorothy is still more of an acquaintance— possibly a new friend— so this strong desire he has to do something like this with her is very odd, and he's beginning to notice the strangeness of it from his own perspective.

Still. He can't stop. Not yet.

He pants hotly, dragging his lips down the slope of her neck by his own unawareness, little beads of sweat beginning to surface on his skin. He peers at her through half lidded eyes for a moment to speak. ]}

A—ah, _{[ curse his nerves, he hates it when this happens and he doesn't sound cool at all ]} S—Surely this is enough kissing for you, isn't it?
_{[ or are you wanting to do it right here..? cause if so... sweats nervously.. ]}

Edited (ah do some more there, boy...) 2017-03-13 05:06 (UTC)

[ dorothy doesn't share karamatsu's views on sex and love at all. sex is something she enjoys, a physical activity between two consenting adults that doesn't have to mean anything more than just seeking pleasure with each other. she doesn't like the thought of permanence, of it being meaningful. maybe that's why she's so much more open to the possibility of going fast than karamatsu is. it wouldn't even be the first time that she picks someone up in the bar, though she doesn't have one night stands all that often. back in kansas, she'd had a good thing going on with one of the doctors at the hospital, even though he'd kept trying for more—dinners, dates, that kind of thing.

in oz, sex had been the furthest from dorothy's mind half of the time, and the other half, lucas had been on her mind. she doesn't know what to make of that yet, but the thought of lucas brings a new surge of wetness between her legs, especially when she hears karamatsu moaning, the sound only stroking the fire inside her.

his lips find her neck, and dorothy tips her head back to give him better access, more space. ] There's never enough kissing, [ is her spontaneous answer, but— ]

We could go somewhere more private? Continue this.

_{[ aaand that's it. That's the big divide between these two, and Karamatsu does the hopeless thing to assume that there is something meaningful in this— maybe it's cause it's something he wants so hard and has wanted so hard since he hit puberty: somebody he could share his life with and be intimate with; somebody he could treat right— somebody who could take away the loneliness he felt and the loneliness he was scared he would inevitably faced. After all, again, he was a nobody.
While Dorothy thinks of Lucas, Karamatsu thinks of Totoko, the one real girl whose heart he was indefinitely after and constantly rejected by— maybe that's one way they're kind of similar.
If Dorothy likes bites and nips on her neck, it's unfortunate that Karamatsu is delicate and gentle, but he does supply her with a few tentative sucks, as if he was testing the air. He pulls away easily, completely reddened in the face, all the way to the very tips of his ears. A smirk is forced on his expression to hide his embarrassment, having to clear his throat a few times before speaking: ]}

Ah, yes, of course. More privacy, as we talked about earlier. Then I may kiss your silky skin from head to toe not leaving any portion untouched; gaze into your doll-like eyes, touch the sweet curves of your body—
_{[ oh my gooood, shut up, this is getting weird.. ]}

Hmph. You're fortunate to be this close to me, you know. Very few _{[ none ]} experience such a spectacle as I so intimately.
_{[ yeah because you're trashy and nobody wants to.
He breaks away, hands trembling, but slides right up against her side, his arm snaking around her waist to hold her firmly against him as he begins to walk towards the staircase if she allows him, a little wobbly at first because shit, that's a lot of pressure he's feeling down there. ]}

Edited 2017-03-15 22:44 (UTC)

[ even the haze of want and desire can't make those sentences sound any less ridiculous, and dorothy rolls her eyes. she doesn't really want to talk, especially not if this is what he's going to say. ]

Less talking, more kissing.

[ she's not always this bossy, but—she really wants to get relief now. it helps a little when he slides his arm around her, their sides pressed together as they walk up the stairs. there are plenty of rooms, some with their doors open and others closed, clearly occupied judging by the sounds dorothy can hear coming from behind them, muffled by wood but not enough to keep her from hearing the moans or from feeling a jolt at each of them. she can't quite remember when she was last this desperate for it, aching and wet. in oz, there had been plenty of distractions.

here, it's just her and karamatsu and an empty room that she walks into, kicking the door shut behind them and kissing him again, her hands on his shoulders. less talking, more kissing, that's definitely the way to go here. ]

_{[ Too bad. Karamatsu is a talker, and that's ultimately his biggest downfall, on top of his embarrassing fashion sense. Fortunately, he's not been too flashy ever since arriving here, but wearing a gold chain around his neck and a leather jacket that just screams the fact he wishes to be somebody else than who he is can be embarrassing enough. The jacket is around off and between kisses, he's trying to get his shirt over his head with success after a moment, but Dorothy might notice him looking like his thoughts are elsewhere, even with his hot breaths of air and small, pleased noises through their kissing.

He's.. never had a girl actually want him like this. If he could get it on, satisfy both of them, then he'd really have something to rub into the identical faces of his other brothers. Wouldn't that be excellent? Especially with all of the teasing they give him— wouldn't it be nice to have something to prove how better you are to them? It would feel so good. He'd be the first one to lose his virginity and to climb to the highest peak of their personal social ladder they've all made up for themselves: finally had sex with a cute girl. Sadly enough, he thinks that might make him something more than just a useless nobody.

Then.. the self esteem issues cause him to actually stop and think, it actually makes him pause and he wants to stop and talk about this, but he's not a very assertive person, and Dorothy told him to kiss more, talk less. Does he really deserve something like this? And also, does it mean something more than just two people trying to enjoy themselves? He certainly hopes so.

He's going to ignore those thoughts for now, but it's beginning to show, his hands firmly pressing along her abdomen, higher and higher and....
He stops just short of her breasts. Usually a guy would be all over that, right? Especially with the air they're breathing, the arousal in his pants.. what's the hold up? ]}

[ dorothy thoroughly approves of the small and pleased noises he makes, of the way he's struggling to get out of his clothing quickly, of his hands on her body, his palms sliding up her stomach and side. it's enough to make her shiver, to bring another surge of wetness between her legs. she makes a noise of her own, something encouraging —

and then he stops just shy of her breasts and for a moment, dorothy thinks he's just distracted, that maybe he's thought of something else he wants to do first, taking off her shirt of whatever, but he's just

not

doing

anything ]

What now? [ she asks. if she sounds a little impatient, that's because she is. she wants so badly to find satisfaction, and he's stalling? yeah, it's frustrating. ]

N.. nothing!
_{[ All that confidence he had awhile go? It's gone, now that they're at this point. It's becoming increasingly obvious with how inexperienced he is with this and he doesn't want her to know that, but.. his thoughts are elsewhere suddenly and not in the place they should be with the way his desire yearns to find relief. Taking off his shirt worked, so more skin is available for contact.

He's a person of consent, most of the time, so he contemplates asking if touching her is okay, but mostly, he's just really jittery.
Since undressing himself helped him feel better, he slides his hands along her ribs again, down to the hem of her shirt and glances at her eyes for a moment, as if asking her if it's alright without actually saying it, and then..

Up his hands go along her skin and around to her back, feeling around some more before his thumbs press against her hem and he attempts to help her out of her clothes.

God, his heart was about to explode out of his chest. ]}

I was just thinking--
_{[ man, don't say it, you're getting to the good part.. ]}

[ it's not that dorothy doesn't care about consent, it's that the thought that there could be a question of it here doesn't even enter her mind, at least not as far as her consent is concerned. she is slowly getting the impression that perhaps, he isn't entirely on board, though.

his hands on her distract her from that thought long enough to pull her shirt up and over her head, dropping it on the ground without a further care, but then he speaks again and right.

right.

she tries to keep the frustration out of her tone and largely succeeds, even though the fire in her belly has grown no less insistent, even if she thinks she'll go out of her mind if she doesn't get off soon. ]

Yeah?

_{[ aaaah, and there she goes, topless now. That alone gets his throat to dry up quick as he obviously ogles her for a moment, losing his complete train of thought. Did he really have to talk during this? Wasn't it obvious that was a bad idea? Karamatsu is king of bad decisions, though. He's the one with bad luck— somebody who gets so close but never actually gets there. He and his brothers are gross, womanizing and desperate virgins, and when this opportunity is handed handsomely to him, he's having second thoughts, or rather, trying to get more than what is given to him. What is wrong with him?

That's because, again, Karamatsu is in love with the idea of being in love. He puts it all on heavy— he's overbearing at first and persistent for not somebody's body, but their heart.

Trembling from nerves again, he lifts a stumbling hand to his hair, raking it backwards out of an anxious tick before he forces a cocky grin on his face, doing his best to appear confident and show her what he's got.
He grabs a hold of her by the waist, meshing their warm bodies together before he swallows and does the very stupid thing: ]}

You're as radiant as sunshine, I only hope this means that I can be your sky to shine in.
_{[ nnnoOOOOOOO..... NOOOOO...... YOU FUCKED UP MAN. ]}

[ there's something utterly wonderful about the way he looks at her, like seeing her without a shirt just completely blew his mind. dorothy enjoys that feeling of power, of being attractive and wanted. it's almost enough to make her ignore the way he trembles from something that doesn't seem to be overwhelming lust, how nervous he suddenly seems.

it's almost enough to make her ignore his words. almost.

dorothy blinks, not quite taking a step back but leaning a little out of his space. ]

What does that mean?

[ that doesn't sound like just sex. ]

_{[ That's because seeing a girl without a shirt on did completely blow his mind.
One arm remains wrapped around her waist, ensuring that her leaning away doesn't get her too far, but oh boy, creepy vibes happening now.. ]}

It means.. that I'll be with you, every hour. I'll do what I can to give you whatever you want— to treat you right. I'll protect you— be the person to make you happy. I already adore seeing you smile.
Miss Gayle, you've already captivated my heart. ♡

_{[ You know how Ichimatsu does his best to avoid feelings? Karamatsu is the exact opposite, and plunges straight into them... usually way too early. ]}

[ oh.

oh no. ]

I'm not looking for that. [ she doesn't want to hurt his feelings, but oh wow, every single alarm inside dorothy's head is ringing, telling her to get away now because this is more than what she signed up for. this is so much more than what she wants, especially with someone she barely even knows.

(with someone who isn't lucas—but no, she can't think about him right now.) ] I'm really not looking for anything other than sex right now.

_{[ She's not looking for that— of course she isn't looking for something like that, they're never looking for anything like that, and Karamatsu is too conceited to just openly accept the fact he's the problem when this happens (inwardly, though, it's another story.) Her rejection is much softer than what he's gotten in the past (multiple times) so maybe that is what encourages him to talk even more. Who knows, maybe if he'll shut up, he'll reach the highest peg of the social latter all six of them have established among themselves and finally get laid.

His face falls slightly, but then he pushes a crooked smile on his face. Can't show weak feelings like that! ]}

Ah.. hah. Could I at least get a chance? I-- _{[ never knew somebody who'd actually want to be intimate with me ]} never knew somebody so beautiful as you.

_{[ this is going to make the entire situation even more awkward after the fact if they bang right now, maybe Dorothy should realize that. ]}

Edited 2017-03-27 16:52 (UTC)

[ he's not asking for a chance to blow her mind in the bedroom, to help her get rid of this frustration without any emotional attachment, without any obligations or expectations for the future, and that knowledge is like a bucket of cold water being emptied above dorothy's head.

it doesn't entirely curb her desire, but it at least clears her head. unfortunately for karamatsu, it does nothing to silence the alarm bells ringing in her mind. ]

No. Sorry. I, no.

[ this is not going according to plan at all, but of course, dorothy didn't really have a plan to begin with. she's jumped right in without thinking. ]

I think I'm gonna go now.

[ where's her shirt? right. there, on the floor. ]

_{[ oh.. oh nonono, you'd think.. you'd think after so much rejection he'd know exactly this isn't what you're supposed to say on a first date (???? date.. one night stand.. what is this..) but he can't help it. He's got a whole lot of feelings and he's too weak to control them. Dorothy was cute— he loved the conversation they've had and this side of her.. he's beginning to "be captivated" as he said.

But he spoke too soon— too eager to find somebody who he could actually call a girlfriend— too eager to make himself feel more secure in who and what he was.
His hands fall off of her, the shock on his face. He can't breath or speak right at the moment. All of the wordy-words he's got: completely gone.

Before he knows it, she's getting her clothes. He's certain he could actually feel his eyes growing sad. ]}

[ if he starts crying, she's going to get out even quicker than she's already doing. physical pain dorothy can handle. she knows how to make that better. she can comfort children or anyone in emotional pain if she's not personally invested, too, but this—

no.

she isn't good with things that have to do with love, with romance and the like. if she could, she'd avoid it all.

(thing is, if it was lucas asking her for a chance? things would probably be different.)

so here's dorothy, putting on her clothes again, giving him an awkward wave from a safe distance, not letting her gaze drop below his chin but not really looking him in the eye, either. ]

Sorry. Bye.

[ annnnd she's gone. ]

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