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

_{[ 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. ]

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

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where did you find all these handsome icons

I TOLD YOU I WOULD........ i had a lot of them saved already, but twitter is magical

you are too good to me

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