Notes: written for the prompt 'Tsuna/Kyoko, delicacy' from jenab's Multi Fandom Het Porn battle on livejournal. The title is from the Irving song "I want to love you in my room".
I want to have you in the sunshine in between the blinds
"I won't break," Kyoko thought of saying as fingers nervously trundled up under her shirt, but from the look of it, that could make Tsuna break.
He had his eyes fixed on her shoulder, which he always used to do back when they were starting to be friends - and later, the first few times he asked her on a date. He'd stare at her shoulder, look away, maybe glance at her face and then blush and go back to her shoulder.
His fingers had made it to her waist. Just the tips of them, and they shook. So did Kyoko, with the breeze coming through her bedroom window and the points of heat from Tsuna's skin.
"Hey, Kyoko-chan, uh, if you—" And now Tsuna's eyes were closed, which had happened the first time he asked her out. Only she didn't know until a month later that he'd been trying to ask her out, because shortly after closing his eyes he'd run away. "If you want to - don't want to do this! I mean - I respect you! And we don't have to-"
He wriggled awkwardly backwards across the bed while crossing his legs - and Kyoko quickly reached out to put her hand between them, right on top of ... him.
Tsuna's mouth fell open, and it didn't look like it was only from shock. Kyoko beamed. "Of course we don't have to. I know that," she whispered, feeling her heart beat faster. Then Kyoko wondered: why do things by half measures? She ought to make sure Tsuna knew her opinion.
She launched herself at him, arms going around his neck, breasts pushed against his chest in a pleasant crush as she laughed and they tried not to roll off the foot of her bed.
"I want to, Tsuna-kun," she said, like confessing her favourite secret.
He'd clutched her when she jumped, hands closing securely on her waist. They stayed there and he smiled back, disbelief fading from his expression. His eyes got that heavy-lidded look they had sometimes, the one that made her think of a slow-burning fire. A hand stroked up and further up her back, careful but not nervous, and the other buried itself in her hair and brought her in for a kiss.
Kyoko had to pull away for a breather. She rested her chin on his chest. "I always forget," she said, and sighed happily. "You're not the delicate type either!"
"H-hey, what do you mean—" Tsuna began indignantly, and went on "mfffeeehh," because Kyoko had sat up and taken her shirt off.
"What were you saying?" Kyoko asked as she started on her bra, but Tsuna shook his head, his eyes getting the look that made Kyoko realise that she tended to underestimate him. She lay down on top of him, their arms locking around each other, and looked forward to finding out just how much.
