Summary: Your name is Kankri Vantas and you find yourself wanting more.
Rating: Teen
Day Twelve: Making Out

As you lay on your bed with your boyfriend kissing you, you feel like you want something more, though you're not sure what. You know that you're not ready for anything... sexual, but you want to feel more of him. To know more of him than just his lips.

So when you put your hand under his shirt to feel the tight muscles there and he lets out a soft sound, you stop. He pulls away from your lips and grins. "So you ready for that kinda shit then, babe?" He tilts his head a little and you keep your hand there as a cocky grin spreads across his face.

"I'm not ready for anything that far. But..." You swallow and he just laughs.

"Babe I meant like. You wanna make out instead of just laying here and smooching? Because I mean, as much as I love kissing you, and babe you know I fucking do, sometimes a little skin on skin is nice too, yeah?"

You bite your lip and look down before looking back up at him. "All right."

He grins and sits up, pulling off his own shirt. You can't help but to stare and to be just a little jealous of his swimmer's build. He's tight, corded muscle while you're nothing but sinew and skin. But he positions himself over you and kisses you softly and cutting off your thoughts. His tongue traces at your lips and you part them to let him explore.

It's so strange having such a warm, wet and foreign thing in your mouth. But the way that he moves it, you can't help but to let out a soft sound of your own. One of his hands rests at your hips and thumbs the bottom of your sweater. You move your hands down and pull it off, letting him move his hands up your sides as he pulls away.

He brings your mouths back together, letting his tongue explore again and humming. As he does you can feel the vibrations in his tongue. You haven't done anything like this since high school, and you certainly haven't felt anyone do something like that before. You suck on his tongue roughly as he does and he lets out a soft little moan. So you do it again. And again. Until he pulls your lips apart, panting, and moves to kiss at your jaw.

His hands trace warm patterns in your skin as his lips tease the skin of your neck. You tilt your head back, hoping he'll take advantage of the exposed skin.

And he does.

He sucks roughly at the side of your neck and you can't believe how good that feels. You let out another sound and his hands move. They roam over your exposed skin. They brush your sides and they trace shapes against you.

You let out another little sound and smile at him. "Your hands..."

He unlatches himself with a pop and moves to rest his head against your forehead. "What about my hands?" He grins deviously, causing your face to flush deeply.

You swallow thickly and tilt your head, kissing him softly before pulling away. "You're good with them."

He grins more widely and pinches your side. "You bet your cute little ass I am."

You go to chastise him, but before you can he's sucking on your neck again. From the way he's attached himself to you, you can tell that he wants to leave a mark. One to tell others to back off. That you're taken. That you're his.

And you're perfectly okay with that.