His forehead lowered to press against hers for the briefest of moments before a finger tipped her chin upwards and he captured her mouth for a proper kiss. He was gentle, as he'd promised to be, and so when Maka surged forward into him he was completely caught off guard. It was mildly painful, and he shifted backwards from the force of it, but a hand cupping a fine jaw seemed to ease the tension that had seeped into the small woman.
"Relax. I'm not going anywhere."
Maka's hands were fisted in the fabric of his dress shirt, brows downturned as she concentrated. This was only her second time kissing anybody. The make-out session in the utility closet with Harvar had been cut short by a janitor finding them, and she had not been so inclined to find a new place to continue their liaison. In fact, she still didn't know what had possessed her to kiss the weapon in the first place. Desperation? Jealousy?
She supposed it didn't matter now.
"You're thinking too hard," Kid spoke against her mouth. "Your lips stop moving when you're considering something."
"I'm sorry, I was just…"
Kid only shrugged, entirely unconcerned. His thumb traced the outline of her jaw and down her neck, sweeping over her throat before he leaned down to offer a brief kiss. He accepted that this was going to take time. That was fine.
"Do you like kissing, Maka?"
She wrinkled her nose at the question. If she really considered it, the answer was no. She didn't like somebody else's breath in her nose, or their tongue in her mouth. The attempt to increase intimacy was appreciated but not particularly enjoyed. Her answer reflected that thought.
"I like to be close to you. I don't mind little kisses. Short ones. But I don't understand the point of making out. I don't find it particularly arousing. It's more invasive and annoying."
The raven nodded, raising one of her hands to his lips to place a kiss there instead.
"Not everybody likes kissing."
"No? Because it sure feels like I'm the only one that hates it," she groused.
"And so what if you were? You're allowed not to like it. I'm sure there are other things you'll like plenty."
He tugged at her gently, leading her towards his bed. The lack of hesitation made his heart skip a beat, his brain struggling to keep a handle on his libido in order to follow her subtle cues. The other meister was all over the damn map when it came to social interaction in a normal setting. When intimacy was involved she became nearly unstable.
It suddenly made sense to him why she and Soul weren't official. They were both incredibly inept in this regard.
The Shinigami sat down on the edge of the mattress, legs spreading slightly to tug the blonde between them. His fingers pressed into the small of her back, urging her forward. He was putting a little pressure on her now, intrigued to see how she would respond. While he was a patient man, he was not a saint. He wouldn't insist she do anything, but a little guidance was obviously necessary.
Neither of them moved, just stared at each other, Kid's eyes heavy lidded, Maka's wide and curious. They glittered with interest, and she leaned forward to press her lips to the space between his ear and jaw. Saffron hues closed and he didn't bother to hold back a pleasured sigh. Such a small sound seemed to be enough to encourage her to continue and soon enough she was littering his skin with small kisses.
He jumped a little when her tongue flicked against his Adam's apple in a daring display of confidence.
"Nnn…"
She bit down gently on the right side of his neck, startling as his body jerked.
"I'm sorry! Was that wrong? I'll stop."
The raven shifted on the bed as he shook his head with a surprising amount of force
"Felt good. Neck is sensitive."
His hands spanned over her waist and pulled her in close again, erection pressing against a creamy thigh. He gave her barely a moment to consider that pressure against her leg before he leaned back on the mattress, tugging her on top of him with minimal effort. He was careful to make sure she settled on his belly (and not just for her benefit), but was not at all discreet in his admiration. His dick twitched in his pants when he considered the implications of their present position and he couldn't make himself feel bad about it.
Long arms raised over his head, though he longed to touch and explore himself. But this wasn't about him at all. And the less threatening he seemed, the bolder she got. It wouldn't take much longer until she allowed him what he wanted.
"You can continue if you like," he rumbled once more, hips raising ever so slightly to encourage her. "I liked what you were doing…very, very much."
He knew he was leering. Couldn't help himself. Maka seemed to take it as a challenge, dropping her body to settle over him more fully, lips returning to their previous task of claiming his flesh. She whined against him and he held in a moan, breath hitching in place of the plaintive noise. Long fingers curled and twitched against empty air while her hands were suddenly everywhere.
They ran over his chest, over his arms, into his hair. He felt the trembling in her digits. Felt it as she pulled at dark strands involuntarily. He was painfully aware of everything she was doing. Maka was driving him absolutely mad. It was clear she had no real game plan, didn't really know what she was doing, but she was taking risks, and that was exciting.
Slowly, oh so slowly, her hands crept along the length of his arms. Her fingers slid over his palms and then between his digits, and she interlocked them as her mouth brushed over his over and over and over. Her breath ghosted over his face and his hands squeezed hers, and then she settled her pelvis right over his and they groaned together.
Heat was licking its way up Kid's spine, coiling in his groin, and he chanced raising his hips up into hers. She tensed and whimpered, but relaxed again quickly enough. He repeated the motion, breath caught in his chest. Such a juvenile action, grinding. But it felt good. It felt better when Maka responded with pressure of her own, gasping as the bulge in his pants rubbed against her center.
The raven disengaged his fingers from the other meister with great care, palms pressing into the mattress as he began to sit up. When she started to move away he seized her hips, taking the opportunity to steal a kiss or two and to nip at covered collarbones. He mimicked her earlier actions, teeth pinching gingerly at the thin skin of her jaw, nosing her head up so he could mouth at her throat.
Maka was quite aware of the hands on her back and the solid length pressed against her. She was surprised to find that not only did she not mind, she wanted to feel more. Her head fell to the side toward her shoulder and then rolled the opposite direction as the Shinigami marked her. Her hips pressed forward into his at random intervals and her lips quirked up in a small smile every time she heard him grunt or huff.
He was getting flustered, and she liked it. He was excited because of her, and she really liked that, too.
She shifted against the lean male beneath her, noting the softness of the down comforter beneath her knees. The blonde felt the sudden desire to be laid out on it. Wanted to be covered and coveted. She wanted to understand what an orgasm felt like when it was somebody else bringing her to that peak.
"You're doing it again," Kid hummed.
Maka gasped as warm hands pressed into the skin of her back. The sly dog had finally managed to slip his hands beneath her blouse and he moved them along her spine, touch light and fleeting.
"I feel hot," Maka complained, hiding her face in the crook of his neck.
Kid's response was to simply draw his fingers down her back to slip a finger beneath the waist band of her skirt, teasing the base of her spine. And then those digits drew back up to slip higher on her back, and he stilled abruptly.
Maka leaned back to peer at him with concerned eyes.
"What's wrong?"
Did he want to stop? Please, death, no.
The raven swallowed thickly as he said, "You're not wearing a bra."
She looked at him as if he were stupid.
"Kinda no point, y'know? They're not big enough for one to be necessary."
A strangled noise escaped the taller, a small shudder following shortly after. The man had great restraint, yes…but he was still a man. He couldn't pretend that he was unaffected by this new information. Well, he could…but why?
"Kid?"
"Hmmm?"
"Touch me more?"
There was another shudder, another rolling rumble stirring in his chest. He obliged her by sliding farther onto the bed, waiting for her to situate herself before he rolled her onto her back. He didn't hover over her, just settled on his side and nudged at her throat again. He pulled her shirt up just enough to rest his hand on the smooth skin of her belly, circling her navel with his pointer finger while his mouth busied itself with tugging gently at her earlobe.
Maka whined, but it was not a sound of pleasure. She was frustrated.
"Higher! Or…lower…I don't care! I want…" she stopped herself.
"No, tell me what you want. I can't make you feel good if I don't know what you want me to do."
His voice was husky and rough. Arousal clouded his mind while his fingers walked up her belly, far beneath her shirt, and the pad of a finger found a nipple. She gasped and he huffed a laugh, flattening his palm over the modest mound.
Maka's skin was covered in goosebumps, the points of her breasts hardening beneath his touch. Her hips arced upwards, but there was nothing there to meet her, and it was maddening. She growled and bowed again, trying to convey what she wanted without having to voice it.
"Tell me what you want, Maka," Kid whispered in her ear.
He was taunting her.
Bastard.
She rolled onto her side to mirror him, arms squeezing between their bodies to reach for the buttons of his shirt. She froze when he wrapped his hands around her wrists and stared her dead in the eye. His gaze was not hard, but it was mildly chastising.
"No. I will give you whatever it is you want, but you have to tell me. Sex seems pretty straightforward, but people make it unnecessarily confusing and uncomfortable by not communicating."
Maka frowned at him.
"I'm not trying to be mean, Maka. You wanted me to teach you, I'm teaching you. Even if I said no, which is incredibly unlikely at this juncture, that doesn't mean total rejection. There are two of us here. Two sets of hands to touch, two sets of lips to speak, two sets of eyes to watch, and two sets of ears to listen."
The blonde meister nodded at the Shinigami's words. It was a fair point. And Maka had always been about fairness.
"I want…closer. With your shirt off. Or mine. Or just…naked. Naked would be good…"
Her words went straight to his crotch and he rolled onto her without any further thought. His arms caged her in, minimal space between her stomach and his, faces close enough that their noses brushed.
"You want me naked?"
"Yes!"
"Ok then," he acquiesced, sitting up to rest on his knees, straddling her thighs.
She followed suit, adjusting her position slightly, twitching when he brought her hands to his chest. A silent invitation to start opening buttons.
"You have to tell me what you want, Kid," Maka mocked, grinning at him wickedly.
He blinked once before he spoke, casual and lilting, "I want you to undress me."