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[He knows, one day, he's gonna have to talk to Saya and MK both about Mei. He knows the writing is there, and its better to talk about it before any surprises.]

[But that day isn't today. Right now, there has been FAR too many headaches lately, and far too much heart ache for him to not want to be close to Saya. To feel more of her, to be closer. He hopes they never have to take such a long break from each other again.]

[He kisses her back, hungry and needy, small whimpers against her lips, as his hands tug at the laces, loosen it as he pushes her onto the bed, moving to straddle her lap.]

[ Save it for MK, Saya's known for a while and she's past being bothered now. ]

[ Saya actually digs in and refuses to be pushed onto the bed until she gets the fancy sculpted corset off since having someone sit on her will absolutely ruin the hip details. So she pops the busk open and sheds the thing, leaving her in only a black skirt by the time she sets the corset and its adornments aside and pulls Red Son into her lap. ]

My, how flatteringly eager. I quite like this side of you.

[Listen...he's figuring this stuff out.]

[He relents when she fights, helping her get the corset off. But he's more than quick to climb onto her lap, hands moving to run over skin, as admiring without the adornments as he had been with, if not more so.]

I missed you. Especially when you got me quite used to being able to touch you. [His mouth moves to kiss and nibble along her neck.]

[ They. LITERALLY. Had a conversation about how if he's in love with her then he's also in love with Mei. No lines to read between on this one. Also what helps contribute to her feeling super second tier, but she accepted when he told her that about Mei that if she was in this, that was the sacrifice she'd be making. Or she thought she'd accepted it. Apparently she needed another few weeks to get it all the way through, granted those weeks were complicated by some serious grief. ]

[ Saya runs her fingers along the side corset panels, between the boning, so he'll feel the silk sliding against him. ]

There's that saying about what absence makes the heart do. And other parts, evidently.

[ It's at this point that she remembers that Katsuki lives here now, and breaks the kiss to glance at the door, which locks with a soft click. Telekinesis for the win. Can't have little brother walking in on this, he hasn't been acclimated to the bedroom's high rate of booty calls yet. ]

--Sorry. I have to be extra careful until Katsuki gets used to what this room is for.

[ She gives him an apologetic kiss, which quickly melts into a more intense one. ] I'm all yours now.

[Saya pls. That was him trying to head off his own crisis so he could try and make the choice with the least amount of pain involved. Better for him to know it outright then to figure it out after the fact. If he had to make a choice, he would just combust and might have just buried himself in the earth.]

[He purrs at the feeling of silk against his skin, leaning into her touch.]

Hm, there does seem to be something to that. [He nips lightly at her neck, lightly running his claws along her sides.]

[He chuckles.] He would learn he needs to knock if he's just busting in. [He thinks it would be amusing.]

[But he melts into the kiss all the same.] Mine. [A low murmur.] And yours.

[ There's a flash of very mild irritation. Protectiveness. ] He just lost his boyfriend, and I'm the only other one he feels fully comfortable with. [ A little latitude for her found family, please. ]

[ It doesn't appear there's much to forgive, though, since Saya grins into the kiss when Red Son declares her his, and him hers. Her fangs lance into his lip, which has the effect of turning her kiss nearly desperate as she chases down every drop. ]

[ Her mouth quite pleasantly busy, her thumb brushes over her mark on his right arm to emphasize the point. Her other hand slides to the small of his back, fingertips grazing over the skin between the bottom of the corset and the top of his other clothing. ]

...noted. [Whoops. Amusement to be shelved.]

[And then her lips are on his and there's the bite, the desperation, and a shiver goes through him. He presses into the kiss, opening his mouth for her. Moaning as he feels her hand over his mark.]

[He arches into her touch, the jeans far less fitted than the corset at least. His tail moving to wrap around her arm loosely, the tip lightly bapping at her elbow, another sign of being pleased. His hands moving over her, slow, but thorough, wanting to touch every inch of her again, starting at her waist, and trailing up, a teasing of claws from time to time.]

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