sayitwithpocky | The BIG DAMN OPEN POST

[She needn't worry. The science fiction genre loves its romance between human protagonists, so to put it a little oddly Deoxys has been watching love scenes all his life. ...And, well, a little research into other genres when he started to feel the desire to do the same things to Yako has taught him a surprising amount. But he'd never dream of doing this anything this intimate with another human; like Yako already knows, he really isn't her species' biggest fan.

He allows the kiss to linger a little longer before reluctantly breaking it off and pulling away from Yako...just so that he can join her on the bed, of course — sitting or (preferably) lying down with Yako for kisses seems more productive than having one of the two of them standing. He stretches his long body out atop the duvet and pats the space next to him, signalling for Yako to come join him.]

[At some point her eyes had slipped shut. Now they open, and as she takes in the scenes, she just barely limits herself to a smile. Deoxys wouldn't take laughter very well, no matter how adorably cliched his current pose happened to be. She follows him easily enough, scooting so she's right up against him.

She takes a moment to just look at him, her smile growing soft and affectionate, before leaning up to press a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. It's a bit startling, how good it feels to finally act on these feelings.]

[He gives a contented sigh and wraps his arms around her, keeping her close to him as he returns the kiss. It feels good for him too, to be able to hold her and kiss her like this — just being able to make Yako happy and show her how much she means to him is enough, but he's wanted the affection and the intimacy too. He squeezes her a little tighter, soaking in the feeling of having her warm, soft body pressed against his.]

[It takes her a moment to summon up enough courage, but she decides to try something a little less innocent. It isn't that she doesn't believe him, she just wants to be absolutely certain that he's okay with these sorts of things before they go any further. So, almost shyly, she shifts her head to get a better angle and opens her mouth. She runs her tongue over his lower lip, hoping he'll understand what she's trying to do.]

[There's just a slight pause on Deoxys' end, but he quickly recovers. Actually kissing someone in real life is entirely different to watching a fictional couple kiss on the big screen, (or rather, in the dreams sparked by the signals from the satellites orbiting the same planet as he. But, you know...details) and it's taking just a little to adjust to this.

But, inexperience aside, he must surely pass Yako's test when he catches her own upper lip, sucking on it gently before he tentatively presses his tongue into her mouth.]

[Yako makes a soft, sweet sound when he does that, so it's safe to say that she approves of his response. She's only done this sort of thing once or twice, mostly as part of Truth or Dare at parties. So she doesn't have a whole lot of experience, but still enough to know to slide and twine her tongue around his.

She keeps at it for a few more minutes, before she pulls back in order to get some much needed air. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes seem a bit glossed over.]

So...still okay?

Couldn't be better, sweethe—

[Deoxys takes one look at Yako's flushed cheeks and glazed over eyes and frowns. He bring up a hand and presses the back of it lightly to the side of her face.]

Are you? You haven't suddenly come down with a sickness, have you?

What...?

[It takes her a beat before she understands what he must be talking about. She laughs, a bit embarrassed, and her cheeks darken.]

Oh. Oh, no, that's... that's, um not sickness. It's a sign of...of arousal, in humans.

Arousal...?

[...

Oh.

It's Deoxys turn to take a puzzled moment while his brain whirrs — he knows (roughly) what arousal is, yet he's only seen her like this when she's been unwell. So were being sick and being aroused similar, or...? No, that wasn't right, was it? Eventually the cogs stop turning and he reaches the correct conclusion, breaking into laughter himself.]

Then that's all right! I'm relieved; I am sorry, Yako.

[Still grinning a little sheepishly he leans back in for more kisses — now, where were they?]

No need to be sorry; it's a, um, good thing. Really.

[Still laughing lightly, she shakes her head and moves to press a few affectionate kisses to his cheeks.]

[He chuckles, ruffling her hair playfully. He knows he's kind of thrown the mood off track, so he tries to regain a little seriousness, pressing his mouth back to Yako's in an unobtrusive kiss.]

[She responds eagerly enough, now feeling confident enough to hook one leg over his hip. She wanted to be as close to him as possible.]

[Carefully, he pushes her onto her back so that he's lying on top of her, his legs either side of one of hers. He pushes his tongue back into her mouth while his hand drifts downward to hold her waist.]

[She does her best to make it easy for him, and wraps her arms around his neck. She follows his lead with the kiss too, letting him explore on his own.]

[He begins to move his hand slowly over her body, his long fingers spread wide as he explores every inch of her, taking in every subtle curve and the the way her chest rises and falls with each breath. He continues to traverse her blouse until his hand reaches her breast.

He traces his palm over the soft curve before he presses his hand to it, squeezing it gently; there's something pleasing in the softness and how the shape yields to his touch.]

Mn...!

[A small, vulnerable noise works its way out of her throat when he does that, and she arches up reflexively into his hand. It's strange, having larger, stronger hands on her like that, but good. Definitely, definitely good.

Her cheeks are red again, and her fingers curl against his neck. She doesn't want him to stop and worry over whether he hurt her or something, so she tries to communicate her approval by taking control of the kiss and deepening it.]

[Yako's message gets through, and Deoxys dares to make his touch slightly firmer, experimenting with massaging and kneading over the fabric with his fingers. Meanwhile he further deepens the kiss, easing his other hand under Yako so it can rest at the small of her back.]

[That actually earns him a full out moan. She pulls away again, for one or two breaths, but this time immediately rejoins him. She feels dizzy, heat coiling down to pool in the pit of her belly. Her hands also begin to roam, drifting down and across his chest and back.]

[He can't help but grin into the kiss. There's something deeply exhilarating about getting such a reaction out of Yako and knowing he caused it. Her moan sends a shiver down his spine, further tingles following after from the touch of her hands all over him.

Deoxys begins unbuttoning Yako's blouse, finding doing so one handedly to be terribly fiddly despite his nimble fingers. When the last button is finally undone he immediately spreads his hand over Yako's exposed skin, warm from the blouse and the impassioned contact between the two of them; again he's entranced by how soft she is.

Again he slides his hand up towards her breast, except this time his fingers can dip under her bra and he takes the warm mound directly in his palm, grasping almost needily.]

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[She has a moment to worry that he might need help unhooking her bra, but he neatly sidesteps the issue—or perhaps he simply got impatient and decided to take the quickest route possible. Either way, feeling his fingers curl around her bare flesh elicits a needy whimper from the blonde.

Her hips buck up instinctively, and she immediately feels silly. Excellent as Deoxys's disguise may be, she doubts that it's that detailed. It's a little disheartening, remembering that he's a totally different species at a time like this.]

[In actual fact, Deoxys' disguise is a faithful replica down to every last cell and synapse. Yako might be somewhat shocked if she found out (though Deoxys isn't entirely aware of this himself) that it was her DNA — from the hugs and kisses that she had gifted him with as a child — that he had absorbed into his body and emulated. This form is his body (with its own unique DNA) mimicking the same molecular structure of human coding. ...So yes, everything is in place...but what he lacks is the innate drives to do things like eat or breathe or reproduce. He has no idea if his junk works like a human's simple because he's never felt the need to find out.

Science lessons aside, Yako need not feel as disappointed for too long — Deoxys catches on to what she's trying to do. He breaks off from the kiss, leaning very close, his lips almost touching Yako's ear as he whispers his command to her.]

Keep your eyes closed, and don't peek.

E-Eh?

[Yako blinks, a bit confused by the sudden shift in gears on his end, but shudders pleasantly at his increased proximity. She bites her lip and complies, though her pulse definitely picks up in anticipation. As a show of good faith, or perhaps a throwback to those childhood games they played together, she even places her hands over her eyes.

She honestly isn't sure why he wants her to do this, but she trusts him.]

Okay, eyes are shut.

[He can't help but smirk at her hands-over-eyes reaction and laughs slightly, giving her a humoured peck on the cheek.]

Good girl.

[He shifts his head downward, kissing her jawline and neck. In one particularly bold move he drags his tongue across the fleshy part directly below the jawline before pressing his mouth there hard in a firm kiss. Meanwhile, his hand slides out from under her bra.

Unseen to Yako Deoxys holds his arm out, which in one almost instant motion splits into two thick, blue and orange tentacles. The tips of both alight briefly below Yako's collarbone to give her a hint as to what's happening before he begins to slide the serpentine appendages over her body. One tentacle curls around Yako's breast and dips back into her bra while the other continues its journey downward. It trails over Yako's stomach and over her hip before eventually slipping over her thigh and coiling around it tightly. Deoxys caresses Yako's inner thigh with teasing strokes while still kissing and sucking at her neck.]

Ah...!

[Her hands are now fully twisted in the cover, but her eyes remain squeezed shut. It's not out of obedience, however; she would like very much to stare at him after this latest turn of events, but his ministrations leave her decidedly...incoherent at the moment.

It's not like she doesn't know what he's done. Embarrassing as it might be to admit (which she will never, ever do, ever) she had actually wondered about that, back in high school when she had been introduced to less than innocent shows. She's just surprised that he would think to do it. That doesn't stop her from rubbing up against him again, almost pleadingly.]

[Do you know what makes space great? It gets all the channels...

Again Deoxys gives a pleased little shudder at Yako's insistent reaction, this time gasping a little as well and clutching her tighter to him. It's not a sexual reaction, but it's intense all the same. Having her so close makes his own heart pound and his head spin, and when she rubs against him it feels so validating.

He takes this as his cue to make the tentacle at Yako's thigh slip upward over her skin and under her skirt, snaking up over her abdomen and then downward. He feels the fabric of underwear against his own smooth and firm skin; in swift motion he hooks his tentacle around Yako, pressing firmly over all the areas he knows to be sensitive, with the tip curled snugly against where her opening lies under the fabric. This should give Yako something much better to grind against; he keeps the pressure steady, further attempting to tease her by rubbing her with firm but very slow movements.]

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