Prisma: Body Heat

[gothard]

[Kirishima didn't do well when it was cold.

He could handle it, yeah, not like he'd ever let a little chill stop him...but it really screwed with his Quirk in a bad way. When your whole gimmick is that your body becomes hard as stone, it means that a lot of the time he spends post-using it is with trying to carefully massage out the hardness in his muscles, especially when he's overworked himself. And when you're used to being stiff, the cold only makes that much worse. It hurts like hell sometimes too, so it's just...not fun all around.

In the winter, especially in Prisma, Kirishima found himself drawn to wanting to Moonlace with people more. It didn't matter who necessarily, especially not on days like this where you could see your breath with every exhale. And on top of everything else, there was something or other going on with the Prismals- again- that they wanted help with. And Kirishima...couldn't ignore that.

So that's why he was out here, in the forest, freezing his ass off. Supposedly they'd make it to the location the Prismals needed them by morning, but it had started snowing so hard they needed to set up camp to wait it out and get some rest. Cue Kirishima sitting himself down by their pathetic, barely alive fire to try and keep himself warm, hoping nobody notices how hard he's trembling with his hands gripping his upper arms.]

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[ringlette]

I beg to differ.

[ The petting keeps going, but so does her mouth action, giving his neck a light bite. No sharp fangs to really leave a mark, and it's all playful yet. ]

You are so cute I would just eat you up if I could.

[gothard]

[Oh, that's nice. Maybe it's not as sharp as Kirishima could have taken, but he likes the slight sting from the pressure to such a sensitive and fragile area as his neck. It makes him gasp softly before his tail starts to wag even more fiercely than it was before.]

Ain't nothin' stoppin' you, is there?

[ringlette]

Nothing at all. My love does not know limits.

[ She peppers his jawline with few kisses, before planting a big one on his lips. Her hand now travels low, and it stops when it cups his crotch, straightforward. ]

No limits at all, Kirishima. What would you like me to do next?

[ She licks her lips, expectant. ]

[gothard]

[Well. He can think of a few things, especially with how she grabs him like that.]

A-aa...k...kiss me lower, maybe...

[ringlette]

[ He might have to be more specific on which kind of "lower" he means, but she can do with just... lower than his face right now. She's amused by his shyness with words. Really cute, indeed.

There are so many annoying layers of clothes. Marie puffs some icy breath out before dipping in again, laying slow and firm kisses down his neck, fumbling with his coat as she shifts to have more access.

Her hand is still on his crotch. Not gonna move that away. ]

[gothard]

[That can be easily taken in a couple different ways, and honestly Kirishima wouldn't mind her acting on literally any of them. He shouldn't be so shy, considering where he's come from and what he's been through, but sue him it's been a while. Especially since in this world there's no necessity for this kind of intimacy...it's just. Nice. Really nice.

He tries to wiggle around a bit to give Marie some more room to work his coat down his arms if not off him entirely, his breath huffing through his teeth in puffs of icy steam with each kiss to his neck.]

Nnhh, Marie...