Honestly, you didn’t care if Kenma was going to dance with you or not, so you just started moving on your own once the music started.
Kenma was frozen in place. He wasn’t the dancer type so he was much happier to watch you absolutely break it down on your own.
After one song you were already tired.
“I need sustenance!” You announced, pointing up into the air before pointing to the snacks and drinks you had bought earlier.
Kenma again, watched as you hooked into the food, shoving plenty of different types into your mouth before selecting the next song to dance to while you tried to drink something.
You were high on sugar within 2 minutes of ingesting the food and had lost all sense. The only thing you cared about was having a good time now.
You tried to get Kenma involved but he just didn’t seem to have gotten the memo. Dancing on him and seeing the expression on his face was something else though.
“This is my song!” you exclaimed as a particularly raunchy song came on.
Kenma, who had been lowkey held hostage by your dancing, moved away to get some snacks then went and sat on the side of the bed.
That was a mistake, because he left himself wide open for you to dance your way over and start making some heavily suggestive moves on him.
Although the majority of your good vibes were from sugar, the other part of it was this overwhelming sense of freedom from bad vibes, bad friends, and just general negativity from the world- you felt invincible right there and then, completely at home in your own skin, dancing like an idiot in front of your boyfriend.
You flicked your hips from side to side as you rested your hands on his shoulders and neck and sang along with the words, giving him a half lidded look while you did this.
Feeling good now, you wanted to maybe do some things tonight.
Things only boyfriend and girlfriend do.
You slowly ran your hands down over his chest and onto his torso then pushed him back onto the bed and crawled over him, not caring what you looked like.
Kenma could tell you had let the music take over you and he tried to place his hands on you and hold you back but you had target locked onto his lips and you wanted him.
Giving in quite quickly, he let your head fall to his and opened his mouth to receive your tongue and lips against his.
Kenma wasn’t one to be swayed by music but the beat was hypnotic and your body felt good against his.
The more you kissed, the hotter the kisses became, and you found yourself getting out of your outfit until you were down to just bra and underwear.
In the process of stripping off, you had taken Kenma’s shirt off as well and had him pinned under you, his lithe torso keeping yours warm as you lay atop him, still kissing.
You were making all the moves but he was definitely keeping up with what you were doing.
“I want you,” you whispered into his ear before taking his earlobe between your teeth and tugging on it. You wanted to be closer to him so badly but you didn’t quite know how to make it happen.
He didn’t reply verbally to your comment but his hands roamed your bare sides and back and his fingertips gripped you with a little more need than usual.
You pushed your body into his, slipping your leg between his so you could grip your thighs against him, pressing your aching core against the front of his thick upper leg.
Kenma was built lean but his legs were a little thicker than most and it gave you something good to wrap your legs around. It also felt really nice to rub against.
The time was now close to 11pm and you were feeling really good, one hand sliding down his front to the top of his suit pants.
As you gently palmed him through his pants, your tongues touched and rolled against each other’s, fueling that need that was aching below the belt- so to speak.
Kenma had never really let you touch him for long, if at all! So this was something new, this was the next level being unlocked, and you gently felt along his outline, trying to get an idea of his size. You didn’t know why you were doing this? The thought of putting that inside you hadn’t been on the cards at all but you knew you wanted to do at least something tonight… it just felt right.
Still kissing, you moved your hand to his buttons and zipper and fiddled around with them until you got the button undone then tugged on the zipper to pull it down.
It was at that point that Kenma realized you were trying to do a break and enter into his pants and he half sat up and grabbed for your wrist to stop you.
“What are you doing?” He panted.
“Please?” You replied breathlessly, “I want to do something…”
“What do you want to do?” he asked suspiciously.
“I dunno… just something?” you replied, “something that girlfriends and boyfriends do…”
“I… don’t know if I’m ready for that just yet…” he replied softly, his feline eyes looking both intimidating and shy all at the same time.
“Ready for what?” you asked softly, wanting to make sure you were on the same page.
“Umm… well… you know,” He whispered evasively with a blush on his face, “that. And I don’t have any… umm… protection…”
“ProtectioOH!” You suddenly knew what he was meaning, “n-no, I didn’t mean… that… I meant like, I dunno, like touching… and stuff… I want to feel you and do stuff…”
“So not putting it… in…”
“NO!”
“Oh… umm… I guess that’s ok then?” he replied, swallowing heavily as you eagerly grabbed for the top of his pants again.
He was definitely more shy about this than you were but maybe it was because you had had more sugar than him.
He helped you get his pants off and then hesitantly sat back as you tossed his pants off the bed and stared at the tent in his grey boxers.
“D-Don’t stare at it,” he said softly with embarrassment, cupping his hand over his veiled erection.
“I’m just really curious,” you said, “can I see?”
He slowly let his hands move aside and you reached for the top of his boxers and pulled the waistband out a little to look inside.
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