( Oh, she's getting into it huh? That's actually... quite encouraging for him. With the way she bucks her hips, he doesn't even think to ask if this is okay. Merely raising his arms to circle around her back, opting to pull her in closer as his pace becomes hastier, more erratic.
For Kiritsugu's part, the sensation was something even he wasn't quite sure he'd felt before. The pure elation of merely touching her, holding her against his skin, her scent overwhelming his senses, that he could forget himself in this singular, blissful moment. Were his thoughts more coherent, he'd wish the same for her. To forget the pain she endured, to think of only her life going forward.
Grabbing the back of her head, his lips inch closer towards Iri's own. )
I need to stop dying on you
For Kiritsugu's part, the sensation was something even he wasn't quite sure he'd felt before. The pure elation of merely touching her, holding her against his skin, her scent overwhelming his senses, that he could forget himself in this singular, blissful moment. Were his thoughts more coherent, he'd wish the same for her. To forget the pain she endured, to think of only her life going forward.
Grabbing the back of her head, his lips inch closer towards Iri's own. )