I'm Scott Summers and yeah I always need to wear these sunglasses, thanks for asking.
My Future Plans
Going back home.
My Talents
A lot of things.
Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food
Stuff that doesn't suck.
My Ideal Partner
...
Height
5'8"
Body Type
Lean, athletic build
Smokes
No
Drinks
No (mostly because underage)
Drugs
No
Sign
Libra
Education
Xavier's Institute
Occupation
Student
Income
None
Children
No
Pets
No
Hobbies
Normal things
[And okay, despite all his earlier thoughts and awkwardness, once they're actually facing each other, with Toma's hand almost gently cupping his jaw... it really is easy to just sort of fall into that intimate feeling. Well, kissing always felt kind of intimate to him, even if it's just lips against lips, but he likes it a lot.
He just also views sex as pretty intimate as well. Usually. He wants it to be. He's learned to be a little more casual about it, but he definitely has a preference.
But pushing that aside, he immediately leans in with one hand on Toma's shoulder, though he's slow on his end too, noticing his approach and wanting to match it for this kiss. His lips part against Toma's and presses in just a bit more, slotting them together and exchanging just a hint of tongue as he swipes along his bottom lip-- tasting and testing to see his reaction.]
[Perhaps predictably, Toma's view of sex on the whole tends to be... rather more cynical. To him, sex is primarily a transaction, a display of power, or both; for it to mean anything is vanishingly rare.
This viewpoint didn't exactly make him any more open to casual sex before his arrival here; if anything, that expectation that most potential partners would see physical intimacy as an opportunity to exert power over him contributed to his shying away from the possibility. At the same time, though - now, under these new circumstances, that pragmatic standpoint may have helped him adjust a bit more easily to this place's expectations. It's awkward, sure, even now - but at least he was primed not to expect any of this to mean anything.
...Still, he had hoped to at least be able to keep one thing between himself and the one person he actually cares for. But the mistletoe proved that wasn't a real option.
So, now, he adapts.
Toma encourages Scott's press forward with a quiet hum and lets his tongue slip briefly into his mouth in turn. He sets his free hand at Scott's waist, gently urging him a bit closer.]
[Is it too early to say that this is definitely better?
He reaches with his free hand to cup the back of Toma's head, fingers lightly curling into his strands as they draw each other closer into this singular moment. Which. Still just a kiss!! But Scott's definitely gotten the understanding now that something like that holds a lot of value to Toma, he's just trying to adapt. So, maybe he can lead just a little bit more? A flare of something more leading-- leaderlike rises in Scott, both trying to make this at least enjoyable for him and not rushing into anything too quickly.
His tongue meets Toma's, responsive and explorative as he gets the taste of the other. Not that he's great in describing any of that, but sometimes it's fun to associate a certain flavor of something they just had like coffee or whatnot with the person; he just had a breath mint himself. But if allowed, he'll continue to move his tongue along Toma's, swiping across and sinking in just a bit deeper, touching those inner walls of his mouth as well.]
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[And okay, despite all his earlier thoughts and awkwardness, once they're actually facing each other, with Toma's hand almost gently cupping his jaw... it really is easy to just sort of fall into that intimate feeling. Well, kissing always felt kind of intimate to him, even if it's just lips against lips, but he likes it a lot.
He just also views sex as pretty intimate as well. Usually. He wants it to be. He's learned to be a little more casual about it, but he definitely has a preference.
But pushing that aside, he immediately leans in with one hand on Toma's shoulder, though he's slow on his end too, noticing his approach and wanting to match it for this kiss. His lips part against Toma's and presses in just a bit more, slotting them together and exchanging just a hint of tongue as he swipes along his bottom lip-- tasting and testing to see his reaction.]
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This viewpoint didn't exactly make him any more open to casual sex before his arrival here; if anything, that expectation that most potential partners would see physical intimacy as an opportunity to exert power over him contributed to his shying away from the possibility. At the same time, though - now, under these new circumstances, that pragmatic standpoint may have helped him adjust a bit more easily to this place's expectations. It's awkward, sure, even now - but at least he was primed not to expect any of this to mean anything.
...Still, he had hoped to at least be able to keep one thing between himself and the one person he actually cares for. But the mistletoe proved that wasn't a real option.
So, now, he adapts.
Toma encourages Scott's press forward with a quiet hum and lets his tongue slip briefly into his mouth in turn. He sets his free hand at Scott's waist, gently urging him a bit closer.]
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He reaches with his free hand to cup the back of Toma's head, fingers lightly curling into his strands as they draw each other closer into this singular moment. Which. Still just a kiss!! But Scott's definitely gotten the understanding now that something like that holds a lot of value to Toma, he's just trying to adapt. So, maybe he can lead just a little bit more? A flare of something more leading-- leaderlike rises in Scott, both trying to make this at least enjoyable for him and not rushing into anything too quickly.
His tongue meets Toma's, responsive and explorative as he gets the taste of the other. Not that he's great in describing any of that, but sometimes it's fun to associate a certain flavor of something they just had like coffee or whatnot with the person; he just had a breath mint himself. But if allowed, he'll continue to move his tongue along Toma's, swiping across and sinking in just a bit deeper, touching those inner walls of his mouth as well.]