[ He comes to Mika easily - is it a pull if Ginger’s the one who rushes to close whatever gap is left? It’s different, with so much give between them - and Ginger thinks he might have made himself a little shorter on accident? He’s still taller, maybe, but not by much.
The alignment of their lips is not quite the same, but it only takes a slight shift for them to slot together - and then it’s the usual distraction of tongue and taste. Mika is as sweet as ever, and Ginger drinks him breathless.
He feels… hot… in a new, less obvious way. There are new wants to this that have him shifting on his feet. A little antsy for something he doesn’t understand yet.
When Mika pulls away, he’ll see that Ginger’s not in uniform this time (it doesn’t fit his new form, obviously), but a long, loose blouse. White, it falls over his new breasts in a flattering way - not on purpose. Ginger had just chosen something similar in theme, but that his mom wouldn’t shake her head to. He’s not brave enough to wear a skirt, so simple black leggings and black flats complete his look. His long hair falls everywhere. ]
You’re the one who’s soft, Mika. You look so…
[ Ginger trails off, heart beating fast from the kiss - and from Mika’s innate beauty. Everything is softer, but Mika’s always been soft to Ginger - soft heart, soft happiness. Now he looks like the light has brushed him in coy strokes, blurring his edges and making him radiant in a new way. Are his eyes a little sharper? His lips a little pinker? Ginger’s mismatched eyes track every new detail. ]
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The alignment of their lips is not quite the same, but it only takes a slight shift for them to slot together - and then it’s the usual distraction of tongue and taste. Mika is as sweet as ever, and Ginger drinks him breathless.
He feels… hot… in a new, less obvious way. There are new wants to this that have him shifting on his feet. A little antsy for something he doesn’t understand yet.
When Mika pulls away, he’ll see that Ginger’s not in uniform this time (it doesn’t fit his new form, obviously), but a long, loose blouse. White, it falls over his new breasts in a flattering way - not on purpose. Ginger had just chosen something similar in theme, but that his mom wouldn’t shake her head to. He’s not brave enough to wear a skirt, so simple black leggings and black flats complete his look. His long hair falls everywhere. ]
You’re the one who’s soft, Mika. You look so…
[ Ginger trails off, heart beating fast from the kiss - and from Mika’s innate beauty. Everything is softer, but Mika’s always been soft to Ginger - soft heart, soft happiness. Now he looks like the light has brushed him in coy strokes, blurring his edges and making him radiant in a new way. Are his eyes a little sharper? His lips a little pinker? Ginger’s mismatched eyes track every new detail. ]
You’re always so… dazzling. Wow…