[There are several things that, to his shame, stopped Hikaru Shinta from making sure that none of that happened. For one, how the hell was he supposed to expect that. For another, really, how the hell was he supposed to expect that. And yes, there is the fact that maybe he had not brought his guard as far up as he should have (thanks a lot for that, LaRue), and yes, he'd rather not let those good old combat instincts kick in and splatter the offending(?) party across the wall out of self-preservation.
So, Joshua goddamnit LaRue, the slide of your hand across his skin made him start, and that passable kiss of yours effectively swallowed up a tiny gasp of surprise, and --
-- and even while all of the buttons for Panic and Confusion in his brain have been pushed all at the same time, his lips are tingling from just that one taste of yours, and the feel of your words against his mouth.
Right. What the. Okay.
Pushing out of your grip now, and taking several steps back. That mask he had only begun to carefully construct has crumbled, revealing the many conflicting emotions on his face (what did he just do, why the hell did he do that, what the fuck was going on, why the hell are we suddenly in my fucking room).]
Why... why did you...?
[No smoothness in this one now. He's already about to go dizzy from just beginning to think about this.]
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So, Joshua goddamnit LaRue, the slide of your hand across his skin made him start, and that passable kiss of yours effectively swallowed up a tiny gasp of surprise, and --
-- and even while all of the buttons for Panic and Confusion in his brain have been pushed all at the same time, his lips are tingling from just that one taste of yours, and the feel of your words against his mouth.
Right. What the. Okay.
Pushing out of your grip now, and taking several steps back. That mask he had only begun to carefully construct has crumbled, revealing the many conflicting emotions on his face (what did he just do, why the hell did he do that, what the fuck was going on, why the hell are we suddenly in my fucking room).]
Why... why did you...?
[No smoothness in this one now. He's already about to go dizzy from just beginning to think about this.]