[ His head has dropped to your shoulder, forehead pressed to your skin like he'd like to hide away inside of you. That familiar flush is creeping up the back of his neck, staining the tips of his ears as he breathes in -- sharp, alert, hyper-aware -- as a response to what you're doing.
( He would like to blame Arcadia for these thoughts, he really would. Except he can't, because the blame would be misplaced and he'd be lying to himself. He's watched you fall asleep in his arms, has tried to brand the image of you moving above/beneath/against him in the numerous times you two have come together to forget everything but each other. He's wondered about the things you let him do to you, the things you've asked of him when the look in your eyes and the shape of your lips as you writhe in response to his ministrations has gotten his blood up.
He's wondered, quietly, secretly, those thoughts squirreled away and wrapped up in deflections and distractions -- he's wondered what it might be like if you were giving and he receiving.
He suspects he would enjoy it. It's both terrifying and enticing. )
Forgive him, Hikaru. It seems his tongue has forgotten how to shape the sounds so that he can speak. ]
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( He would like to blame Arcadia for these thoughts, he really would. Except he can't, because the blame would be misplaced and he'd be lying to himself. He's watched you fall asleep in his arms, has tried to brand the image of you moving above/beneath/against him in the numerous times you two have come together to forget everything but each other. He's wondered about the things you let him do to you, the things you've asked of him when the look in your eyes and the shape of your lips as you writhe in response to his ministrations has gotten his blood up.
He's wondered, quietly, secretly, those thoughts squirreled away and wrapped up in deflections and distractions -- he's wondered what it might be like if you were giving and he receiving.
He suspects he would enjoy it. It's both terrifying and enticing. )
Forgive him, Hikaru. It seems his tongue has forgotten how to shape the sounds so that he can speak. ]