[ The feel of your hand as it moves over his skin prompts a sharp intake of breath on his part. The muscles of his stomach flex, tightening under your fingers as if bracing for what you might do next. Given how close the both of you are, it'll be easy for you to see the precise way that his pupils dilate, as well as the faint flush at the tips of his ears when you ask him that question.
He wants this. He's wanted this for a while, and just didn't know how to arrange fantasy down to coherent thought, much less articulate into actual words. Please understand that his hesitation has nothing to do with you and everything to with the fact that he's not sure what to do with himself.
You're right when you said that he figured himself straight for a long, long time. It was a logical assumption to make on his part, especially since there hadn't been anything to hint at an attraction to other guys -- which, mind you, is a difficult thing to ignore given the lack of personal space and modesty in a team locker room.
He does know with irrefutable certainty that he wants you, and he is willing to explore anything you think of tossing his way. What better way is there, after all, to test at boundaries than with the person who has made it plenty clear that they will readily burn the world to the ground for you at the slightest provocation. ]
I, uh. [ Breathe. Breathe.. Remember that you can actually string more than two syllables together, LaRue. ] Yes.
Yes, I want to know.
[ He has to tear his gaze away from where your hand is, though fat lot it does because not looking does very little for how his thoughts veer towards how he knows the precise shape of you when he has you in his grip, what it's like to tie you up and hold you down; how it was you who walked him through each experience in the bedroom: always reassuring, patient and understanding of the way ( he might feel ) he's fumbled through.
His heart rate's picked up. He's also doing his best not to let his gaze stray from your face because... well. He can feel you. You are straddling him. It's kind of difficult to miss. ]
Hikaru, [ he can barely hear himself. ] Please.
[ Take him however you like ( he really doesn't fucking mind ) but the suspense is killing him. ]
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He wants this. He's wanted this for a while, and just didn't know how to arrange fantasy down to coherent thought, much less articulate into actual words. Please understand that his hesitation has nothing to do with you and everything to with the fact that he's not sure what to do with himself.
You're right when you said that he figured himself straight for a long, long time. It was a logical assumption to make on his part, especially since there hadn't been anything to hint at an attraction to other guys -- which, mind you, is a difficult thing to ignore given the lack of personal space and modesty in a team locker room.
He does know with irrefutable certainty that he wants you, and he is willing to explore anything you think of tossing his way. What better way is there, after all, to test at boundaries than with the person who has made it plenty clear that they will readily burn the world to the ground for you at the slightest provocation. ]
I, uh. [ Breathe. Breathe.. Remember that you can actually string more than two syllables together, LaRue. ] Yes.
Yes, I want to know.
[ He has to tear his gaze away from where your hand is, though fat lot it does because not looking does very little for how his thoughts veer towards how he knows the precise shape of you when he has you in his grip, what it's like to tie you up and hold you down; how it was you who walked him through each experience in the bedroom: always reassuring, patient and understanding of the way ( he might feel ) he's fumbled through.
His heart rate's picked up. He's also doing his best not to let his gaze stray from your face because... well. He can feel you. You are straddling him. It's kind of difficult to miss. ]
Hikaru, [ he can barely hear himself. ] Please.
[ Take him however you like ( he really doesn't fucking mind ) but the suspense is killing him. ]