[ Wordlessly, he lets his hands slide down his back and up his hip and thigh where he sets his palms and gently taps at the muscle there to get his attention. You have to let go first. He seems to indicate before lifting him up in a tangle of sheets to set him back on the bed.
Shouto lies down on his side to look at him from the short distance that separates them. His hair mixes on the pillowcase, red cascading onto white while steady eyes stray to the scar marring his shoulder. He has the urge to trace the length of it again but refrains in deference to his words. ]
I somehow lost this tag!
Shouto lies down on his side to look at him from the short distance that separates them. His hair mixes on the pillowcase, red cascading onto white while steady eyes stray to the scar marring his shoulder. He has the urge to trace the length of it again but refrains in deference to his words. ]
Let's go to sleep.