[ oh, hot. that’s hot. shōyō feels an irresistible fire that shoots up and burns between his hips like something still dull but tantalizing, continuous as bare hands meet bare chest beneath the fabric that hid it away. did he make a sound? surprised, but it was enjoyment, the edge of a sigh and close to something more. shōyō’s curling, welcoming hold travels lower as much as he squeezes and tips his head, anything to feel deeper as well as closer— the anchor of his hips, that was already more than he’d ever gone anywhere. would his fingers be alright at the skin of his waist? questioning was too late when they were already there, resting and rubbing their way across the line his pants made. maybe, but maybe—
shōyō breaks the kiss when he only then begins to feel the wear at his heels, from keeping propped for too long, and it’s there that he not only gathers his breath and rattling heart, but guides lazarus closer to something they could rest on: the bed. ]
Over, just— here.
[ he’s still mostly nose to nose, breathy and for once, hushed, but with a smile that threatened to expose his teeth again. he’s trying terribly to keep it under control as he sat, pressing his lips together and just waiting for the right angle to press another. ]
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shōyō breaks the kiss when he only then begins to feel the wear at his heels, from keeping propped for too long, and it’s there that he not only gathers his breath and rattling heart, but guides lazarus closer to something they could rest on: the bed. ]
Over, just— here.
[ he’s still mostly nose to nose, breathy and for once, hushed, but with a smile that threatened to expose his teeth again. he’s trying terribly to keep it under control as he sat, pressing his lips together and just waiting for the right angle to press another. ]