[ in truth: shōyō had been in abrupt danger of being kneed in the groin, and any amount of high speed contact in that direction surely makes him jolt his thighs together and instinctively try to protect himself. a direct hit—?! not direct, the full ache where his inner thigh had taken the brunt of the hit instead has him curling his back and swallowing a grunt. it’s alright, you know the story— and it doesn’t hurt half as much.
but it was dangerous, wasn’t it! in the end, shōyō can only laugh behind a tight-lipped grin, owwwwowowowah from a mouth that is being given apology attention right on the spot (and just for the record, it’s easy to tell that shōyō wasn’t down for the count, or else he wouldn’t be smiling).
he needs to get acclimated: there is another dude right on top of him and going for his shirt, they’ve just kissed a whole deal, now what? was it obvious? was it even for real? wow, it was. and since shōyō too, has never honed his attention to this, this is a mighty first that shows in how he directly and mentally fumbles around this step. a natural little voice in his head asked “should I really?” while the other begged not to stop and just do something back.
that something, while his back re-arches to nimble fingers, is, oh, dear— never mind, he had done ir seconds before actually realizing. both hands are very generously at lazarus and whatever backside it was that he could grab. crapcrapcrap was i too directtttt—?! ]
Is this, um, [ he’s trying to speak through his cheeks already turning just about purple, ] okay?
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but it was dangerous, wasn’t it! in the end, shōyō can only laugh behind a tight-lipped grin, owwwwowowowah from a mouth that is being given apology attention right on the spot (and just for the record, it’s easy to tell that shōyō wasn’t down for the count, or else he wouldn’t be smiling).
he needs to get acclimated: there is another dude right on top of him and going for his shirt, they’ve just kissed a whole deal, now what? was it obvious? was it even for real? wow, it was. and since shōyō too, has never honed his attention to this, this is a mighty first that shows in how he directly and mentally fumbles around this step. a natural little voice in his head asked “should I really?” while the other begged not to stop and just do something back.
that something, while his back re-arches to nimble fingers, is, oh, dear— never mind, he had done ir seconds before actually realizing. both hands are very generously at lazarus and whatever backside it was that he could grab. crapcrapcrap was i too directtttt—?! ]
Is this, um, [ he’s trying to speak through his cheeks already turning just about purple, ] okay?