( wait, wait, wait. now he's going stiff in a different way, which, over this? takasugi may have gone home tonight and touched himself to the memory of all that blood on his tongue, but over multiple declarations of heartfelt affection? he's never been so easy, steadfast at least in matters of tenderness, or so he thought, but it's hard to ignore the way rinne's scent fills the barest space between them and overpowers the smell of alcohol and smoke, their bodies flush against each other. he stops rubbing rinne's larger back to still a satisfied sound in his throat, only to then give in and hold them tight together on his own, like he's trying to steal the warmth that's passing into his body.
because of course he's enjoying it.
of course he's loving this.
he can't stop it any longer, the way a brief shudder wracks his body from the touch on his neck. but he instigated all this, didn't he, in a way? with the way he craved to push rinne over the edge, controlling the flow of the conversation with his teasing. the way he had thoughts about this, however brief and under the influence. )
Iā
( anything? don't say that. keep that to yourself for now, not that he can control what goes on past this evening.
wasn't he getting married? wasn't he a monarch from some village, where he couldn't mesh so intimately with outsiders? and yet, something's clicked in place. something's different. it's easy to get lost in someone else's sorrow, and he's let rinne in too much. and when did that all start? the moment rinne held him the first time, or the moment they locked eyes in that room, with takasugi pinned beneath him? he can't decide. can't do much besides try to ignore what's in his lap as he rests his head on rinne's shoulder, the bartender having all but vanished for how their augmented patrons are feeling each other up. )
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because of course he's enjoying it.
of course he's loving this.
he can't stop it any longer, the way a brief shudder wracks his body from the touch on his neck. but he instigated all this, didn't he, in a way? with the way he craved to push rinne over the edge, controlling the flow of the conversation with his teasing. the way he had thoughts about this, however brief and under the influence. )
Iā
( anything? don't say that. keep that to yourself for now, not that he can control what goes on past this evening.
wasn't he getting married? wasn't he a monarch from some village, where he couldn't mesh so intimately with outsiders? and yet, something's clicked in place. something's different. it's easy to get lost in someone else's sorrow, and he's let rinne in too much. and when did that all start? the moment rinne held him the first time, or the moment they locked eyes in that room, with takasugi pinned beneath him? he can't decide. can't do much besides try to ignore what's in his lap as he rests his head on rinne's shoulder, the bartender having all but vanished for how their augmented patrons are feeling each other up. )