[ Whether it's the hormones or not, he doesn't know, but being gathered into the other man's arms like this brings about a sense of safety and belonging. He's comfortable here and there's a warmth that he feels inside. It's a foreign thing for someone who usually shies away from the touch of others. Plus, the scent of the other man was just so sweet and overwhelming, it feels like he can sink right into it.
As their lips move, he's basking a little in the pocket of warmth, a contented bliss settling within him. He's always been fond of this other man, always cared about him and felt drawn to him. He's realising now that those feelings weren't normal in the slightest. ]
You know what I mean... [ Being a 'gentleman', of course. His impression of the older man, stemming from their shared history, is that of a guy who pushes whatever buttons that he can. The annoying sort who teases and teases and pushes his affection on others. (Yet, he's also so kind, doting and giving, and he's always going to owe him everything).
There's a shudder at the lips that press against his jaw, going down that sensitive skin. So close to the place where one would usually be marked. He can already feel his nerves firing up, that heat stirring up the pit of his stomach as he starts to become wet. With what they're doing, not even the suppressants can stop his natural hormones. ]
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As their lips move, he's basking a little in the pocket of warmth, a contented bliss settling within him. He's always been fond of this other man, always cared about him and felt drawn to him. He's realising now that those feelings weren't normal in the slightest. ]
You know what I mean... [ Being a 'gentleman', of course. His impression of the older man, stemming from their shared history, is that of a guy who pushes whatever buttons that he can. The annoying sort who teases and teases and pushes his affection on others. (Yet, he's also so kind, doting and giving, and he's always going to owe him everything).
There's a shudder at the lips that press against his jaw, going down that sensitive skin. So close to the place where one would usually be marked. He can already feel his nerves firing up, that heat stirring up the pit of his stomach as he starts to become wet. With what they're doing, not even the suppressants can stop his natural hormones. ]
Gojo-san ... It's -- um. Kind of risky.