[ With every kiss, every touch of Midnight's hand to the back of his neck, every reminder of their joined fingers swinging between their bodies, it becomes increasingly difficult for Keita to focus on the task of getting them first to an elevator, and then next to Keita's bedroom door. The golden filigree of branching futures ahead of them suggests a growing number of possibilities where Keita gives up on his self-control and hauls Midnight into the nearest nook or cranny to have his way with him—
But they've been apart for so long, and Keita may not be jealous with Midnight, but he is rather jealous about the expressions of adoration and pleasure he sees on Midnight's face when they're intimate. It's that thought which grants him the wherewithal to press the button for the seventh floor without interruption: that when he makes Midnight come, he would rather be the only one to see it.
Still, as soon as the doors slide closed behind them and the elevator carriage begins to move, Keita does turn to Midnight and pull him down with a firm hand at the nape of his neck, pressing their mouths together in a hot, hungry kiss. There's a touch of sharpness to it now, evidence of how barely-restrained Keita's desire must be.
His desire, and his affection. When they part, Keita settles onto his flat feet and looks up at Midnight to ask, ]
Did you know I was reading to you the entire time?
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But they've been apart for so long, and Keita may not be jealous with Midnight, but he is rather jealous about the expressions of adoration and pleasure he sees on Midnight's face when they're intimate. It's that thought which grants him the wherewithal to press the button for the seventh floor without interruption: that when he makes Midnight come, he would rather be the only one to see it.
Still, as soon as the doors slide closed behind them and the elevator carriage begins to move, Keita does turn to Midnight and pull him down with a firm hand at the nape of his neck, pressing their mouths together in a hot, hungry kiss. There's a touch of sharpness to it now, evidence of how barely-restrained Keita's desire must be.
His desire, and his affection. When they part, Keita settles onto his flat feet and looks up at Midnight to ask, ]
Did you know I was reading to you the entire time?