[ a strangeness there makes his smile fall, expression carefully blank as he takes in Genya's. worried? he hadn't thought he'd left enough of an impression on anyone to warrant something like that, let alone this guy. from just a little teasing, it makes it so easy to smell the ripe, pulsing blood beneath, a heart barely concealed beneath the sternum; he may as well be watching it throb against the flesh, eager to be torn open and swallowed. he licks his lips. it isn't salacious so much as it is unconscious, a wetting of a dry seam, but his pupils dilate and darken his eyes to an earthy warmth. ]
[ he's always been the provider, the umbrella in the rain, the blanket pulled over. it's odd for someone to do it to him without request, unusual to feel someone else's rough and broad calluses, for warmth to cradle over him and offer it. newness is a plangent hum in his chest, and somehow — regret follows its echo. ]
[ Genya is soft and tender beneath that wall of muscle. he really shouldn't have teased him too hard. ]
You could've found me, if you wanted to. [ it's not an accusation — just a way of explaining where he'd been without having to say it. don't make him say it. hard truth to hide naked as they are together now, a patch of flesh on his muscled forearm receded to reveal marble. a beat more, and the frenetic energy of a drunk gone pacified dissipates as he lays his cheek down on Genya's chest. the strong, steady drum of one against another, beat of pulse against inner ear. his eyes slip lower. ] If I'm sick, will you take care of me? Shinazugawa-kun.
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[ he's always been the provider, the umbrella in the rain, the blanket pulled over. it's odd for someone to do it to him without request, unusual to feel someone else's rough and broad calluses, for warmth to cradle over him and offer it. newness is a plangent hum in his chest, and somehow — regret follows its echo. ]
[ Genya is soft and tender beneath that wall of muscle. he really shouldn't have teased him too hard. ]
You could've found me, if you wanted to. [ it's not an accusation — just a way of explaining where he'd been without having to say it. don't make him say it. hard truth to hide naked as they are together now, a patch of flesh on his muscled forearm receded to reveal marble. a beat more, and the frenetic energy of a drunk gone pacified dissipates as he lays his cheek down on Genya's chest. the strong, steady drum of one against another, beat of pulse against inner ear. his eyes slip lower. ] If I'm sick, will you take care of me? Shinazugawa-kun.