[ The headstrong tone of Bakugo's voice makes another faint smile flicker at the corner of Keita's mouth. It's not befitting someone of the role he's meant to be playing, but it is something he likes about Bakugo himself—his absolute irreverence for everything meant to force him into respect that hasn't been earned. With some effort, he schools his expression again and reaches up when Bakugo kneels on the bed, fingers ghosting along the line of his jaw before hooking in the collar of his jacket to tug him a little closer. ]
I knew you would, [ Keita says, pleased. He has faith in his captain to be able to execute, wouldn't have put it in his hands if he didn't. Perhaps he's earned a few liberties, after all.
The suggestion that Keita might have been about to sleep makes him lift an eyebrow as he carefully, single-handedly unbuttons the topmost button of Bakugo's jacket, then trails his fingers lightly down the skin he finds beneath to work on the second as well. ]
And if I were? [ he asks, although they both know Keita will be doing absolutely no sleeping on this set whatsoever. ] Would you have objections... Captain?
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I knew you would, [ Keita says, pleased. He has faith in his captain to be able to execute, wouldn't have put it in his hands if he didn't. Perhaps he's earned a few liberties, after all.
The suggestion that Keita might have been about to sleep makes him lift an eyebrow as he carefully, single-handedly unbuttons the topmost button of Bakugo's jacket, then trails his fingers lightly down the skin he finds beneath to work on the second as well. ]
And if I were? [ he asks, although they both know Keita will be doing absolutely no sleeping on this set whatsoever. ] Would you have objections... Captain?