[The noise Star makes as Kakyoin's deft fingers begin to sink the combs into his hair is perhaps best described as a purr; it's low and rough and self-satisfied, and Star's eyes fall closed as he seems to melt beneath the feeling of it, having gotten precisely what he wanted from the request.
Whenever he disappears, the combs won't follow, of course; his collar wouldn't either, and neither will the makeshift earrings. They'll tumble to the ground without a mop of hair to hold them, left behind after their owner has vanished. But that's a problem for another time, because right now Star has no intention of disappearing. Quite the contrary, he lets his new decorations get settled in, then sets the box aside and turns his attention fully to Kakyoin for a long, thoughtful moment.
In another second, his mind made up, Star moves — this time, catching hold of the forgotten ribbon ties lacing the sides of Kakyoin's dress shut and working them free eyelet by eyelet. Yet he never undoes them altogether; rather, it quickly becomes apparent that what Star's after in that moment is simply marring the previous perfection of Kakyoin's appearance — mostly leaving him intact, yet rendering it undeniable that hands have been on him, exploring him, enjoying the gift that he is.
And tease Star does — stroking Kakyoin's sides through the fabric, dipping beneath it in the front to trace shapes on the insides of his thighs, dipping to kiss at the bend in his knee and doing everything he can to muss and fluster him, wanting his final present beautifully disheveled before he ultimately shows him off to his master.]
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Whenever he disappears, the combs won't follow, of course; his collar wouldn't either, and neither will the makeshift earrings. They'll tumble to the ground without a mop of hair to hold them, left behind after their owner has vanished. But that's a problem for another time, because right now Star has no intention of disappearing. Quite the contrary, he lets his new decorations get settled in, then sets the box aside and turns his attention fully to Kakyoin for a long, thoughtful moment.
In another second, his mind made up, Star moves — this time, catching hold of the forgotten ribbon ties lacing the sides of Kakyoin's dress shut and working them free eyelet by eyelet. Yet he never undoes them altogether; rather, it quickly becomes apparent that what Star's after in that moment is simply marring the previous perfection of Kakyoin's appearance — mostly leaving him intact, yet rendering it undeniable that hands have been on him, exploring him, enjoying the gift that he is.
And tease Star does — stroking Kakyoin's sides through the fabric, dipping beneath it in the front to trace shapes on the insides of his thighs, dipping to kiss at the bend in his knee and doing everything he can to muss and fluster him, wanting his final present beautifully disheveled before he ultimately shows him off to his master.]