[He's still watching Kakyoin, still holding him possessively and making sure to shift his weight every so often just to make sure Kakyoin never turns too complacent, but a little bit of the hungry mirth melts away for a few seconds, replaced with cautious attentiveness. His hand skims against Kakyoin's hip, thumb stroking over the edge of the fabric where it's riding up.]
I want to touch you, Nori. Can I...?
[As though he isn't touching him already, but — it's not in him not to ask. Not when it's this early in...them doing this together. Maybe he won't always be so careful. Someday, they'll be familiar enough that there'll be more implicit ways of seeking permission.
For now, he needs to hear it. He needs to be sure.]
Unless you already got yourself ready before you got dressed up in that. It's gonna take some time to do it, otherwise.
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[He's still watching Kakyoin, still holding him possessively and making sure to shift his weight every so often just to make sure Kakyoin never turns too complacent, but a little bit of the hungry mirth melts away for a few seconds, replaced with cautious attentiveness. His hand skims against Kakyoin's hip, thumb stroking over the edge of the fabric where it's riding up.]
I want to touch you, Nori. Can I...?
[As though he isn't touching him already, but — it's not in him not to ask. Not when it's this early in...them doing this together. Maybe he won't always be so careful. Someday, they'll be familiar enough that there'll be more implicit ways of seeking permission.
For now, he needs to hear it. He needs to be sure.]
Unless you already got yourself ready before you got dressed up in that. It's gonna take some time to do it, otherwise.