[He figures out what Kakyoin is doing a little too late; not fast enough to keep his face from heating all the way to his ears as the tantalizingly dirty talk washes over him like a wave. Kakyoin's got his number, is what it means, and that's always a dangerous position to be in, but the truth is he wants that too. He's never minded being pushed around a little in bed, never objected any more than superficially to being teased by his partners. Kakyoin's playing to something he knows he's into, deliberately, and he's taking the bait without question, hook, line, and sinker.
He swallows hard, eyes dark with heat and want, and thinks idly of having Hierophant around his shoulders, crisscrossing his limbs, around his neck, between his muscle fibers. It makes him shiver; with those thoughts on his mind, he's even more acutely aware of the cool, pliant tendril winding around near his fingers, clever and invasive and hot.]
A-All the time. All the time, I think about it.
[Of course, even his wildest imaginings never came up with the sight of this dress, so that's a point in reality's favor, after all.]
I always think about your face. The look on your face, when you take it all and it hits you, when it...
[He shivers, shudders. It's magnificent.]
When it's better than anything else. That's what I think about. The look on your face. Making you look like that. Making you crazy.
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[He figures out what Kakyoin is doing a little too late; not fast enough to keep his face from heating all the way to his ears as the tantalizingly dirty talk washes over him like a wave. Kakyoin's got his number, is what it means, and that's always a dangerous position to be in, but the truth is he wants that too. He's never minded being pushed around a little in bed, never objected any more than superficially to being teased by his partners. Kakyoin's playing to something he knows he's into, deliberately, and he's taking the bait without question, hook, line, and sinker.
He swallows hard, eyes dark with heat and want, and thinks idly of having Hierophant around his shoulders, crisscrossing his limbs, around his neck, between his muscle fibers. It makes him shiver; with those thoughts on his mind, he's even more acutely aware of the cool, pliant tendril winding around near his fingers, clever and invasive and hot.]
A-All the time. All the time, I think about it.
[Of course, even his wildest imaginings never came up with the sight of this dress, so that's a point in reality's favor, after all.]
I always think about your face. The look on your face, when you take it all and it hits you, when it...
[He shivers, shudders. It's magnificent.]
When it's better than anything else. That's what I think about. The look on your face. Making you look like that. Making you crazy.