[He works the comb carefully, step by step, first down along the sweep of Kakyoin's jawline and then back from his temple, smoothing out the kinks and flyaways until he's naturally ended up at the back of his head. Now he has to ease the fallen hood out of the way more carefully, but a twinge of tactile memory reminds him of the unique pleasure of comb teeth running along the nape of one's neck, and he wastes no time in doing the same, running it again and again from the back of Kakyoin's head down along the curve of his neck to his shoulders, searching for a reaction.]
Even when it's fucked up by the hood, it's pretty.
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[He works the comb carefully, step by step, first down along the sweep of Kakyoin's jawline and then back from his temple, smoothing out the kinks and flyaways until he's naturally ended up at the back of his head. Now he has to ease the fallen hood out of the way more carefully, but a twinge of tactile memory reminds him of the unique pleasure of comb teeth running along the nape of one's neck, and he wastes no time in doing the same, running it again and again from the back of Kakyoin's head down along the curve of his neck to his shoulders, searching for a reaction.]
Even when it's fucked up by the hood, it's pretty.