[ keigo wasn't stupid, even if he could be dense, in a manner of speaking. there was no way he could miss renji's shift from flustered to truly affectionate, of course, but more than that, the subtleties in his touch as he drew him in just close enough were easy enough to pick apart. it was slightly guarded, yet eager, and keigo had to wonder if renji was holding back for some reason or another.

then, as renji nuzzled at his hair, keigo remembered. renji said it quite plainly, after all. bringing them right back to that concern of keigo's: of renji being drawn in like he was hypnotized. clearly he could resist for now, but the risk was there, wasn't it? keigo's lips drew tight; he was resisting, too. he had urges to moonlace that were difficult to resist with his already impulsive nature and his love for renji powering most everything else. ]

...Well, I don't think I could keep you out for long, to be honest... [ keigo sounded a little indignant, like he was caught in an embarrassing trap. he let his fingers drag across renji's chest lightly, truly resisting the urge to tear his clothes off and feel his bare skin. ] ...even if you didn't break down the door, I would have let you in eventually... I don't... really wanna be away from you when I'm like this, but...

[ but...

keigo pressed his hands against renji's chest, putting a little bit of distance between them. ]

Are you sure it's okay?