reachingfangs: (✧ you gotta grind)
renji ❝ sᴡɪss ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴋɴɪғᴇ ❞ abarai ([personal profile] reachingfangs) wrote in [personal profile] loudmouths 2019-08-13 12:21 am (UTC)

[ Renji knew when he was beaten. Keigo had him on the back foot, literally, since he'd made that embarrassing but necessary confession. He'd rolled over and exposed his weak underbelly and Keigo was not showing him mercy, each lewd implication piling up until it was no longer subtext but the words he'd have written in his obituary because this outpouring of obscene and heartfelt innuendo might actually kill him.

A few times, Renji started to protest, to say that he got the picture, that Keigo really did think way too hard about this, but the words were stifled on his lips as Keigo pushed his campaign onwards. Red painted his face and all the way down his neck as Keigo's arms enclosed him.
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Settin' the bar high, ain't you?

[ Renji struggled to strike his usual pointed, gruff tone, but even then he sounded too indulgent, more wry than cutting. His arms drew around Keigo's waist, settling there again like it was where they naturally fit, his fingers lacing at the small of Keigo's back. That sweet smell of Keigo's filled his lungs, his face filled his field of vision, and memories of nights together filled his head. It was overwhelming, to feel so thoroughly overrun by one person, but it wasn't wholly unpleasant either. Capitulation seemed almost appealing now. ]

You shouldn't strain yourself rackin' your brains out over something like that.

[ A hand came to Keigo's hair, tracing the cool metal of his barrette with his fingertips as it turned warm under his touch. ]

You oughta know I'm already thinkin' about you.

[ There really was no winning here, but he could at least try to get a few of his own jabs in. He didn't have anything left to lose. ]

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