[ keigo offered up a soft hum as renji relented and returned to embracing him, his eyes half-lidded and glimmering with amusement. renji really was quite cute when he was embarrassed... and the attempts to interject had been endearing, as well. ultimately, though, keigo knew he'd fold to his wiles and he was content with that result.
but that was the drawback to being confident: leaving oneself open to a counterattack. keigo was pretty certain that renji was going to try and change the subject or struggle through his embarrassment, and his first replies seemed to agree with that assumption. it wasn't until renji stroked his fingers against keigo's hair and the barrette there did keigo realize that maybe he wasn't quite throwing the towel in yet.
he was right. renji really did throw one last suckerpunch that knocked the wind right out of him. it was a simple statement, stupidly so, but its simplicity made it all the more powerful to keigo. renji was never generous with sharing his innermost thoughts or feelings, so keigo felt safe to assume that he didn't need to know everything to experience being loved by renji. but just hearing something that heartfelt in plain words made keigo flush hotly as he looked up at renji with slightly widened eyes. it made him realize quite frankly that he really did love him, that this feeling they shared was real.
if not for the moon, keigo would have turned into a stammering, emotional mess. thankfully, at most, he exhaled a sheepish chuckle and donned an equally sheepish smile, tilting his head to one side in a sort of coy fashion. ]
How romantic... [ keigo reached up to twist his fingers playfully through renji's hair. he sounded playful, but he was sincere. ] But you're right. I do know that, 'cause it's the same for me. [ he leaned into renji, nuzzling against his neck, enjoying the reiatsu that rolled off of him like waves. ] But let me be an overachiever for once. [ a warm breath puffed against his skin, the precursor to a slow and indulgent kiss pressed against his neck. ] I want you to feel the same way I do when you fuck me.
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[ keigo offered up a soft hum as renji relented and returned to embracing him, his eyes half-lidded and glimmering with amusement. renji really was quite cute when he was embarrassed... and the attempts to interject had been endearing, as well. ultimately, though, keigo knew he'd fold to his wiles and he was content with that result.
but that was the drawback to being confident: leaving oneself open to a counterattack. keigo was pretty certain that renji was going to try and change the subject or struggle through his embarrassment, and his first replies seemed to agree with that assumption. it wasn't until renji stroked his fingers against keigo's hair and the barrette there did keigo realize that maybe he wasn't quite throwing the towel in yet.
he was right. renji really did throw one last suckerpunch that knocked the wind right out of him. it was a simple statement, stupidly so, but its simplicity made it all the more powerful to keigo. renji was never generous with sharing his innermost thoughts or feelings, so keigo felt safe to assume that he didn't need to know everything to experience being loved by renji. but just hearing something that heartfelt in plain words made keigo flush hotly as he looked up at renji with slightly widened eyes. it made him realize quite frankly that he really did love him, that this feeling they shared was real.
if not for the moon, keigo would have turned into a stammering, emotional mess. thankfully, at most, he exhaled a sheepish chuckle and donned an equally sheepish smile, tilting his head to one side in a sort of coy fashion. ]
How romantic... [ keigo reached up to twist his fingers playfully through renji's hair. he sounded playful, but he was sincere. ] But you're right. I do know that, 'cause it's the same for me. [ he leaned into renji, nuzzling against his neck, enjoying the reiatsu that rolled off of him like waves. ] But let me be an overachiever for once. [ a warm breath puffed against his skin, the precursor to a slow and indulgent kiss pressed against his neck. ] I want you to feel the same way I do when you fuck me.