[ this would be the part where keigo would fire back in kind, egging guanshan on in the way he knew he'd respond to. but his propensity for being a smartass seemed to be on the backburner, along with all the other rebellious and obstinate inclinations he had.

instead, keigo was weakened, his mind only centered on that one bit of guanshan's body that he so desperately withheld. the touch of his dick to his pussy was electrifying, and the smacking sound of their skin against each other revved up that all-encompassing need to the point of frustration. the friction was still welcomed by way of keigo's hips slowly grinding up against whatever he could touch. wordlessly offering himself up, nudging at what he needed. ]

[ his voice was weak, wavering, like twine eroded down to its last thread. the soft connection of skin to skin, the texture of guanshan's dick against those soft folds encouraged that wetness to develop all the more. he didn't know if he had it in him to keep up any kind of conversation, but maybe it wouldn't matter. keigo swallowed back a soft sound, taking a moment to experimentally rub his inner thighs along guanshan's hips, feeling the difference between their skin. that paltry friction alleviated part of the ache inside of him, but only barely. ]

[ keigo's throat tightened again, his arms reaching up to touch at guanshan's chest, feeling the angular scales, the finned portions, the smoothness beyond that. it was weird. too weird, honestly. but that side of him still remained sequestered as the heat started to settle in, slowly but surely. ]