[ guided by Keigo's receptiveness, he slides his jeans down as he lifts his hips, tossing them to pool somewhere beyond the bed, somewhere that seems to no longer exist: out of sight, out of mind, beyond the focus that's suddenly honed in, needle-sharp, to the man beneath him. he's left his undergarments on as a matter of cause, seeming to vacillate between impatience and appreciation, and then stilling all together as Keigo's hand rests on his. ]
[ a few heartbeats too long, he stares at it — Keigo's darker tone accented by the low shadows, his knuckles that aren't as street-beaten rough as his own, long and almost dainty fingers that make his cock twitch for some unfathomable reason... or maybe the intimacy of it, the question that lingers: are you here? ]
[ Guanshan looks back up, turning his hand over under Keigo's, lacing their fingers together, lifelines locking; he mirrors it with their other hands and leans up, surging, arching over his body. ]
Me too. [ they're pinned at either side of his head, Guanshan's weight sinking soundly on top of him, a welcome pressure. his thigh between Keigo's, the rough barrier of denim between them as he sinks and presses it up, forcing those legs open, forcing him to feel the friction as he rolls against him — ]
[ and closes his mouth on his, kissing him hard through the emotion simmering quietly, encouraging and coaxing Keigo's desperation to follow suit. ]
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[ a few heartbeats too long, he stares at it — Keigo's darker tone accented by the low shadows, his knuckles that aren't as street-beaten rough as his own, long and almost dainty fingers that make his cock twitch for some unfathomable reason... or maybe the intimacy of it, the question that lingers: are you here? ]
[ Guanshan looks back up, turning his hand over under Keigo's, lacing their fingers together, lifelines locking; he mirrors it with their other hands and leans up, surging, arching over his body. ]
Me too. [ they're pinned at either side of his head, Guanshan's weight sinking soundly on top of him, a welcome pressure. his thigh between Keigo's, the rough barrier of denim between them as he sinks and presses it up, forcing those legs open, forcing him to feel the friction as he rolls against him — ]
[ and closes his mouth on his, kissing him hard through the emotion simmering quietly, encouraging and coaxing Keigo's desperation to follow suit. ]