[ following came easily to keigo as it required less forethought and more muscle memory, things he didn't have to pour consideration into. just go along with it, follow in line for a while. it was lazy thinking, but in this case, it was familiar enough to where it made sense.
because guanshan's body was a comfort in ways he hadn't considered until that moment. because feeling the warmth of his skin, the insistence of his touch, sparked memory after memory he wanted to keep forever. he squeezed at his hand, moved easily along with him, stared up with eyes that reflected wonder, as if he still expected to wake up from a dream.
his legs parted easily, boxers already growing tight at his groin, and as guanshan descended upon his mouth, keigo tilted his head up and back to receive him.
he couldn't describe how he felt when their lips met. relieved, for one, but it was just as much a shock to him as anything else. an explosion of sensation, pulling back lazy days with a tinge of despair and acceptance, of joint compliance in their shared situation.
yes, guanshan was real, he was there with him, and his tongue was just as devoted to coaxing the deep sounds from his throat as ever. eyes squeezed shut, keigo let out a lingering keen, already desperate for more despite barely having started. he let guanshan grind, but his thighs pressed tight against his hips, squeezing and reminding him of how that felt, of what was still to come. ]
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[ following came easily to keigo as it required less forethought and more muscle memory, things he didn't have to pour consideration into. just go along with it, follow in line for a while. it was lazy thinking, but in this case, it was familiar enough to where it made sense.
because guanshan's body was a comfort in ways he hadn't considered until that moment. because feeling the warmth of his skin, the insistence of his touch, sparked memory after memory he wanted to keep forever. he squeezed at his hand, moved easily along with him, stared up with eyes that reflected wonder, as if he still expected to wake up from a dream.
his legs parted easily, boxers already growing tight at his groin, and as guanshan descended upon his mouth, keigo tilted his head up and back to receive him.
he couldn't describe how he felt when their lips met. relieved, for one, but it was just as much a shock to him as anything else. an explosion of sensation, pulling back lazy days with a tinge of despair and acceptance, of joint compliance in their shared situation.
yes, guanshan was real, he was there with him, and his tongue was just as devoted to coaxing the deep sounds from his throat as ever. eyes squeezed shut, keigo let out a lingering keen, already desperate for more despite barely having started. he let guanshan grind, but his thighs pressed tight against his hips, squeezing and reminding him of how that felt, of what was still to come. ]