O-oi... [ he wasn't trying to be, was the thing. indignation is quickly written plainly on keigo's face, not that he ever had the mind to hide that type of emotion. more often than not, it was too easy to tell what he was feeling, especially when he was with someone who knew of his vulnerabilities. guanshan wasn't as versed as someone like renji or sougo (yet, if circumstances fell in his favor), but he still had just enough knowledge to be dangerous.
good thing that keigo liked a bit of danger. though in this case, it seemed to backfire for guanshan, if the darkening of his skin was anything to go by. keigo was an opportunistic predator, looking for weaknesses cracked through the shell and armor of others, ready to sink into the softness waiting beneath. guanshan had that hidden softness in spades, and keigo let his own embarrassment slide back, swapping out for an amused snort. his compliance couldn't be mistaken for conceding in this case; even as he lifted his hips and worked with guanshan to fully expose himself, he let the excitement of seeing him like that motivate his actions. ]
Nnghh, a-alright, hold on— [ the welcoming touches to his thighs and balls were speed bumps in his otherwise hurried actions, causing keigo to jerk and twitch until he could twist at the waist slightly. typical fashion, keigo had to do everything by the book when it came to intimacy, which meant stashing lubricant in his nightstand. hardly subtle, the packaging on the bottle wasn't coy about its purpose; not a reference to "massage oil" to be found. keigo craned back, passing off the bottle to guanshan, lips caught in a smile that was equal parts eager and nervous, pupils blown wide. ]
Show me, then.
[ he didn't need convincing, though no matter how many times he did this, there was still an instinctive desire to rewind, put a stop on it, reflect on just how he became this way. but then the warmth of guanshan's hand between his thighs gave him the answer.
no subject
good thing that keigo liked a bit of danger. though in this case, it seemed to backfire for guanshan, if the darkening of his skin was anything to go by. keigo was an opportunistic predator, looking for weaknesses cracked through the shell and armor of others, ready to sink into the softness waiting beneath. guanshan had that hidden softness in spades, and keigo let his own embarrassment slide back, swapping out for an amused snort. his compliance couldn't be mistaken for conceding in this case; even as he lifted his hips and worked with guanshan to fully expose himself, he let the excitement of seeing him like that motivate his actions. ]
Nnghh, a-alright, hold on— [ the welcoming touches to his thighs and balls were speed bumps in his otherwise hurried actions, causing keigo to jerk and twitch until he could twist at the waist slightly. typical fashion, keigo had to do everything by the book when it came to intimacy, which meant stashing lubricant in his nightstand. hardly subtle, the packaging on the bottle wasn't coy about its purpose; not a reference to "massage oil" to be found. keigo craned back, passing off the bottle to guanshan, lips caught in a smile that was equal parts eager and nervous, pupils blown wide. ]
Show me, then.
[ he didn't need convincing, though no matter how many times he did this, there was still an instinctive desire to rewind, put a stop on it, reflect on just how he became this way. but then the warmth of guanshan's hand between his thighs gave him the answer.
gratification. bonding. being wanted.
he gave an impatient roll of his hips. ]