[ easier to push that aside for later — or never. the moments that pass can be remembered for what they were, stored and locked up, and Keigo's right: he guards that softness in a cage without bars so it can't even be seen. he'd love to bury it even deeper, but he won't. can't, maybe. ]
[ it's strange, but he feels like he's seeing someone he thought he knew in a new light. maybe there's something else in the atmosphere, some drug or invisible gravitational sway holding him a victim to something he didn't even know he wanted... but here it is: impossible to ignore, hard to explain. even after he's been passed the bottle, he doesn't move with his usual haste, slender fingers gently exploring the flesh laid open before him, tracing his way over freckles and blemishes, dark curls, the curl of veins and swollen flush of his head. ]
Yeah, [ a gruff confirmation that propels him forward. he pops open the cap and pours a generous amount on his palm, closing the bottle and reaching over to put it down on the bedside table. just in case. his middle finger is slicked up, lowered between Keigo's legs and eased in — gentle and slow, but without much preamble. there's an expectation in it, of knowing he's pretty sexually active, and of knowing how much he can take. working his finger in firm circles to get the muscle of his rim acclimated and relaxed, he pushes deeper once he has the confidence Keigo won't struggle with it, sinking all the way in. ]
[ taking some measure of pity on him, Guanshan's mouth closes on his balls, sucking one past lips and working his tongue over the thin skin as he sinks a second finger in to join the first. it's a messy dance, not giving a thought to the coordination or how to especially make it feel the best it possibly can when he's more interested in the inevitable exchange. get him open enough, slick enough, receptive enough. ]
[ but at least around the time Keigo really starts opening up to him, Guanshan runs his tongue up the split of his balls and underside of his cock to pull his head into his wet heat of his mouth, driving a heated rhythm in and out of him with his two fingers to get him loose and malleable. ]
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[ it's strange, but he feels like he's seeing someone he thought he knew in a new light. maybe there's something else in the atmosphere, some drug or invisible gravitational sway holding him a victim to something he didn't even know he wanted... but here it is: impossible to ignore, hard to explain. even after he's been passed the bottle, he doesn't move with his usual haste, slender fingers gently exploring the flesh laid open before him, tracing his way over freckles and blemishes, dark curls, the curl of veins and swollen flush of his head. ]
Yeah, [ a gruff confirmation that propels him forward. he pops open the cap and pours a generous amount on his palm, closing the bottle and reaching over to put it down on the bedside table. just in case. his middle finger is slicked up, lowered between Keigo's legs and eased in — gentle and slow, but without much preamble. there's an expectation in it, of knowing he's pretty sexually active, and of knowing how much he can take. working his finger in firm circles to get the muscle of his rim acclimated and relaxed, he pushes deeper once he has the confidence Keigo won't struggle with it, sinking all the way in. ]
[ taking some measure of pity on him, Guanshan's mouth closes on his balls, sucking one past lips and working his tongue over the thin skin as he sinks a second finger in to join the first. it's a messy dance, not giving a thought to the coordination or how to especially make it feel the best it possibly can when he's more interested in the inevitable exchange. get him open enough, slick enough, receptive enough. ]
[ but at least around the time Keigo really starts opening up to him, Guanshan runs his tongue up the split of his balls and underside of his cock to pull his head into his wet heat of his mouth, driving a heated rhythm in and out of him with his two fingers to get him loose and malleable. ]