coolswordsmanmach2 | (no subject)

Somewhere, he's grateful for the patience he's shown, if loathing of the mockery it may somehow imply. Easier to cover it, though, with annoyance.

Blunt fingers with close-trimmed nails find purchase in leather, as he hauls the other man closer in, exhaling hot, moist, and heavy between them.

Souji only hears soft laughter, sees the easy curve of lips.

His heart's pounding, caught in his throat, anticipation and apprehension warring.

He takes the plunge, eyes lidding. He drags his mouth across the older man's. He bites back his own resistance, lowering his guard in favor of welcoming warmth, comfort, pleasure.