[Takasugi's lips felt cold as they pressed slow, gentle kisses to Katsura's neck. One hand supported him and the other wrapped around the other's arm, holding him close against no tension. The back and forth, the bickering, the heat in their breath as frustration laced their exchanges was absent tonight.
Shinsuke was being careful. Was biting back every urge to raise red on that perfect skin. Every complaint Katsura had made in the past was considered, every needy demand given in to with little more than a groan.
Perhaps some fulfillment would come of this that didn't come of their other sort of physicality. If anyone could show him the appeal of a caress it would be Zura - so the no good brat had decided to try.
Of course, he didn't tell his friend about the conviction that bound him. Takasugi wasn't concerned about Katsura taking advantage of the situation (though, maybe he should have been), but was simply too prideful to spit the willingness to obey from his lips.
So instead he ran them up Zura's neck, along his jaw, to meet the other's mouth.
His heart beat fast, heavy, as arousal began to knot and build - fervor replaced with anticipation that was barely constrained. As they kissed he leaned forward, slipping a hand under Katsura's layers of clothing and pulling one side from his shoulder. Each step would be slow, lending a chance to Zura to protest or redirect.]
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Shinsuke was being careful. Was biting back every urge to raise red on that perfect skin. Every complaint Katsura had made in the past was considered, every needy demand given in to with little more than a groan.
Perhaps some fulfillment would come of this that didn't come of their other sort of physicality. If anyone could show him the appeal of a caress it would be Zura - so the no good brat had decided to try.
Of course, he didn't tell his friend about the conviction that bound him. Takasugi wasn't concerned about Katsura taking advantage of the situation (though, maybe he should have been), but was simply too prideful to spit the willingness to obey from his lips.
So instead he ran them up Zura's neck, along his jaw, to meet the other's mouth.
His heart beat fast, heavy, as arousal began to knot and build - fervor replaced with anticipation that was barely constrained. As they kissed he leaned forward, slipping a hand under Katsura's layers of clothing and pulling one side from his shoulder. Each step would be slow, lending a chance to Zura to protest or redirect.]