[ Aoba's directness is a thrill in and of itself, and Koujaku quietly admires the way in which the other man removes his shirt and coil with such ease. The sight of his bare torso does little to alleviate Koujaku's desire, but he reminds himself that all things come in good time... Literally and figuratively.
At what Aoba says next, Koujaku manages a wolfish grin. ] I'm sure you'll still find things to teach me. [ He half-whispers his words, inclining his head to give Aoba easier access to his collar, while Koujaku's hands take no time undoing the button of Aoba's pants before gently smoothing their palms along the length of his torso, teasingly mapping the flat planes of skin he found there. The feeling of Aoba's words ghosting across his neck cause Koujaku's muscles to stiffen, his breath hitching in his throat as he registers what the other said.
"You know I love you too, right?"
Koujaku is ashamed at the way his heart practically leaps into his throat in response, his hands stopping in their tracks just below Aoba's ribcage. His skin flushes as his stomach does a flip, Aoba's teeth dragging a moan past Koujaku's lips before he can censor it.
He doesn't respond to the sentiment, mainly because he can't. He falls easily into the chair as if in a daze, his hand instinctively reaching to lightly stroke Aoba's hair. Were it anyone else, he'd have grasped the strands without concern, but knowing what he does about the man before him, Koujaku treats his hair gently, his breath catching in his throat once more at the sight of his zipper between Aoba's teeth.
In spite of his flushed skin and practically shaking body, he manages another smirk down in Aoba's direction. ]
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At what Aoba says next, Koujaku manages a wolfish grin. ] I'm sure you'll still find things to teach me. [ He half-whispers his words, inclining his head to give Aoba easier access to his collar, while Koujaku's hands take no time undoing the button of Aoba's pants before gently smoothing their palms along the length of his torso, teasingly mapping the flat planes of skin he found there. The feeling of Aoba's words ghosting across his neck cause Koujaku's muscles to stiffen, his breath hitching in his throat as he registers what the other said.
"You know I love you too, right?"
Koujaku is ashamed at the way his heart practically leaps into his throat in response, his hands stopping in their tracks just below Aoba's ribcage. His skin flushes as his stomach does a flip, Aoba's teeth dragging a moan past Koujaku's lips before he can censor it.
He doesn't respond to the sentiment, mainly because he can't. He falls easily into the chair as if in a daze, his hand instinctively reaching to lightly stroke Aoba's hair. Were it anyone else, he'd have grasped the strands without concern, but knowing what he does about the man before him, Koujaku treats his hair gently, his breath catching in his throat once more at the sight of his zipper between Aoba's teeth.
In spite of his flushed skin and practically shaking body, he manages another smirk down in Aoba's direction. ]
You're full of surprises today, aren't you?