[ It was meant merely as a statement of fact to explain, but it could have landed as a mutually appreciated joke about how the younger boy is so obviously not what one would assume Miyuki would be interested in: i.e., some cute girl his own age. That isn't what happens and Miyuki feels it in the curl of those fingers within his palm.
Is he... insulted? By that?
... This boy wants him to like him. Miyuki's confused as to why, when he himself would be fine and dandy doing this with the least amount of emotion involved as possible, preferably. But that, too, is a product of his own modus operandi. Do what he has to, say what he wants, and whether people hate him for it doesn't matter as long as they don't impede him. The two of them may be in this together, but he ain't looking to make a friend.
And yet, he still allows him to move and get a bit more friendly, his own hands remaining casually down on the mattress. Being a nationally recognized athlete gets him some attention, sure, and his prettyboy face helps it along. However, he isn't used to this sort of intimacy at all. Someone crawling into his lap is a new experience, touching and teasing with intention, but Miyuki's a good Faker, too. He remains outwardly unaffected — visually, at least. The younger boy's confidence is making him reassess a few things, though...
He huffs out a bit of tension, ] Yeah, right. I think it went soft around the time I was getting strangled.
[ Gotta have a bit of humor when you're in mortal peril, right? The sarcasm of that part isn't really directed at the other boy. No — before that, Miyuki sits up straighter to lean in, hands flat on the bed and inner forearms incidentally brushing the boy's thighs, almost boxing him in as his abdomen presses into that small hand. This boy isn't the innocent little thing he'd appeared to be, and he might even be older than he looks (or so Miyuki hopes). Still young, yes, but Miyuki can recognize the fact that he's an adolescent boy now, with all that entails.
It's enough to have him momentarily invading his space to tease back, hair practically touching his as he stares him down. If this is the boy's attempt at working into a more amiable air between them for his own comfort or whatever, then alright, Miyuki'll go along with it. He needs him comfortable enough to actually react this time anyway. So there's a playful curve to his lips as he teases right back: ]
But I wouldn't brag about getting a sleeping guy hard, if I were you. It didn't know some kid was groping it.
[ Though there's also a bit of sharpness to his chiding betraying that, while he understands it had to be done, Miyuki may not be entirely over that involuntary show of vulnerability. ]
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Is he... insulted? By that?
... This boy wants him to like him. Miyuki's confused as to why, when he himself would be fine and dandy doing this with the least amount of emotion involved as possible, preferably. But that, too, is a product of his own modus operandi. Do what he has to, say what he wants, and whether people hate him for it doesn't matter as long as they don't impede him. The two of them may be in this together, but he ain't looking to make a friend.
And yet, he still allows him to move and get a bit more friendly, his own hands remaining casually down on the mattress. Being a nationally recognized athlete gets him some attention, sure, and his prettyboy face helps it along. However, he isn't used to this sort of intimacy at all. Someone crawling into his lap is a new experience, touching and teasing with intention, but Miyuki's a good Faker, too. He remains outwardly unaffected — visually, at least. The younger boy's confidence is making him reassess a few things, though...
He huffs out a bit of tension, ] Yeah, right. I think it went soft around the time I was getting strangled.
[ Gotta have a bit of humor when you're in mortal peril, right? The sarcasm of that part isn't really directed at the other boy. No — before that, Miyuki sits up straighter to lean in, hands flat on the bed and inner forearms incidentally brushing the boy's thighs, almost boxing him in as his abdomen presses into that small hand. This boy isn't the innocent little thing he'd appeared to be, and he might even be older than he looks (or so Miyuki hopes). Still young, yes, but Miyuki can recognize the fact that he's an adolescent boy now, with all that entails.
It's enough to have him momentarily invading his space to tease back, hair practically touching his as he stares him down. If this is the boy's attempt at working into a more amiable air between them for his own comfort or whatever, then alright, Miyuki'll go along with it. He needs him comfortable enough to actually react this time anyway. So there's a playful curve to his lips as he teases right back: ]
But I wouldn't brag about getting a sleeping guy hard, if I were you. It didn't know some kid was groping it.
[ Though there's also a bit of sharpness to his chiding betraying that, while he understands it had to be done, Miyuki may not be entirely over that involuntary show of vulnerability. ]