[ It didn't know it before, but Miyuki's sure aware now that this kid is coming very close to touching it again. The muscles of his stomach tighten in a bit and his brow raises as that clever little hand worms its way just barely into his pants, but otherwise, Miyuki doesn't give him the satisfaction of any greater fluster.
Yeah, he definitely needs to reassess his impression of this boy. Fragile as he seemed before, he's ready to get down to business now and Miyuki appreciates it, comfortable enough to ease into some light mocking when the boy all but asks for it. "If he's good" — really? ]
Yes, Sir~ [ If the little brat of a young master in his lap so wishes. He doesn't hold back the sarcasm, either, for that promise of reward: ]
With incentive like that, how can I resist.
[ Half of his tone is for the fact that, honestly, nothing can top their captor's reward of Not-Dying. But the other half is for the implication when that hand is still teasing him. Miyuki decides, then, that he'd rather not be touched if it's unnecessary and that he's allowed the other boy enough room to get himself comfortable. So at the risk of setting off the waterworks again, Miyuki grabs his wrist and pries it away at the same time as his other hand dives in between them. His fingers step over the already-opened edges of fabric and onto skin; enough of a warning, in his opinion. ]
Just remember what you said. No crying — you're a big boy~
[ He's not, and it's likely no amount of confidence he presents is going to change that for Miyuki. But he can recognize that and push past it, eyes dropping away from the younger boy's face but not as far as the hand that slips down to brush fingers along him, wrapping around to get a hold for a second go. ]
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Yeah, he definitely needs to reassess his impression of this boy. Fragile as he seemed before, he's ready to get down to business now and Miyuki appreciates it, comfortable enough to ease into some light mocking when the boy all but asks for it. "If he's good" — really? ]
Yes, Sir~ [ If the little brat of a young master in his lap so wishes. He doesn't hold back the sarcasm, either, for that promise of reward: ]
With incentive like that, how can I resist.
[ Half of his tone is for the fact that, honestly, nothing can top their captor's reward of Not-Dying. But the other half is for the implication when that hand is still teasing him. Miyuki decides, then, that he'd rather not be touched if it's unnecessary and that he's allowed the other boy enough room to get himself comfortable. So at the risk of setting off the waterworks again, Miyuki grabs his wrist and pries it away at the same time as his other hand dives in between them. His fingers step over the already-opened edges of fabric and onto skin; enough of a warning, in his opinion. ]
Just remember what you said. No crying — you're a big boy~
[ He's not, and it's likely no amount of confidence he presents is going to change that for Miyuki. But he can recognize that and push past it, eyes dropping away from the younger boy's face but not as far as the hand that slips down to brush fingers along him, wrapping around to get a hold for a second go. ]