[ He obligingly ventures tongue forward at Alois' beckoning, though what he feels from there does cause another mental pause, if not an actual one. From only seeing by tongue he cannot tell what it is, exactly, that would cause the other boy's to feel like that. Only that its texture is abnormal. Perhaps an injury? — and again, when his mind reaches for answers to the questions surrounding his fellow captive, it seems to only return with awful ones.
The concern does not keep him from continuing the kiss, letting the wet hot sensation stir at the simmering heat deeper inside himself. Though he does not so readily show it in his measured movements. When Alois pulls back Miyuki lets him, taking a deliberate breath of his own to even himself out again, quiet as he watches him softly.
It is familiar and not; the way the other boy waits for recognition from him. The way eyes look to him, asking even without words So? How was that? Miyuki has the expertise to criticize what his appraisal is usually sought for, but that in itself does not make a too uncomfortable difference.
The discomfort comes from something else, and this time he has more difficulty pinpointing it. Whether the feeling of unease now under Alois' search for approval is merely some resurgence of the last, or something distinctly new. It's normal, isn't it? If this were actually his very first kiss it would not be unlikely he'd have looked at Miyuki the exact same way.
No... it is because this very obviously isn't his first that tinges it so. That combination is what unnerves the older boy, makes him lock up and unwilling to give sought approval. To give anything, simmering interest inside transmuted into a roil of frustration. The boy is seeking the appraisal of someone less skilled than him, for a skill he should not have, gained in a way that, though unknown, Miyuki is fairly sure he does not want to implicitly approve of.
He doesn't know if there is a right way to respond to a question that is so wrong itself.
His options are even less, as he does not wish to deny the fragile boy in his lap either. At some point Miyuki's higher arm had slipped down to join the other, wrapped around Alois, and now his fingers are clenching into the dress where they rest at his back, his side. He pulls Alois in even more as he straightens up, lifts his head high and turns it just enough to look at the monitor out the periphery of his vision. ]
How'd a sweet girl like you get such a smart mouth, anyway?
[ He delays, heart hammering as he tries to think. Miyuki said he'd do whatever it takes and he'd meant it. He thought he could. This time seemed so promising.
But he keeps running into dilemmas so foreign to him. Praising Alois now would turn his stomach. Denying him and continuing without any recognition, while a tempting choice, would probably not be good for the younger boy's mindset; he knows enough now to anticipate it.
And if they continue, they will run into this problem again — he's almost certain. Even if he can convincingly make the gangster resist that will not solve it, only delay the inevitable onto their next directive, and he has no hope of their captor relenting. ]
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The concern does not keep him from continuing the kiss, letting the wet hot sensation stir at the simmering heat deeper inside himself. Though he does not so readily show it in his measured movements. When Alois pulls back Miyuki lets him, taking a deliberate breath of his own to even himself out again, quiet as he watches him softly.
It is familiar and not; the way the other boy waits for recognition from him. The way eyes look to him, asking even without words So? How was that? Miyuki has the expertise to criticize what his appraisal is usually sought for, but that in itself does not make a too uncomfortable difference.
The discomfort comes from something else, and this time he has more difficulty pinpointing it. Whether the feeling of unease now under Alois' search for approval is merely some resurgence of the last, or something distinctly new. It's normal, isn't it? If this were actually his very first kiss it would not be unlikely he'd have looked at Miyuki the exact same way.
No... it is because this very obviously isn't his first that tinges it so. That combination is what unnerves the older boy, makes him lock up and unwilling to give sought approval. To give anything, simmering interest inside transmuted into a roil of frustration. The boy is seeking the appraisal of someone less skilled than him, for a skill he should not have, gained in a way that, though unknown, Miyuki is fairly sure he does not want to implicitly approve of.
He doesn't know if there is a right way to respond to a question that is so wrong itself.
His options are even less, as he does not wish to deny the fragile boy in his lap either. At some point Miyuki's higher arm had slipped down to join the other, wrapped around Alois, and now his fingers are clenching into the dress where they rest at his back, his side. He pulls Alois in even more as he straightens up, lifts his head high and turns it just enough to look at the monitor out the periphery of his vision. ]
How'd a sweet girl like you get such a smart mouth, anyway?
[ He delays, heart hammering as he tries to think. Miyuki said he'd do whatever it takes and he'd meant it. He thought he could. This time seemed so promising.
But he keeps running into dilemmas so foreign to him. Praising Alois now would turn his stomach. Denying him and continuing without any recognition, while a tempting choice, would probably not be good for the younger boy's mindset; he knows enough now to anticipate it.
And if they continue, they will run into this problem again — he's almost certain. Even if he can convincingly make the gangster resist that will not solve it, only delay the inevitable onto their next directive, and he has no hope of their captor relenting. ]