[ Somehow, this really doesn't come as a surprise. Ryuji not listening to a damn word he says, that is; too much weird shit flies out his mouth in just the span of a schoolday, to the point where even now this feels par the course, and Keita's resigned himself to thinking the guy's just too goddamn dense to think. Which would be plenty ironic, if one of them wasn't too braindead and the other too about-to-be braindead to get it. Shame that.
What is surprising, though? Something in the way Ryuji doesn't so much as balk at his Very Best glare incites a sense of fear to creep down his skin. It's a foreign, almost forgotten emotion, one he'd learned to leave behind in the toybox where such things belonged long ago; here with Ryuji it feels like an unwanted companion, and how fitting is that. There's maybe the briefest chance to finally catch his breath and convince his body to stop fucking shivering thank you very much, you damn weakling ]
Ah! There's no way... That's bu... Uh... Bull?
[ That's. Weird. Where was he going with that again? He knows what it was, but — Keita can't focus when subjected to more pleasure than he's ever known how to handle. Each little tug of that floss back and forth sends another set of shivers down his skin and straight to a cocdic willy standing strong that he prays Ryuji can't see, cheeks blushed a furious red to offset a mind turning white from what feels like someone rubbing bleach in his soul. ]
I'm not a Silly Boy, you stupid meanie jerk!!
[ Except he is, and he knows it, because disagreeing with Ryuji doesn't even feel like an option. He's a Silly Boy with a hard silly willy, who shudders all silly and meek when a boy like Sakamoto's breath tickles his oh so sensitive skin. How silly he was to think he was ever anything more. ]
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What is surprising, though? Something in the way Ryuji doesn't so much as balk at his Very Best glare incites a sense of fear to creep down his skin. It's a foreign, almost forgotten emotion, one he'd learned to leave behind in the toybox where such things belonged long ago; here with Ryuji it feels like an unwanted companion, and how fitting is that. There's maybe the briefest chance to finally catch his breath and convince his body to stop fucking shivering thank you very much, you damn weakling ]
Ah! There's no way... That's bu... Uh... Bull?
[ That's. Weird. Where was he going with that again? He knows what it was, but — Keita can't focus when subjected to more pleasure than he's ever known how to handle. Each little tug of that floss back and forth sends another set of shivers down his skin and straight to a
cocdic willy standing strong that he prays Ryuji can't see, cheeks blushed a furious red to offset a mind turning white from what feels like someone rubbing bleach in his soul. ]I'm not a Silly Boy, you stupid meanie jerk!!
[ Except he is, and he knows it, because disagreeing with Ryuji doesn't even feel like an option. He's a Silly Boy with a hard silly willy, who shudders all silly and meek when a boy like Sakamoto's breath tickles his oh so sensitive skin. How silly he was to think he was ever anything more. ]
Crud, that feels so effing good-- Hic!