[ if it's not his dick, it's something far more modest. perhaps akira is smart about retaining it to another day, in which the sorcerer made no effort to protest. he didn't pull away either— especially when the other boy made his intentions more transparent, now leaning in to admire the scent of the mixed blood. did that make yuuji feel nervous? maybe a bit— yet his reaction is nothing more than a tilt of his head; eyes eager to meet akira's expression again. when that happens, he can see the subtle change.
— mess around? boy, this is turning into a wild ride. ]
... sure.
[ it's forward and simple; yuuji can work with that. he likes it better when he's not conflicted or when the other is speaking in riddles. akira wants to fool around, and considering the progress of the night— it's clear what he's referring to. that's when he let go of his wrist, giving the other boy the freedom to do whatever he wants, while allowing himself to do the same. in which yuuji brought their bodies even closer; his hands then began to smooth up akira' chest, his shoulders, all the way up until he buried both hands in his dark hair, nails grazing his scalp softly.
equally curious, yet not timid at all. as if they've done this many times already. he slows down, searching those eyes and reassuring his friend one last time- ]
We can stop anytime you want. It won't hurt my feelings if you changed your mind and it stopped feeling good, okay?
[ for someone who said he's not into boys, yuuji knew this is nothing more than a need to experience something different. and he's fine with it. ]
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— mess around? boy, this is turning into a wild ride. ]
... sure.
[ it's forward and simple; yuuji can work with that. he likes it better when he's not conflicted or when the other is speaking in riddles. akira wants to fool around, and considering the progress of the night— it's clear what he's referring to. that's when he let go of his wrist, giving the other boy the freedom to do whatever he wants, while allowing himself to do the same. in which yuuji brought their bodies even closer; his hands then began to smooth up akira' chest, his shoulders, all the way up until he buried both hands in his dark hair, nails grazing his scalp softly.
equally curious, yet not timid at all. as if they've done this many times already. he slows down, searching those eyes and reassuring his friend one last time- ]
We can stop anytime you want. It won't hurt my feelings if you changed your mind and it stopped feeling good, okay?
[ for someone who said he's not into boys, yuuji knew this is nothing more than a need to experience something different. and he's fine with it. ]