You like... [ he trails off before the thought can be finished. huh. expanding his notes is definitely forthcoming.
should he, then? with their stride broken once more, genos is at a loss on how he can proceed, deliver on what the other man's apparently expecting. his eyes narrow, staring at no specific point inside of sensei's efficient apartment now that sonic has ducked away, tucked himself inward.
his body can help remind him. it hasn't gone anywhere, still stuck to him like glue, as enticing as it was after they'd gotten rearranged. just because genos has gone without his self-described traditional means of appreciation doesn't mean he's automatically barred from doing so—to the contrary, he's as drawn to him as he ever was. he takes another deep breath, willing himself to force his way through the temporary awkwardness. if he was able to rectify a small faux pas and keep them from entering into an unwanted quarrel, surely he can do the same here, reigniting the heat they were trying to build.
yeah. okay. he can do that. if he can tear his attention away from the pressure of sonic's palms on his chestplate for the three point zero two nine seconds it takes to piece together what he'd like to say. ] I like the way I fuck you, but it's not enough. [ is this it? he's never really done this so out of the blue. normally he has something jammed up into sonic by the time they get to this point. either that or they're gyrating onto each other without abandon. ] I need to be more— [ how would he phrase it... ] —accommodating, to stretch you, to come inside—...
[ is this really so dirty? he's just being honest. ]
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should he, then? with their stride broken once more, genos is at a loss on how he can proceed, deliver on what the other man's apparently expecting. his eyes narrow, staring at no specific point inside of sensei's efficient apartment now that sonic has ducked away, tucked himself inward.
his body can help remind him. it hasn't gone anywhere, still stuck to him like glue, as enticing as it was after they'd gotten rearranged. just because genos has gone without his self-described traditional means of appreciation doesn't mean he's automatically barred from doing so—to the contrary, he's as drawn to him as he ever was. he takes another deep breath, willing himself to force his way through the temporary awkwardness. if he was able to rectify a small faux pas and keep them from entering into an unwanted quarrel, surely he can do the same here, reigniting the heat they were trying to build.
yeah. okay. he can do that. if he can tear his attention away from the pressure of sonic's palms on his chestplate for the three point zero two nine seconds it takes to piece together what he'd like to say. ] I like the way I fuck you, but it's not enough. [ is this it? he's never really done this so out of the blue. normally he has something jammed up into sonic by the time they get to this point. either that or they're gyrating onto each other without abandon. ] I need to be more— [ how would he phrase it... ] —accommodating, to stretch you, to come inside—...
[ is this really so dirty? he's just being honest. ]