Stop saying that already... [ damn it, now he's feeling awkward too. aoba's hands are paused by the edges of koujaku's kimono, and he fists the fabric in them to pull him a little closer. he's getting pretty worked up to, though not quite sure how to get around to it.
relying on his voice to belie the extent of his desire, he looks away even though he doesn't need to-- force of habit. ] ...go ahead. I don't mind.
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relying on his voice to belie the extent of his desire, he looks away even though he doesn't need to-- force of habit. ] ...go ahead. I don't mind.