[He nods and moves back until Guanshan seems satisfied, then relaxes completely as their bodies connect. The way they fit together so easily makes him smile, and his arms wrap around his companion like they're meant to be like this, together, exploring. There's so much he wants to show him, tell him, but he takes only what small victories he grasps by virtue of simply being himself.
The feeling defies description, and Hasebe guides and invites more, resting his hands on the younger man's waist when he seems to have the hang of handling the blade. He can't picture him as a warrior, or as someone with a need to kill. But seeing the weapon in his hands, seeing himself held with respect instead of utility, makes Hasebe utterly glad to have been dragged to this place at all.
A sobering thought. If something so good is here, he'll find patience in his quest to return home. Maybe he can take something important from this and carry it with him as a treasure, or a mark of his progress.
He's mesmerized by the slow sight of the blade being drawn, and once he catches a glimpse of himself, he glances over to Guanshan.]
...Thank you.
[With firm, strong hands, he steadies the tremulous grip and presses a kiss to the side of Guanshan's head. Another kiss follows, slowly offered to the space right behind his ear. To Hasebe, this is sensual. Being appreciated by this particular person is a gift greater than any he could think to be given right now.
One hand reaches for the hilt again, and he gently pulls the sword out more.]
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The feeling defies description, and Hasebe guides and invites more, resting his hands on the younger man's waist when he seems to have the hang of handling the blade. He can't picture him as a warrior, or as someone with a need to kill. But seeing the weapon in his hands, seeing himself held with respect instead of utility, makes Hasebe utterly glad to have been dragged to this place at all.
A sobering thought. If something so good is here, he'll find patience in his quest to return home. Maybe he can take something important from this and carry it with him as a treasure, or a mark of his progress.
He's mesmerized by the slow sight of the blade being drawn, and once he catches a glimpse of himself, he glances over to Guanshan.]
...Thank you.
[With firm, strong hands, he steadies the tremulous grip and presses a kiss to the side of Guanshan's head. Another kiss follows, slowly offered to the space right behind his ear. To Hasebe, this is sensual. Being appreciated by this particular person is a gift greater than any he could think to be given right now.
One hand reaches for the hilt again, and he gently pulls the sword out more.]
Thank you.