[that this wasn't a part of what Hasebe had planned, whatever that might've been, that the electricity between them right now is something he had a hand in crafting -- that was charged by what he himself chose to do]
[he doesn't know if that makes it better, but he does know the swordsman's mouth against his own and the power he can exert over him just by touching something like this feels really damn good]
[those words almost make him laugh, instead curling with a lopsided smirk]
You don't gotta beg for my attention. Not you.
[his head tilts to suck at the soft line of his throat, following its natural groove to his collarbone -- and his free hand presses at the arousal making slacks tight without much warning, cupping him through fabric]
Can I suck your dick? ["why bother being formal" indeed]
no subject
[that this wasn't a part of what Hasebe had planned, whatever that might've been, that the electricity between them right now is something he had a hand in crafting -- that was charged by what he himself chose to do]
[he doesn't know if that makes it better, but he does know the swordsman's mouth against his own and the power he can exert over him just by touching something like this feels really damn good]
[those words almost make him laugh, instead curling with a lopsided smirk]
You don't gotta beg for my attention. Not you.
[his head tilts to suck at the soft line of his throat, following its natural groove to his collarbone -- and his free hand presses at the arousal making slacks tight without much warning, cupping him through fabric]
Can I suck your dick? ["why bother being formal" indeed]