[Hasebe... wants to share everything with Guanshan, but he doesn't want to hurt him. Yet he did. And he is. He's kissing him deeply and with no notion of propriety, lapping at his lips and tasting the blood on his tongue. It's new and different, different from it simply running down him and drenching his blade. This is intimate. This is... good.
He gasps when his hardness brushes the younger man's hip, distracted, and shudders when he tries to come back to his senses. An apology is ready to be given, but it never comes out, because the fierce hunger and dull ache of need must show in the light purple of his eyes. Why bother being formal?]
This has... gone beyond my intentions.
[Leaning in, he kisses Guanshan again, then sighs against his lips.]
Now I... [He swallows, boldness there, ready, his body screaming...] ...I'm afraid I'm thinking impure thoughts. Perhaps it is best if we part, before I beg to act on them.
[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]
[Nothing like this was supposed to happen. It was supposed to be innocent sharing and maybe a kiss but not... not this. And he's red-cheeked and he wonders how much of that blood lingers near his lips. He wonders is Mo Guanshan is going to always make him feel so weak. It's fine, of course. He's smiling and tilting his head a little to leave his neck exposed.]
["first"? why first? those words make him defensively curl towards it, drawing the blade a little away from him just in case he tries to reach, thumb kept pressing onto metal as the weight of the blade itself sags along his own jeans]
...I ain't done with it yet. [but it's said more like a request, like he's still tentative about holding it in the first place, that one word of disapproval would have him handing it back over like it burned him]
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SORRY
He gasps when his hardness brushes the younger man's hip, distracted, and shudders when he tries to come back to his senses. An apology is ready to be given, but it never comes out, because the fierce hunger and dull ache of need must show in the light purple of his eyes. Why bother being formal?]
This has... gone beyond my intentions.
[Leaning in, he kisses Guanshan again, then sighs against his lips.]
Now I... [He swallows, boldness there, ready, his body screaming...] ...I'm afraid I'm thinking impure thoughts. Perhaps it is best if we part, before I beg to act on them.
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[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]
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[Nothing like this was supposed to happen. It was supposed to be innocent sharing and maybe a kiss but not... not this. And he's red-cheeked and he wonders how much of that blood lingers near his lips. He wonders is Mo Guanshan is going to always make him feel so weak. It's fine, of course. He's smiling and tilting his head a little to leave his neck exposed.]
Then.... ah... please?
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...I ain't done with it yet. [but it's said more like a request, like he's still tentative about holding it in the first place, that one word of disapproval would have him handing it back over like it burned him]