( of course he looks pleased — and of course that flusters vash even more, especially with what comes out of his mouth next. ) Goodie-two-shoes? Aw, c'mon now— ( never mind pretty boy, but he's heard that before, mostly derogatorily when he's trying to get himself out of some bit of trouble or another. some things are probably never going to change.
the type toji seems to know best is one he puts on for show; yes, he can be a little ditzy at times, sometimes these things can't be helped and he's always going to be naive to a fault because he would much rather give someone the benefit of the doubt than assume the worst, but he's never been stupid. all the better if that's the vibe he gives off, really, because that just means that everyone from this town to the next one over isn't going to pay him any mind and he can keep slipping right under the radar.
probably. maybe? not like he has to worry about anything from this guy, surely.
the kiss comes and he thinks he's prepared for it; warm, wet, bitter from the taste of alcohol that he willingly swallows down ( along with the saliva, getting right in on sharing those bodily fluids, huh ) and he doesn't think to stop himself from being bold enough to lick into the other man's mouth, tongue slick and warm, questing as it curls around toji's own. it isn't a kiss as much as it is permission, permission for the other to keep going, and where has all this sudden boldness come from?
maybe he'd picked it up when he'd discarded that remaining brain cell. wherever it actually is. rest in peace, you probably won't be missed.
the fingers of his flesh and bone hand curl into the fabric of toji's topmost layer, pulling him infinitesimally closer as he takes it just a liiiiittle bit further and sucks on the very tip of his tongue. light, soft, teasing.
definitely traded in that brain cell for a bigger set of balls. good on you, vashu. )
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Date: 2023-11-08 09:51 pm (UTC)the type toji seems to know best is one he puts on for show; yes, he can be a little ditzy at times, sometimes these things can't be helped and he's always going to be naive to a fault because he would much rather give someone the benefit of the doubt than assume the worst, but he's never been stupid. all the better if that's the vibe he gives off, really, because that just means that everyone from this town to the next one over isn't going to pay him any mind and he can keep slipping right under the radar.
probably. maybe? not like he has to worry about anything from this guy, surely.
the kiss comes and he thinks he's prepared for it; warm, wet, bitter from the taste of alcohol that he willingly swallows down ( along with the saliva, getting right in on sharing those bodily fluids, huh ) and he doesn't think to stop himself from being bold enough to lick into the other man's mouth, tongue slick and warm, questing as it curls around toji's own. it isn't a kiss as much as it is permission, permission for the other to keep going, and where has all this sudden boldness come from?
maybe he'd picked it up when he'd discarded that remaining brain cell. wherever it actually is. rest in peace, you probably won't be missed.
the fingers of his flesh and bone hand curl into the fabric of toji's topmost layer, pulling him infinitesimally closer as he takes it just a liiiiittle bit further and sucks on the very tip of his tongue. light, soft, teasing.
definitely traded in that brain cell for a bigger set of balls. good on you, vashu. )