( his answer is vague because he doesn't have a whole lot of experience with this sort of thing — which means he doesn't have any experience with this sort of thing and is, effectively, flying by the seat of his pants into the unknown. into the exhilarating unknown, but nonetheless uncharted territory, and he really only has his instincts to guide him.
instincts that are normally used for knowing when to run, when to stay, when to smile and when to try to turn on the waterworks in case they'll actually get him somewhere, but with toji … it's already so much more different than anything else, anything in all of his one-hundred-plus years, and. god, he already likes it so much that he's sure it's going to end up being a problem.
he tries to roll his eyes at the response he gets at first, such a good bad boy, but his throat seems to dry up immediately when the other man parrots his words back to him and adds rough at the very end, like he's already reading his mind and spreading out all of his deep, dark secrets that he never would have thought to see the light of day.
but his pulse picks up the moment that hand fits itself around his throat, pulse beating hummingbird-fast against his fingers and it's all he can do to take a breath in and make it do so good, holding it in his lungs until they begin to burn with it and finally letting it out in a slow whoosh, the air leaking out of him like a deflating balloon.
when he tries to swallow again, his throat clicks with it. )
I trust you.
( it finally comes out of him, and he unwittingly presses into the pressure of the hand teasing his throat as both of his hands reach to bring toji's free one up to his lips, mouthing at the pads of his fingers and the sensitive patch of skin between thumb and forefinger. ) You can—
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Date: 2023-11-25 02:23 am (UTC)instincts that are normally used for knowing when to run, when to stay, when to smile and when to try to turn on the waterworks in case they'll actually get him somewhere, but with toji … it's already so much more different than anything else, anything in all of his one-hundred-plus years, and. god, he already likes it so much that he's sure it's going to end up being a problem.
he tries to roll his eyes at the response he gets at first, such a good bad boy, but his throat seems to dry up immediately when the other man parrots his words back to him and adds rough at the very end, like he's already reading his mind and spreading out all of his deep, dark secrets that he never would have thought to see the light of day.
but his pulse picks up the moment that hand fits itself around his throat, pulse beating hummingbird-fast against his fingers and it's all he can do to take a breath in and make it do so good, holding it in his lungs until they begin to burn with it and finally letting it out in a slow whoosh, the air leaking out of him like a deflating balloon.
when he tries to swallow again, his throat clicks with it. )
I trust you.
( it finally comes out of him, and he unwittingly presses into the pressure of the hand teasing his throat as both of his hands reach to bring toji's free one up to his lips, mouthing at the pads of his fingers and the sensitive patch of skin between thumb and forefinger. ) You can—
You can do whatever you want.