( he doesn't have any reason not to trust him, it's true — but there's something about the fact that the other says as much that makes the tiny, fine hairs at the back of his neck prickle just enough for him to register. he shrugs it off, a mental roll of his shoulders to keep him in the moment because he doesn't want to think about anything but this, the minimal distance between them and the heat practically rolling off of the man in front of him.
you can do whatever you want.
there's not a single thought in that blond head of his that could touch on how much that's going to come back around and bite him squarely in his nonexistent ass in the very near future.
he's not quite ready for toji to put distance between them when he does; having never dared to let anyone close enough to do anything like this before, he wants to savor every single bit of it he can and he will, in his own way, because who's to say that this is ever going to happen again? two passing ships in the night that just so happened to be in the same town at the same time — ha! — and parted even before the suns have a chance to touch the horizon, he wants to be able to take everything he can away from this, commit it to memory.
sentimental, sweet little thing.
vash watches with wide, bright blue eyes as the other takes his steps backward, as he settles himself at the edge of the mattress and lets his thighs splay wide apart, obscene and inviting all at once and he almost folds himself down onto his knees before toji can give a word of instruction. he waits, though, because there is still a part of him that doesn't want to seem too eager. because toji doesn't want a puppy, does he?
lend me your mouth, he drawls, and all at once he's sinking to the floor in front of him like his body isn't all sharp points and angles, fluid and almost too smooth as he rests his palms at the tops of his thighs on either side of him, glassy gaze flicking from his lap to his face and back again.
very, very unconsciously, he licks his lips. ) … Can I?
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Date: 2023-12-06 06:28 pm (UTC)you can do whatever you want.
there's not a single thought in that blond head of his that could touch on how much that's going to come back around and bite him squarely in his nonexistent ass in the very near future.
he's not quite ready for toji to put distance between them when he does; having never dared to let anyone close enough to do anything like this before, he wants to savor every single bit of it he can and he will, in his own way, because who's to say that this is ever going to happen again? two passing ships in the night that just so happened to be in the same town at the same time — ha! — and parted even before the suns have a chance to touch the horizon, he wants to be able to take everything he can away from this, commit it to memory.
sentimental, sweet little thing.
vash watches with wide, bright blue eyes as the other takes his steps backward, as he settles himself at the edge of the mattress and lets his thighs splay wide apart, obscene and inviting all at once and he almost folds himself down onto his knees before toji can give a word of instruction. he waits, though, because there is still a part of him that doesn't want to seem too eager. because toji doesn't want a puppy, does he?
lend me your mouth, he drawls, and all at once he's sinking to the floor in front of him like his body isn't all sharp points and angles, fluid and almost too smooth as he rests his palms at the tops of his thighs on either side of him, glassy gaze flicking from his lap to his face and back again.
very, very unconsciously, he licks his lips. ) … Can I?