[ How is his heart supposed to not skip a beat when he does things like that?
As if equally on instinct, Kizuna reaches out to run his fingers through the long mottled waves, easing bangs back from his forehead and tucking strands behind his ears. Slow, soothing, his actions no longer pressurized by the commands of his suit and the way it'd reacted to the boxer's. His pulse is in his throat, but it feels as though it'll simply settle there and suffuse him with warmth rather than lead him astray. Even now, he likes the feeling of his weight, both in body and in his heart. ]
We can share it.
[ Kizuna meets him halfway, thinking a single cup will go fast between them. He just doesn't want to go retrieve it, not yet. ]
You don't have to sleep. [ Kizuna offers, knowing he won't. ] But why don't you rest a while longer?
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As if equally on instinct, Kizuna reaches out to run his fingers through the long mottled waves, easing bangs back from his forehead and tucking strands behind his ears. Slow, soothing, his actions no longer pressurized by the commands of his suit and the way it'd reacted to the boxer's. His pulse is in his throat, but it feels as though it'll simply settle there and suffuse him with warmth rather than lead him astray. Even now, he likes the feeling of his weight, both in body and in his heart. ]
We can share it.
[ Kizuna meets him halfway, thinking a single cup will go fast between them. He just doesn't want to go retrieve it, not yet. ]
You don't have to sleep. [ Kizuna offers, knowing he won't. ] But why don't you rest a while longer?