[Oh, and he makes a little noise against his mouth, surprised and pleased and indignant all at once. No one's ever picked him up before (although Hizashi, god bless him, has certainly tried once or twice, tried being the keyword there). He's six feet tall, for crissake, muscled and fairly heavy for his height. Even if he wasn't, he's just not the kind of person who gets picked up.
But here he is regardless, moved so easily it's as if he weighs nothing at all, and there's something really fucking fantastic about that. Toshinori really can just move him however he wants him, and oh, but he'll absolutely fantasize about that later. He's fantasizing about it right now, hips rocking forward uselessly, face flushed in the best possible way.
For now: he sits up on the kitchen counter with his legs spread, Toshinori's oversized shirt falling off his shoulder and his mouth sore from how hard he's being kissed. Automatically one leg wraps around his hips, and he sighs in satisfaction as he yanks him in closer.
It's at least a minute before he dimly remembers--]
Turn the-- turn the stove off--
[Mumbled, and he doesn't give Toshinori a chance to respond before he's kissing him again.]
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But here he is regardless, moved so easily it's as if he weighs nothing at all, and there's something really fucking fantastic about that. Toshinori really can just move him however he wants him, and oh, but he'll absolutely fantasize about that later. He's fantasizing about it right now, hips rocking forward uselessly, face flushed in the best possible way.
For now: he sits up on the kitchen counter with his legs spread, Toshinori's oversized shirt falling off his shoulder and his mouth sore from how hard he's being kissed. Automatically one leg wraps around his hips, and he sighs in satisfaction as he yanks him in closer.
It's at least a minute before he dimly remembers--]
Turn the-- turn the stove off--
[Mumbled, and he doesn't give Toshinori a chance to respond before he's kissing him again.]