[He might! He might make it through! No, he wouldn't-- or at least, not now he wouldn't. Check back in when two months have passed.
For now: he squirms at that touch, light and not nearly enough. The question is a little more difficult, because the first answer that jumps to the forefront of his mind is fuck me, which . . . no. An absolutely appealing thought, but not yet, not until he knows him better.]
Just--
[He reaches for his wrist, biting back the shriek of nerves as he pulls Toshinori's hand to press firm against the front of his boxers.]
Like this.
[Not quite sex. Not stripping down completely. Just . . . like this, heavy and hot and overwhelming and yet not crossing that final line.]
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For now: he squirms at that touch, light and not nearly enough. The question is a little more difficult, because the first answer that jumps to the forefront of his mind is fuck me, which . . . no. An absolutely appealing thought, but not yet, not until he knows him better.]
Just--
[He reaches for his wrist, biting back the shriek of nerves as he pulls Toshinori's hand to press firm against the front of his boxers.]
Like this.
[Not quite sex. Not stripping down completely. Just . . . like this, heavy and hot and overwhelming and yet not crossing that final line.]