[Oh, hello. He's drawn inexorably towards Toshinori, stiff for an extra few seconds until he can convince his body to relax. He's hot and messy and wildly uncertain, but being pressed so close feels . . . nice. Comforting, in a way he hadn't expected.
Tentatively, he curls a hand around his hip, fingers brushing against his skin. The steady, slightly quick rise and fall of Toshinori's chest is assuring, and he closes his eyes.]
I'm fine.
[Is he? He keeps checking in with himself, certain there ought to be some sort of emotional fallout, but so far, nothing.]
That was . . .
[Hm.]
I liked that.
[Yes. Worth the time and effort spent, and then some. He squirms a little, fitting in closer.]
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Tentatively, he curls a hand around his hip, fingers brushing against his skin. The steady, slightly quick rise and fall of Toshinori's chest is assuring, and he closes his eyes.]
I'm fine.
[Is he? He keeps checking in with himself, certain there ought to be some sort of emotional fallout, but so far, nothing.]
That was . . .
[Hm.]
I liked that.
[Yes. Worth the time and effort spent, and then some. He squirms a little, fitting in closer.]