[A soft exhale, startled and pleased, because it's been ages since he's felt that. His mouth is hot, but more than that, it's affectionate. His mouth curves into a smile, one leg pushing forward to slip between Toshinori's until he can press one thigh upwards.
And it's sort of funny, because it's not that he thinks Toshinori is lying, or even trying to be nice, but nor is stunning a word he ever associates with himself. It's not a bad thing. He knows he doesn't put effort into his appearance, it's his own fault.
But here Toshinori is, thinking he is anyway.
With a sigh he drags a hand over his back, palm flat, feeling the notches of his spine, the warmth of his body.]
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[A soft exhale, startled and pleased, because it's been ages since he's felt that. His mouth is hot, but more than that, it's affectionate. His mouth curves into a smile, one leg pushing forward to slip between Toshinori's until he can press one thigh upwards.
And it's sort of funny, because it's not that he thinks Toshinori is lying, or even trying to be nice, but nor is stunning a word he ever associates with himself. It's not a bad thing. He knows he doesn't put effort into his appearance, it's his own fault.
But here Toshinori is, thinking he is anyway.
With a sigh he drags a hand over his back, palm flat, feeling the notches of his spine, the warmth of his body.]
I'm surprised you think so after all this.
[After he was a massive dick, he means.]