[ Turning away from the panel to lead his drunk partner to a reasonably soft enough surface to pass out, he's caught by surprise in more ways than one when Yu steps forward and.. hugs him.
Lavi stiffens, his muscles solidifying into stone, arm lifted and held rigid at Yu's back as if he expects the man to fall at any moment. He tries, desperate for an explanation that won't feed into his misconceptions about their relationship, to come up with any other word for this action but hug.
But there's no other descriptor that fits. Yu isn't falling over, he's falling forward, into Lavi, and it's--
Three times as difficult to keep focus for it. Fantasies, half-lifted from burned memories and fevered dreams, interplay across his vision, his body yearning to crumple and fold around his partner even as his mind protests.
(A controlled breath between set teeth, willing himself not to forget his anger and ignore the heat growing between them.
It works, for a moment. It works up until the point that Yu starts slurring and apologizing, and then the threads of irritation loosen and drift away before he can reach for them again.)
This time, the sigh that echoes out from him is soft, the irritated edge of dampened with a note of defeat. The tension leaves him for a moment, the statuesque arm folding neatly around Kanda's ribs while his other hand reaches up to brush back long hair.
He smiles, soft and a little wistful, chin set against temple. ]
Geeze, you're making me feel bad. Fine, I'm a little mad.
[ And you're a lot drunk, he adds mentally, chiding himself for enjoying the fruits of that inebriation as he draws back from the embrace. Grinning a little more ruefully than he intends, he offers in a teasing tone, forgiveness clear but not without its price: ]
But I guess you're a handful enough without adding anything else to the mix. Think you can make it to your room?
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Lavi stiffens, his muscles solidifying into stone, arm lifted and held rigid at Yu's back as if he expects the man to fall at any moment. He tries, desperate for an explanation that won't feed into his misconceptions about their relationship, to come up with any other word for this action but hug.
But there's no other descriptor that fits. Yu isn't falling over, he's falling forward, into Lavi, and it's--
Three times as difficult to keep focus for it. Fantasies, half-lifted from burned memories and fevered dreams, interplay across his vision, his body yearning to crumple and fold around his partner even as his mind protests.
(A controlled breath between set teeth, willing himself not to forget his anger and ignore the heat growing between them.
It works, for a moment. It works up until the point that Yu starts slurring and apologizing, and then the threads of irritation loosen and drift away before he can reach for them again.)
This time, the sigh that echoes out from him is soft, the irritated edge of dampened with a note of defeat. The tension leaves him for a moment, the statuesque arm folding neatly around Kanda's ribs while his other hand reaches up to brush back long hair.
He smiles, soft and a little wistful, chin set against temple. ]
Geeze, you're making me feel bad. Fine, I'm a little mad.
[ And you're a lot drunk, he adds mentally, chiding himself for enjoying the fruits of that inebriation as he draws back from the embrace. Grinning a little more ruefully than he intends, he offers in a teasing tone, forgiveness clear but not without its price: ]
But I guess you're a handful enough without adding anything else to the mix. Think you can make it to your room?