[More than a little drunk and even more aware of the person currently holding him and walking him backwards towards his room, it seems easier to Kanda's mind just then to simply trust in his partner's guiding steps and remain hidden against the other man's shoulder.
(That it gives him the chance to simply close his eyes and breathe deep the familiar scent, allows him a few moments of stolen intimacy, their slightly out of pace steps much like an unfamiliar dance, is simply a bonus.)
That is, until Lavi oh so helpfully offers to help him change.
Immediately, his mind supplies him with the memory of Lavi's fingertips sliding around his sides, slipping beneath his shirt... provides fuel to imagine those same hands slipping apart buttons, prying apart a belt--
Fuck.Fuck.I'm so fuckin'-- Shit. Get it together, idiot. He's gonna see...
Kanda (mostly) manages to push the images aside, to suppress a shudder and a groan at that, a shiver of pure anticipation before he finds himself rather unceremoniously dumped onto an annoyingly messy bed. The world spins disarmingly and he has to snap a hand out to the side, fingers curling, twisting, in the bedding beside him in a futile attempt to dispel the dizzying sensation.
It's a loosing battle, however, and so he lets out a huff of a breath as he falls back in the bed, eyes nearly shut as he turns his head, focuses on keeping the edge of the bed in sight.
That is, after all, worlds easier than focusing on his partner's... everything... just then.]
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(That it gives him the chance to simply close his eyes and breathe deep the familiar scent, allows him a few moments of stolen intimacy, their slightly out of pace steps much like an unfamiliar dance, is simply a bonus.)
That is, until Lavi oh so helpfully offers to help him change.
Immediately, his mind supplies him with the memory of Lavi's fingertips sliding around his sides, slipping beneath his shirt... provides fuel to imagine those same hands slipping apart buttons, prying apart a belt--
Fuck.Fuck.I'm so fuckin'-- Shit. Get it together, idiot. He's gonna see...
Kanda (mostly) manages to push the images aside, to suppress a shudder and a groan at that, a shiver of pure anticipation before he finds himself rather unceremoniously dumped onto an annoyingly messy bed. The world spins disarmingly and he has to snap a hand out to the side, fingers curling, twisting, in the bedding beside him in a futile attempt to dispel the dizzying sensation.
It's a loosing battle, however, and so he lets out a huff of a breath as he falls back in the bed, eyes nearly shut as he turns his head, focuses on keeping the edge of the bed in sight.
That is, after all, worlds easier than focusing on his partner's... everything... just then.]
...Can sleep like this. 'S fine.