A gasp is answered with a trapped groan, the noise initially enough to startle him into retracting a pace lest he meet the ire of the troubled sleeper. The subsequent twist and arch, however, elicits an entirely different kind of response. Teeth worrying at his bottom lip, Lavi releases the towel, instincts kicking in and telling him he needs a lot more than a single step away.
Preferably, several. Possibly all the way towards a shower; his imagination feasting on that sight with absolute frenzy. All the different ways he might recreate that gasp, might make it louder...
Unfortunately, slowed with the abuse of stagnation at the writing desk and the subsequent confusion of a reaction split between horror and hormones, he doesn't move fast enough. Kanda reaches out, grasping at his shirt and pulling him right back--and closer--to where he began.
Still, evidently, asleep. Forced to bend or suffer the pains of still healing wounds, Lavi finds himself within proximity to just.. tip his head forward that little bit more and finally taste the skin he's been so preoccupied with studying.
His lips part, the ghost of a brush against the corner of Yu's mouth--all, he'll swear up and down--in the name of wrenching himself free. Not at all a moment stolen and savored, and the blood that rushes up to his cheeks and burns pink under his skin?
Just a reaction to the sudden change of level.
(He's not buying this, but it makes a viable story if he needs to explain himself.)
Gripping into the hand nested in his shirt, he shakes at it lightly, trying to distance himself while simultaneously not waking Yu up with battle reactions at the ready. It's a precarious, and at the moment, losing balance. He gulps, willing his voice to come out soft and even-toned in despite nothing in him feeling that way. ]
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A gasp is answered with a trapped groan, the noise initially enough to startle him into retracting a pace lest he meet the ire of the troubled sleeper. The subsequent twist and arch, however, elicits an entirely different kind of response. Teeth worrying at his bottom lip, Lavi releases the towel, instincts kicking in and telling him he needs a lot more than a single step away.
Preferably, several. Possibly all the way towards a shower; his imagination feasting on that sight with absolute frenzy. All the different ways he might recreate that gasp, might make it louder...
Unfortunately, slowed with the abuse of stagnation at the writing desk and the subsequent confusion of a reaction split between horror and hormones, he doesn't move fast enough. Kanda reaches out, grasping at his shirt and pulling him right back--and closer--to where he began.
Still, evidently, asleep. Forced to bend or suffer the pains of still healing wounds, Lavi finds himself within proximity to just.. tip his head forward that little bit more and finally taste the skin he's been so preoccupied with studying.
His lips part, the ghost of a brush against the corner of Yu's mouth--all, he'll swear up and down--in the name of wrenching himself free. Not at all a moment stolen and savored, and the blood that rushes up to his cheeks and burns pink under his skin?
Just a reaction to the sudden change of level.
(He's not buying this, but it makes a viable story if he needs to explain himself.)
Gripping into the hand nested in his shirt, he shakes at it lightly, trying to distance himself while simultaneously not waking Yu up with battle reactions at the ready. It's a precarious, and at the moment, losing balance. He gulps, willing his voice to come out soft and even-toned in despite nothing in him feeling that way. ]
Y-Yu? Um. Yu. Wake up? Please?