[Instinct has him turning, to seek out the warmth of lips teased with the ghost of a kiss, the faint murmur of protest at the lost loosened, brows furrowing all the more at the loss.
That is, until the feel of a hand around his fist finally registers.
Then, it's a different kind of instinct that kicks in - one that has him surging off the couch and flipping positions so that his captive lands into his spot he'd been in, Kanda's knees pressed hard against the other's hips, forearm pressed against the intruder's throat.
But all it takes is a blink, a split-second to see a wide verdant gaze and the shock of messy crimson locks, lips parted in protest or reassurance--
Breath catching sharp and hard, pupils blown at the sight before him, completely unable to look away, it takes every last dram of self-control not to close the distance, give in to a desire that's been eating away at his sanity for weeks and steal a kiss once more.
Instead, he lets out an uneven breath and practically falls back, feet catching in the blanket in his haste to find safety in distance.]
Shit - sorry. That, ah. Huh. [And the blanket wins. In his haste, his feet tangle and balance is lost, sends him crashing next to his partner in an ungraceful heap.] Fucking hells.
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That is, until the feel of a hand around his fist finally registers.
Then, it's a different kind of instinct that kicks in - one that has him surging off the couch and flipping positions so that his captive lands into his spot he'd been in, Kanda's knees pressed hard against the other's hips, forearm pressed against the intruder's throat.
But all it takes is a blink, a split-second to see a wide verdant gaze and the shock of messy crimson locks, lips parted in protest or reassurance--
Breath catching sharp and hard, pupils blown at the sight before him, completely unable to look away, it takes every last dram of self-control not to close the distance, give in to a desire that's been eating away at his sanity for weeks and steal a kiss once more.
Instead, he lets out an uneven breath and practically falls back, feet catching in the blanket in his haste to find safety in distance.]
Shit - sorry. That, ah. Huh. [And the blanket wins. In his haste, his feet tangle and balance is lost, sends him crashing next to his partner in an ungraceful heap.] Fucking hells.