[ Regret, sure and swift, chases after those words in the form of common sense, a grimace prepared and mind braced for the storm of expected reprise. One most certainly does not call Kanda Yu cute without anticipating and weathering an angry, and admittedly equally endearing, fount of curses sent their way.
At least, ordinarily.
But this situation is far from ordinary, he reminds himself, and when the answer is instead a twist of lips warmed with amusement, his own mouth replies with a mild grin. Tension, reflexive and long-conditioned by proximity, drains away just as quickly as it arrives, posture visibly relaxing into the warm cradle of a once-more encircling arm.
I could get used to this, Lavi thinks, leaning forward that incremental distance to bring them flush again. He could get used to the feeling of solid and sure weight against him, to the sweet comforts of a touch given without any trace of hesitation.
(How many people in this universe have reached for him without reserve or ulterior motive? Of them, how many knew him, not the persona or the scholar but the nebulous creature caught between them, and still offered their warmth freely?
None, save for this stubborn, impossibly kissable creature.) ]
Hn?
[ Distracted by the shape of pale lips curled in challenge, Lavi misses the initial question, too focused on the sound of the low tease to capture its meaning on the first pass. ]
Oh. Sure.
[ Shaking his head faintly (and remembering, sharply, not to do as much), the redhead lifts a hand again, palm turned to cradle Yu's cheek. His thumb slides softly, almost reverently, across that inviting smirk, attention now fine-tuned as if studying the way Yu’s mouth curves is the most important thing he's ever been tasked with.
(And to him, in this moment, it is.)
Tipping his head down, he leans forward to brush lips against lips, the touch a teasing phantom interspersed with a low hum of contentment. Softly, he presses a second kiss to the corner of the upturned mouth, thumb brushing a slow arc as his palm slides to frame the other man's jaw. ]
Mm. It's one of the perks, yeah. And it gets me kissed, so even better.
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At least, ordinarily.
But this situation is far from ordinary, he reminds himself, and when the answer is instead a twist of lips warmed with amusement, his own mouth replies with a mild grin. Tension, reflexive and long-conditioned by proximity, drains away just as quickly as it arrives, posture visibly relaxing into the warm cradle of a once-more encircling arm.
I could get used to this, Lavi thinks, leaning forward that incremental distance to bring them flush again. He could get used to the feeling of solid and sure weight against him, to the sweet comforts of a touch given without any trace of hesitation.
(How many people in this universe have reached for him without reserve or ulterior motive? Of them, how many knew him, not the persona or the scholar but the nebulous creature caught between them, and still offered their warmth freely?
None, save for this stubborn, impossibly kissable creature.) ]
Hn?
[ Distracted by the shape of pale lips curled in challenge, Lavi misses the initial question, too focused on the sound of the low tease to capture its meaning on the first pass. ]
Oh. Sure.
[ Shaking his head faintly (and remembering, sharply, not to do as much), the redhead lifts a hand again, palm turned to cradle Yu's cheek. His thumb slides softly, almost reverently, across that inviting smirk, attention now fine-tuned as if studying the way Yu’s mouth curves is the most important thing he's ever been tasked with.
(And to him, in this moment, it is.)
Tipping his head down, he leans forward to brush lips against lips, the touch a teasing phantom interspersed with a low hum of contentment. Softly, he presses a second kiss to the corner of the upturned mouth, thumb brushing a slow arc as his palm slides to frame the other man's jaw. ]
Mm. It's one of the perks, yeah. And it gets me kissed, so even better.