[ Maybe that's an oversimplification, because if this feels scary to Kojiro, he can't even imagine how Reki must feel. It doesn't have to be apocalyptic, but Reki's gonna overthink it until it seems that way, and there's not much Kojiro can do about that. Not outside of holding him, reassuring him; thankfully, those are two things Kojiro is fairly good at.
Reki's arms are around him already, so it doesn't take much for Kojiro to get an arm under his thighs and lift him along while he stands. He hadn't taken note of the room's theme when he picked it, but it's-- Not what he probably would have chosen, actually. It's all jewel-toned velvets and silks on black-laquered furniture, sheer drapery around the bed, tassels on the pillows and embroidery on everything. The lights are all red. It feels too tawdry for something like this, but not terrible; just not their style.
The bed is comfortable, at least. Not that Reki's getting a chance to test it out. Kojiro hauls him over to it, and under normal circumstances, Reki would get tossed and attacked immediately. Instead, Kojiro falls back onto it, and lets Reki rest against his chest. It's better than the floor, in any case, and it frees Kojiro's hands up to sink through Reki's hair and slide up his back. ]
Not gonna hold you to anything you wanted earlier. But you're the boss today. You wanna lay here and talk more, that's fine. You want me to spend hours making you forget I opened my stupid mouth, that's fine too. Whatever you want.
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[ Maybe that's an oversimplification, because if this feels scary to Kojiro, he can't even imagine how Reki must feel. It doesn't have to be apocalyptic, but Reki's gonna overthink it until it seems that way, and there's not much Kojiro can do about that. Not outside of holding him, reassuring him; thankfully, those are two things Kojiro is fairly good at.
Reki's arms are around him already, so it doesn't take much for Kojiro to get an arm under his thighs and lift him along while he stands. He hadn't taken note of the room's theme when he picked it, but it's-- Not what he probably would have chosen, actually. It's all jewel-toned velvets and silks on black-laquered furniture, sheer drapery around the bed, tassels on the pillows and embroidery on everything. The lights are all red. It feels too tawdry for something like this, but not terrible; just not their style.
The bed is comfortable, at least. Not that Reki's getting a chance to test it out. Kojiro hauls him over to it, and under normal circumstances, Reki would get tossed and attacked immediately. Instead, Kojiro falls back onto it, and lets Reki rest against his chest. It's better than the floor, in any case, and it frees Kojiro's hands up to sink through Reki's hair and slide up his back. ]
Not gonna hold you to anything you wanted earlier. But you're the boss today. You wanna lay here and talk more, that's fine. You want me to spend hours making you forget I opened my stupid mouth, that's fine too. Whatever you want.
Your call.