[ being lifted still brings with it that jolt of cold fear, anticipation for the crash and the agony that doesn't come. the only sign of it is the tightening of his arms, though, and that's innocuous enough that it doesn't warrant discussion. another thing he'll get over with time, if kojiro has the patience to ever make it there.
slowly, he breathes him in until they're laying on the bed, immersing himself in his heady warmth and strong arms. really, kojiro seals his own fate by riding a hand up his spine, compelling reki's whole body to rise against his touch, greedy and eager as ever. talk is cheap and everyone breaks their promises; what never lies is flesh, and reki roams his lips over it until he finds a collarbone to worry with the wriggling point of his tongue. ]
What d'you think my call's gonna be?
[ the real tragedy is that they didn't get more liquor for him to truly surrender himself to this. but he does have a bottle of rush in his pocket, which he pauses long enough to uncap and take a whiff of before holding it to kojiro's nose. his other hand keeps busy, undoing the buttons of kojiro's shirt until he can slide his palm over his chest unhindered. his hips rock, turned urgent by both the chemicals and the confusion clouding his senses. ]
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slowly, he breathes him in until they're laying on the bed, immersing himself in his heady warmth and strong arms. really, kojiro seals his own fate by riding a hand up his spine, compelling reki's whole body to rise against his touch, greedy and eager as ever. talk is cheap and everyone breaks their promises; what never lies is flesh, and reki roams his lips over it until he finds a collarbone to worry with the wriggling point of his tongue. ]
What d'you think my call's gonna be?
[ the real tragedy is that they didn't get more liquor for him to truly surrender himself to this. but he does have a bottle of rush in his pocket, which he pauses long enough to uncap and take a whiff of before holding it to kojiro's nose. his other hand keeps busy, undoing the buttons of kojiro's shirt until he can slide his palm over his chest unhindered. his hips rock, turned urgent by both the chemicals and the confusion clouding his senses. ]
Need you.