[ Kojiro didn't honestly expect anything less, but there's a lot that can live within the space between expectation and reality. Expectation never dictated that they'd be like this; that Kojiro would ever confess, that Kaoru would be so totally receptive to it, that they'd reach a point where they're practically fucking in the middle of a crowded dancefloor. But Kaoru's defied expectation at every turn, and Kojiro's never been so happy for Kaoru to prove him wrong.
But he's learning things too. Every day, every night, he's learning things he never knew about Kaoru. How he likes to be touched, what words will steal his breath, the subtle shift in his expression when Kojiro's hit a good nerve. Some of it still feels like forbidden knowledge, a new thrill every time Kojiro discovers some hidden facet and fits it all in to this masterpiece of a bigger picture.
This is no different. The biggest, most obvious bit of new data (or maybe it's just a solemn, blatant reminder) is: Kaoru looks fucking incredible in tight jeans and heels. But there are smaller bytes too. Like how eagerly he moves against Kojiro's body, how readily he melts. Or how hot his skin burns, and how Kojiro can't work out whether that's from exertion or arousal. Or the way his voice goes heated when Kojiro's hand finds his throat, or his stomach, or the curve of his waist, or the swell of his ass. So they can stay like this all night. They can stay like this for a lifetime.
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[ Kojiro didn't honestly expect anything less, but there's a lot that can live within the space between expectation and reality. Expectation never dictated that they'd be like this; that Kojiro would ever confess, that Kaoru would be so totally receptive to it, that they'd reach a point where they're practically fucking in the middle of a crowded dancefloor. But Kaoru's defied expectation at every turn, and Kojiro's never been so happy for Kaoru to prove him wrong.
But he's learning things too. Every day, every night, he's learning things he never knew about Kaoru. How he likes to be touched, what words will steal his breath, the subtle shift in his expression when Kojiro's hit a good nerve. Some of it still feels like forbidden knowledge, a new thrill every time Kojiro discovers some hidden facet and fits it all in to this masterpiece of a bigger picture.
This is no different. The biggest, most obvious bit of new data (or maybe it's just a solemn, blatant reminder) is: Kaoru looks fucking incredible in tight jeans and heels. But there are smaller bytes too. Like how eagerly he moves against Kojiro's body, how readily he melts. Or how hot his skin burns, and how Kojiro can't work out whether that's from exertion or arousal. Or the way his voice goes heated when Kojiro's hand finds his throat, or his stomach, or the curve of his waist, or the swell of his ass. So they can stay like this all night. They can stay like this for a lifetime.
All Kojiro wants is more. ]