[ Those hands find more of Langa's tension, easing it out of him through tingles that start in his scalp and move, fluid, down his spine. By the time Kojiro asks his question, Langa's slumped more heavily against him, his eyes closed. He could almost fall asleep like this, surrounded by strong arms and a quietly masculine scent. ]
This. [ When it comes down to it, Langa's needs are simple. ] You. Maybe...somewhere softer. Do you want to watch a movie?
[ As he asks this, he slides his hands up Kojiro's back, tracing a familiar path over his shoulderblades to happily pull himself into that hold. If he were to be a little more honest, he'd admit that he's not thinking so hard about the movie itself. ]
[ kojiro could take or leave a movie, but any excuse to keep langa in his arms is a good one. snow is a misnomer as far as kojiro's concerned, and he's thought so ever since he first got his hands on langa. he may be crystalline, he may float and drift on his board, but his hands have never failed to push fire straight through to kojiro's core. he sighs happily, presses a soft kiss to the crown of langa's head, and then carefully steps out of his arms. ]
C'mon. Let's go upstairs.
[ then it's all the usual tedium of closing up -- killing the lights, setting the security system, sending the roomba back out for one last paranoid sweep -- before he's shuttling langa upstairs (which may involve more hands on his ass than are entirely necessary). but the second they're through the apartment door, kojiro's got his coat and undershirt off. it's amazing how fast he manages to lose his clothing at any given moment. ]
You can pick something to watch, I'm just gonna change and then I'll get your dinner going.
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This. [ When it comes down to it, Langa's needs are simple. ] You. Maybe...somewhere softer. Do you want to watch a movie?
[ As he asks this, he slides his hands up Kojiro's back, tracing a familiar path over his shoulderblades to happily pull himself into that hold. If he were to be a little more honest, he'd admit that he's not thinking so hard about the movie itself. ]
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[ kojiro could take or leave a movie, but any excuse to keep langa in his arms is a good one. snow is a misnomer as far as kojiro's concerned, and he's thought so ever since he first got his hands on langa. he may be crystalline, he may float and drift on his board, but his hands have never failed to push fire straight through to kojiro's core. he sighs happily, presses a soft kiss to the crown of langa's head, and then carefully steps out of his arms. ]
C'mon. Let's go upstairs.
[ then it's all the usual tedium of closing up -- killing the lights, setting the security system, sending the roomba back out for one last paranoid sweep -- before he's shuttling langa upstairs (which may involve more hands on his ass than are entirely necessary). but the second they're through the apartment door, kojiro's got his coat and undershirt off. it's amazing how fast he manages to lose his clothing at any given moment. ]
You can pick something to watch, I'm just gonna change and then I'll get your dinner going.