Midousuji listens carefully, eyes wide open. Of course he has an idea.
Deciding its enough pussyfooting around, after listening to much more of Ishigaki’s similarly plausible dodging (after all, they’re locked in a game of chess), Midousuji snaps his jaws into a tight, stacked teeth grimace. His hand grips Ishigaki’s face again, and Midousuji exhales a hard, heavy breath through his nostrils; it ghosts across Ishigaki’s face.
His blood is hot, and the blood of his body is racing to uptick its tension. His irises shrink, and his head tilts, the chords of his neck popping as he hisses through his breath.
“Ishigaki-kuuun,” he growls.
“I want you to fuck me, before I go to Italy.”
It doesn’t answer anything directly, but it’s also very direct in answering everything at once.
Midousuji’s free hand grasps its bony fingers awkwardly against the seam of Ishigaki’s pants, at the seam of its waistband.
“Are we on the same page? I’m not bluffing. Just don’t make me miss my flight.”
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Deciding its enough pussyfooting around, after listening to much more of Ishigaki’s similarly plausible dodging (after all, they’re locked in a game of chess), Midousuji snaps his jaws into a tight, stacked teeth grimace. His hand grips Ishigaki’s face again, and Midousuji exhales a hard, heavy breath through his nostrils; it ghosts across Ishigaki’s face.
His blood is hot, and the blood of his body is racing to uptick its tension. His irises shrink, and his head tilts, the chords of his neck popping as he hisses through his breath.
“Ishigaki-kuuun,” he growls.
“I want you to fuck me, before I go to Italy.”
It doesn’t answer anything directly, but it’s also very direct in answering everything at once.
Midousuji’s free hand grasps its bony fingers awkwardly against the seam of Ishigaki’s pants, at the seam of its waistband.
“Are we on the same page? I’m not bluffing. Just don’t make me miss my flight.”