[Takasugi's laugh is too sharp for the atmosphere that's fallen over them, lightness and warmth - the dark of the room is cozy, rather than consuming. His chuckle cuts through it, head shaking in disbelief pressed against shoulder.
They're both feeling affectionate, really.
But since neither of them wants to admit it...
Solomon's shifting position ripples through Takasugi as well, forcing him to adjust to the new topography. An arm draped over the man's waist, and his head forced into the space between jaw and pillow, he's made a home for himself on the man's body.
It's a bit stifling, breathing directly into the crook of his neck, but whatever.] Nn... I made it for you. [Here, he'll be honest, because he knows that's what will burrow under Solomon's skin the deepest - leaving flushes of red in its path.]
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They're both feeling affectionate, really.
But since neither of them wants to admit it...
Solomon's shifting position ripples through Takasugi as well, forcing him to adjust to the new topography. An arm draped over the man's waist, and his head forced into the space between jaw and pillow, he's made a home for himself on the man's body.
It's a bit stifling, breathing directly into the crook of his neck, but whatever.] Nn... I made it for you. [Here, he'll be honest, because he knows that's what will burrow under Solomon's skin the deepest - leaving flushes of red in its path.]