. . . kind of. I thought I remembered -- something.
[ something like wanting, crackling beneath his ribs like coals -- like the twist of a body between his thighs, curling close enough to press his mouth to the juncture just above his collarbone. a laugh clinging to teeth and tongue: come on, shiro.
he pulls back, settles against the wall with a stolid stormcloud frown. ]
But -- whatever we were doing, I guess that wasn't part of it.
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[ something like wanting, crackling beneath his ribs like coals -- like the twist of a body between his thighs, curling close enough to press his mouth to the juncture just above his collarbone. a laugh clinging to teeth and tongue: come on, shiro.
he pulls back, settles against the wall with a stolid stormcloud frown. ]
But -- whatever we were doing, I guess that wasn't part of it.