“Wasn’t that obvious?” he huffs into Ken’s hair as his partner nuzzles closer to nip at him, although he’s honestly just as relieved. Possibly, it shows in the way he curls his fingers into Ken’s clothing.

No more arguing, no more ideas of his own flaws. He’s glad for it. He really is.

“I know. I like fucking you too.” Especially when Ken is beneath him and writhing, Chikusa’s hand pinning him against whatever flat surface is nearby. Shaking the image out of his head- he’s too tired to get horny- he starts to move them along again. They got a bit side tracked from walking. “...But blowjobs are usually quicker to do.” A considering pause. “...Handjobs are too…”