...Well. He can’t argue that Ken’s argument is fair. With both his lack of energy, his lack of inclination towards using energy, and constant efforts to smother his own emotions and bury them in an unmarked grave, this makes sense. Still. Chikusa frowns a little to himself, the action only a bare twitch of his lips. He thought he’d tried this time…
All those concerns are brushed aside in his mind as Ken wraps his arm around him and nuzzles close. Automatically, without conscious effort, Chikusa’s eyelids droop down and he leans into his partner’s embrace as much as their position allows while they’re still walking. He likes this. He likes Ken’s arms the best out of all of him. Times like this, they’re all casual power and notable definition even with his muscles hidden beneath the work uniform.
There’s no surprise at how different Ken is in this regard to Chikusa, but he still relishes it nonetheless. Even with how his mind flits away from reality, from his own body, Ken’s arms wrapped around him feels like he could trap him there. Chikusa wants to be trapped, so long as it’s by him. Add in the warm nuzzle, Ken’s nose bumping into his ear and lips brushing against his skin… It’s a pity the day has exhausted him so much, or he’d be far more into it instead of just a little annoyed.
It’s half because of that and half because he’s giving it some deep thought that he doesn’t answer Ken right away. “I like it better,” he says at last, with some finality. “Usually because we’re sitting like this.” Close, their heat mixed together, Ken’s breath hot in his ear carried by those feral noises that go straight down Chikusa’s spine into his cock.
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All those concerns are brushed aside in his mind as Ken wraps his arm around him and nuzzles close. Automatically, without conscious effort, Chikusa’s eyelids droop down and he leans into his partner’s embrace as much as their position allows while they’re still walking. He likes this. He likes Ken’s arms the best out of all of him. Times like this, they’re all casual power and notable definition even with his muscles hidden beneath the work uniform.
There’s no surprise at how different Ken is in this regard to Chikusa, but he still relishes it nonetheless. Even with how his mind flits away from reality, from his own body, Ken’s arms wrapped around him feels like he could trap him there. Chikusa wants to be trapped, so long as it’s by him. Add in the warm nuzzle, Ken’s nose bumping into his ear and lips brushing against his skin… It’s a pity the day has exhausted him so much, or he’d be far more into it instead of just a little annoyed.
It’s half because of that and half because he’s giving it some deep thought that he doesn’t answer Ken right away. “I like it better,” he says at last, with some finality. “Usually because we’re sitting like this.” Close, their heat mixed together, Ken’s breath hot in his ear carried by those feral noises that go straight down Chikusa’s spine into his cock.