[ The moue Ren makes is audible over the line, followed closely by the sound of a container thudding softly on the hardwood floor. ]
I wasn't gonna fall asleep...
[ The problem, then, is that now that Ren is at the final destination in question and in addition he is forbidden from sneaking off to Nap Town, Ren therefore has no outlet for the sudden pressure bearing down on him than to pace the living room and count spoonfuls of minty goodness that he's going to make himself accountable to Yusuke for. He is currently at six since the call ended.
And so what if Ren is nervous about this when he's sorta had hookups with a lot of different folks across the last half year here. Yusuke is Yusuke and there is something fundamentally separate about admitting his deep affection for the artist as opposed to wading through the conflicted mire that he and Akechi are firmly stuck in. Should he feel guilty? Relieved to simply have that direct exchange, love for love, and let it be that - or develop that, as he's sure that the case will be when Yusuke walks through the front door. Is that just? Or is it folly to try and ascribe justice where the heart asserts its reality?
No, it's not guilt that Ren feels when Yusuke bursts in. It's a shift in the chest, it's opening a door that already had Yusuke's name carved into it, inside a home with many such doors and many such names, some open and some closed. Some halfway and stubbornly refusing to budge either way. Ren finishes closing the freezer and rubs the back of his neck, a crooked tilt to his mouth. ]
Hey.
[ God he's a douchebag. Why does Yusuke -
Oh okay, hi, yes, Ren can work with this. It's all a bit dramatic, isn't it? A little romance novel? Whatever, take in Yusuke's heaving bosoms and respond in kind, Amamiya. Ren's mouth opens immediately and enthusiastically as Ren is pushed back into the kitchen island, carried by momentum. The usual sleek look of Yusuke's hair is gone and in its place Ren gets to be fascinated with the untidy tangles that his fingers can slowly tease out once he coaxes the initial passion into steady and glorious give and take. His lizard brain certainly enjoys the somatic portion, all sensory input overwhelmed with Yusuke's taste and feel, his presence, his ardor and inexpert domination of the kiss lighting up Ren's consciousness.
It's far too late for him to be worrying about the ice cream. When he feels close to just letting Yusuke grind him to completion right then and there Ren instead eases their makeshift makeout session to a brief stop. Ren breathes hard, resting his forehead on Yusuke's and scratching blunt nails lightly down the back of his friend's neck. ]
Can I get one of those every time I say I like you?
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I wasn't gonna fall asleep...
[ The problem, then, is that now that Ren is at the final destination in question and in addition he is forbidden from sneaking off to Nap Town, Ren therefore has no outlet for the sudden pressure bearing down on him than to pace the living room and count spoonfuls of minty goodness that he's going to make himself accountable to Yusuke for. He is currently at six since the call ended.
And so what if Ren is nervous about this when he's sorta had hookups with a lot of different folks across the last half year here. Yusuke is Yusuke and there is something fundamentally separate about admitting his deep affection for the artist as opposed to wading through the conflicted mire that he and Akechi are firmly stuck in. Should he feel guilty? Relieved to simply have that direct exchange, love for love, and let it be that - or develop that, as he's sure that the case will be when Yusuke walks through the front door. Is that just? Or is it folly to try and ascribe justice where the heart asserts its reality?
No, it's not guilt that Ren feels when Yusuke bursts in. It's a shift in the chest, it's opening a door that already had Yusuke's name carved into it, inside a home with many such doors and many such names, some open and some closed. Some halfway and stubbornly refusing to budge either way. Ren finishes closing the freezer and rubs the back of his neck, a crooked tilt to his mouth. ]
Hey.
[ God he's a douchebag. Why does Yusuke -
Oh okay, hi, yes, Ren can work with this. It's all a bit dramatic, isn't it? A little romance novel? Whatever, take in Yusuke's heaving bosoms and respond in kind, Amamiya. Ren's mouth opens immediately and enthusiastically as Ren is pushed back into the kitchen island, carried by momentum. The usual sleek look of Yusuke's hair is gone and in its place Ren gets to be fascinated with the untidy tangles that his fingers can slowly tease out once he coaxes the initial passion into steady and glorious give and take. His lizard brain certainly enjoys the somatic portion, all sensory input overwhelmed with Yusuke's taste and feel, his presence, his ardor and inexpert domination of the kiss lighting up Ren's consciousness.
It's far too late for him to be worrying about the ice cream. When he feels close to just letting Yusuke grind him to completion right then and there Ren instead eases their makeshift makeout session to a brief stop. Ren breathes hard, resting his forehead on Yusuke's and scratching blunt nails lightly down the back of his friend's neck. ]
Can I get one of those every time I say I like you?