[Takeshi lets him crane for it, for a moment. Hand sliding down to the column of his neck, feeling the strain, this physical representation of desire for contact.]
I'm open to corrections.
[Mercy given by sinking lower, further, keeping Stephen with him in the kiss until the last moment. Until he's on his knees, coaxing Stephen's legs apart to settle between them.]
I'm not going to hurt you again. If it's in my power.
[ Takeshi's distracting, wildly distracting, but not enough to keep him from making that point - the most important point. All too soon mouths part, along with the cover the kiss had bought him to be earnest, and Stephen's breath hitches, unsteady, no resistance when Takeshi nudges his legs apart to make space for himself. Watching him through unflinching blue. ]
And you've missed plenty of advantageous opportunities. I'm thinking about you half my waking hours.
[ It's easy, this close, this safe and obviously wanted, to say such purposefully dangerous things. There's flourish and exaggeration to it, Stephen's parry, but it's not so far from true. It's also a tease for the obvious omission of that to do list and how high he may or may not be ranking on it now, even as Stephen's hands remain carefully resting in the sheets at his sides, some odd echo of the first time they'd touched one another, when he'd felt drawn taut and cautious for entirely different reasons. ]
[Here, Takeshi breaks the game. A moment, deliberate, isolated in the way he pushes back up into Stephen's space, cups his face in one hand and looks at him steady. Says, out loud,]
I know.
[Doesn't need to be told, to be reassured, to have promises made over threats of retaliation from other people. The certainty is settled. The forgiveness has already been granted.
His hand and attention drops again, the moment signed as over by him returning to the task of working Stephen's pants open.]
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I'm open to corrections.
[Mercy given by sinking lower, further, keeping Stephen with him in the kiss until the last moment. Until he's on his knees, coaxing Stephen's legs apart to settle between them.]
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[ Takeshi's distracting, wildly distracting, but not enough to keep him from making that point - the most important point. All too soon mouths part, along with the cover the kiss had bought him to be earnest, and Stephen's breath hitches, unsteady, no resistance when Takeshi nudges his legs apart to make space for himself. Watching him through unflinching blue. ]
And you've missed plenty of advantageous opportunities. I'm thinking about you half my waking hours.
[ It's easy, this close, this safe and obviously wanted, to say such purposefully dangerous things. There's flourish and exaggeration to it, Stephen's parry, but it's not so far from true. It's also a tease for the obvious omission of that to do list and how high he may or may not be ranking on it now, even as Stephen's hands remain carefully resting in the sheets at his sides, some odd echo of the first time they'd touched one another, when he'd felt drawn taut and cautious for entirely different reasons. ]
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I know.
[Doesn't need to be told, to be reassured, to have promises made over threats of retaliation from other people. The certainty is settled. The forgiveness has already been granted.
His hand and attention drops again, the moment signed as over by him returning to the task of working Stephen's pants open.]
Then it seems I've got some making up to do.