[The idle stroking comes to a momentary halt as Light struggles to regroup from the comment. He refuses to call this being flustered because that's certainly not what it is - of course not - but the mixture of endearment and serious sincerity at this kind of timing when his face is mere centimeters away from his boyfriend's cock...
It's not the first time these disparate elements have come together like this to create this awful storm of adrenaline and sexual tension, and yet it somehow feels no differently than the first time. Perhaps because Light has never formulated a proper answer to this kind of comment.... perhaps because his boyfriend's concurrent "worship" had made it such that the only response Light could give had been inarticulate moans.
But there's no question about it; Light likes hearing appellations like 'god' from someone who truly matters, and for better or for worse, his face is shielded from Teru's vantage point and the pinch of color that has risen to his cheeks can go without scrutiny or comment.
It's our private bond. It's no wonder, he's never told Teru to stop.]
...ah, is that how it is?
[This isn't much more articulate either, damn it. Light swallows and moves his hand slowly up and down the length of Teru's arousal. Then he removes his hand entirely. The reason for that becomes clear as Light, head still ducked somewhat, puts his hands on Teru's hips and pulls at his boyfriend's pants more insistently to further undress him. The instruction to lift up to facilitate this goes unspoken.]
You've thought of me as God for a long while then. In retrospect I'm even more flattered.
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It's not the first time these disparate elements have come together like this to create this awful storm of adrenaline and sexual tension, and yet it somehow feels no differently than the first time. Perhaps because Light has never formulated a proper answer to this kind of comment.... perhaps because his boyfriend's concurrent "worship" had made it such that the only response Light could give had been inarticulate moans.
But there's no question about it; Light likes hearing appellations like 'god' from someone who truly matters, and for better or for worse, his face is shielded from Teru's vantage point and the pinch of color that has risen to his cheeks can go without scrutiny or comment.
It's our private bond. It's no wonder, he's never told Teru to stop.]
...ah, is that how it is?
[This isn't much more articulate either, damn it. Light swallows and moves his hand slowly up and down the length of Teru's arousal. Then he removes his hand entirely. The reason for that becomes clear as Light, head still ducked somewhat, puts his hands on Teru's hips and pulls at his boyfriend's pants more insistently to further undress him. The instruction to lift up to facilitate this goes unspoken.]
You've thought of me as God for a long while then. In retrospect I'm even more flattered.
[A joke.. maybe.]