[The heat around his neck intensifies and for all the good that it does, Light presses his legs together a little tighter to try and keep himself from becoming more aroused. Of course, doing so doesn't accomplish that and further betraying the point, as his boyfriend's tongue brushes his neck, Light shivers in a way that feels as though it ought to be tangible, like a fluttering ripple of tension going through his entire body.]
..ahh...
[This would have been deeply embarrassing even a mere six months ago. Before dating Teru, it would have been unfathomable to think he, of all people, could want someone to touch him the way Teru is touching him. He's never liked invasions into his personal space nor has he been interested in physical contact with other people as a general rule, so logically all of this right now ought to be repulsive.
But it fails to be that completely. It ought to be disconcerting that it isn't, but it fails to be that either. In the time they've spent together, enduring together, growing together, the need to filter himself from his boyfriend has faded into nothing. Light has never felt so comfortable or so right sharing everything he has of himself with another person.
And why shouldn't he? While he may not truly believe in cliches like soul mates or red strings of fate, there's a small part of him that's convinced that he will never feel about another person the way he feels about Teru. His heart rate has picked up, and entirely thoughtlessly his hands have moved up to his boyfriend's waist and shoulder as he presses their bodies closer. Teru is broader now, more secure feeling Light's arms than the scrawny boy he was in high school. The change suits him, Light muses dreamily, awash in the feeling of Teru's hands traveling over his torso.]
You're...mm... really keen on distracting me, huh...
[A comment made a little breathlessly, more faintly amused than anything else. Light reaches up to run his fingers through Teru's hair and sweeps it to one side before whispering in his ear again.]
no subject
..ahh...
[This would have been deeply embarrassing even a mere six months ago. Before dating Teru, it would have been unfathomable to think he, of all people, could want someone to touch him the way Teru is touching him. He's never liked invasions into his personal space nor has he been interested in physical contact with other people as a general rule, so logically all of this right now ought to be repulsive.
But it fails to be that completely. It ought to be disconcerting that it isn't, but it fails to be that either. In the time they've spent together, enduring together, growing together, the need to filter himself from his boyfriend has faded into nothing. Light has never felt so comfortable or so right sharing everything he has of himself with another person.
And why shouldn't he? While he may not truly believe in cliches like soul mates or red strings of fate, there's a small part of him that's convinced that he will never feel about another person the way he feels about Teru. His heart rate has picked up, and entirely thoughtlessly his hands have moved up to his boyfriend's waist and shoulder as he presses their bodies closer. Teru is broader now, more secure feeling Light's arms than the scrawny boy he was in high school. The change suits him, Light muses dreamily, awash in the feeling of Teru's hands traveling over his torso.]
You're...mm... really keen on distracting me, huh...
[A comment made a little breathlessly, more faintly amused than anything else. Light reaches up to run his fingers through Teru's hair and sweeps it to one side before whispering in his ear again.]
You're incredible.