Oboro blinked at the words spoken to him, propping his head up from where they laid on the bed.
It had been a while since he came out of Tartarus, from Kurogiri. A while since he and Shouta talked about feelings theyâve had for years, and now they were living together. Oboro could have sworn it was a dream come true.
He had to admit, he did have thought about Shouta, ones that made him flush in the face and internally smack himself for thinking so lewdly about his boyfriend, but it happened. Now Shouta wanted him, and he knew exactly what the context meant. He gave a little cheeky grin, pulling him by his waist just a tad closer to his body. âYou want that, huh? Iâll admit, Iâve thought about it, lucky you~â
He hadnât actually meant to let the words slip. Heâs been staring at the man in bed next to him, tired golden hues staring at him as they lay there, his thoughts running fast.Â
Ever since the other had returned, ever since theyâd sat on that couch together, allowed themselves to be vulnerable for just a moment, such gentle words muttered between them, things had been different. Adoring words uttered between them became frequent, gentle touches shared, it became something he craved more of. He couldnât get enough of Oboro, couldnât get enough of his touch, enough of his smile, of his voice.
Then...theyâd just been laying together and his mind decided to go rampant. Heâd allowed his eyes to wander, trailing down the figure of Oboro beneath the blankets, taking in his appearance and wondering. What did he look like beneath his clothes? How much has he changed? Would he let Shouta touch him? Show him how much he loved him in more ways than just verbally? Heâs speaking before he can stop himself, â I want you. I want to feel you. â
And then he grabs Shoutaâs waist, pulls him closer, and he can stop the sharp intake of his breath at his words. He wanted him, too? Really? Swallowing thickly, he raises his own hands to grip the front of his boyfriendâs shirt, eyes flickering down to his chest. â I do...though now youâve got me curious. What have you thought about doing with me? â Golden hues flicker back towards his face and he canât stop the slight smirk that quirks his lips upwards.