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Charlesâ first reaction is another kiss to Nezumiâs neck, his teeth and tongue pry at Nezumiâs skin, pull and suck to leave a mark that Nezumi wouldnât usually appreciate but lets it slide ⌠because itâs Charles. And because he is so breathless from his own confession and the sensation, that he doesnât trust himself with the firmness of his voice.
When he cannot be confident, he rather says nothing.
People donât always like to see itâthe human behind the mask of arrogance. Nezumi is brash and self-assured; he is a man of easy poise, grand gestures and witty remarks. That is how he presents himself and that is how other people see him as well. Itâs comfortable for them to accept him as such, then be the vulnerable ones in his presence. He doesnât understand how they do it but he doesnât mind. It is easy. It is safe.
What these people donât like to see is when Nezumi shows a softer, more vulnerable side. He seems to lose value as the mysterious man that everyone idolizes him into. And so he doesnât show it. Because of that and because he has found safety behind the mask of impudence.
Not to say he isnât confident in his abilities and looks but thatâs a whole other, complicated, story.
Nezumiâs breath shudders and he licks his lips, blood boiling when Charles tells him that he thinks his kinks are hot. Nezumi wouldnât boast about it usually, they arenât kinks so to speak, he sees them as weaknesses, as something that can open his heart. Sometimes they scare him but he trusts Charles, and the fact that he can grab his clothes and leave at any moment helps to ease him.
You donât ever have to see him again if you donât want to. He tells himself at the same time as he replies: ââbe careful. I know where you live. I could show up on your doorstep at any time.â Secretly, he likes the knowledge that Charles plans for the future. Perhaps for another hook-up or whatever last night was. Nezumi has enjoyed himself and he doesnât like to put labels on things, he takes them as they come and if Charles wants to invite him over again, he wonât say no. In fact, he is more than ready for a very clear âyes.â
Charlesâ fingers skip over Nezumiâs skin, his sides and hips, and Nezumi twitches and tenses, his mind fuzzy with the sensation as Charles admits his own dirty secrets. They are perfect and the words bring a little smile on Nezumiâs lips. He finds Charlesâ hands and wraps his fingers gently around Charlesâ wrists.
âI think youâve found the worst person to tell these things to,â Nezumi purrs, voice low and dangerous, and slowly pulls Charlesâ hands off of his body. It comes easily and even though he misses the sensation of Charlesâ touches, he much prefers to stay in control. Charles takes that away from him sometimes, not by trying, just by listening and doing what Nezumi likes; and Nezumi isnât sure if heâs ready for that.
If given a choice, Nezumi will always choose to keep face because losing himself is scary.
âYou have to understand,â Nezumi whispers and pushes against Charles, backing him against the other side of the shower stall. The water is still running and they have done nothing to actually wash their skin but they both prefer to ignore that. âThat I am a very bossy manâespecially in bed. If you tell me you like it ⌠well,â he chuckles, crude and vulgar as he finishes: âThen Iâm afraid you wonât be able to do anything in bed without my explicit permission.â
Nezumi uses his height to tower over Charles, to show dominance despite blushing only a moment ago. This is more his cup of teaâconfidence and control. He likes this and the devilish smile on his lips shows it. He leans in, his lips tickle Charles but he doesnât kiss him. He speaks instead: âHow far are you willing to go, Charlie?â
  SPITFIREâ NEZUMI SEEMED TO THINK THAT telling Charles that he knows where he lives is some kind of threat, when in reality it sounded much more like a hopeful promise to Charles. Something he wished to happen, but couldnât outright admit. Like Nezumi, he was far too weary of others to say such a thing aloud--- although the fact that he didnât straight up tell him ânoâ alone was its own kind of admission. After all, real one night stands would never be allowed back inside once they left.
Instead, he focusses on the rest of their words, focus intent on them as they take his wrists and slowly pull them away from themselves, leaving Charles craving to lean in and kiss him, the slight contact on his wrists hardly enough to satisfy his desire. âPerhaps--â He offers, not yet knowing to deny those kinds of claims, not familiar enough with Nezumi to tell him so for certain without it being a little bit of a white lie, --âBut I havenât seen a reason yet why I shouldnât tell you so.âÂ
His flushed skinâs contact with the cold tiles causes a shiver to run through him, faint goosebumps appearing on his skin as he lets out a slight gasp, one which was attempted to hide with a simple bite to his lowerlip. But the excitement that their words alone bring him is impossible to hide, hardening as he seems embarassed by his own show of the truth before he could even answer aloud.Â
Charles hardly even cares about the waste of water-- paying bills had become an obsolete problem, so he wasnât going to stop them, especially not now. Instead, he canât manage to look away from Nezumi as he uses his height to tower over him, although Charles knows well that the other doesnât need to do so-- having first hand experience that they could be plenty demanding and confident without it. (The memory of being tugged down their hardness flashes in his head, phantom sensation on his tongue).
The close touch of their lips on his own causes a soft whine to escape him, barely audible, but inescapable since Nezumi was so close to him. âHow far?â he repeats, having to swallow first to get the true use of his voice back again rather than the hoarse one that wanted to escape first. âI doubt youâll find my limits any time soon.â He answers, knowing it is vague but not trusting enough to fully lay out his limits for that was, on its own, something sensitive, âAs long as there is no intentional violence involved---â He starts, then breathes in slowly. âI just.. want to please--â he answers, implication clear and he knows it.














