Gin's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. It was clear that "nothing more" was a blatant untruth, and Gin considered letting it slide for a moment before finally letting his smile flicker once with a frown. "Ara - lying to be does not suit you either, naa?" he said dismissively before releasing Hei's shoulder with one final squeeze. All this time, the two of them had been standing in the dimness of an unworking elevator, but finally now, Gin allowed his head to tilt upwards towards the unpowered light up above. As he did so, the fringe of his bangs brushed over the rise of one of his cheeks, and as Gin moved to brush away their faint tickle with the hand that had cupped Hei's chin, smudged the light spatter of blood on one side of his face until a large bright red smear. Without looking, Gin could already feel Hei's eyes traveling across his face and neck, perhaps in an attempt to gauge just how displeased he truly was.
As he dropped his head back down he gave Hei a small flash of teeth; the young man's attention now trained on the light overhead, and Gin took the opportunity to quickly study his young face. Ten years his junior, Hei had been more a boy than a man when they first came across one another; he had been disciplined but unrefined, and was brimming with unfettered anger but also a strong desire to obey. All he had needed was a firm hand to guide him -- to shape him and command him -- which was exactly what Gin continued to provide. It was slightly amusing how eager Hei was to please him, to make himself hard under Gin's scrutinzing gaze, a bluff that Gin never failed to call him out on, if not for anything but to see his second squirm.
Leaning forward, Gin now braced himself against the elevator's back wall with an out-splayed hand. The sudden change in posture caused Hei's attention to switch back to him with the slightest of gasps. Again, Gin nodded towards the darkness overhead. "Doesn't work, naa?" he smiled, stating the obvious.
As he dropped his head back down he gave Hei a small flash of teeth; the young man's attention now trained on the light overhead, and Gin took the opportunity to quickly study his young face. Ten years his junior, Hei had been more a boy than a man when they first came across one another; he had been disciplined but unrefined, and was brimming with unfettered anger but also a strong desire to obey. All he had needed was a firm hand to guide him -- to shape him and command him -- which was exactly what Gin continued to provide. It was slightly amusing how eager Hei was to please him, to make himself hard under Gin's scrutinzing gaze, a bluff that Gin never failed to call him out on, if not for anything but to see his second squirm.
Leaning forward, Gin now braced himself against the elevator's back wall with an out-splayed hand. The sudden change in posture caused Hei's attention to switch back to him with the slightest of gasps. Again, Gin nodded towards the darkness overhead. "Doesn't work, naa?" he smiled, stating the obvious.
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