There is a pang of familiar - welcome - pain shooting up his spine as Katou begins to work on his neck. Tomorrow there will be a mark just there, reminding him that whatever is about to happen actually did happen. It's going to make him hate himself for being so careless but that is just one part of it. Right now the Gin is getting to his head and at least his body seem to know exactly what it wants at the moment.
Damn this lazy junkie for knowing just what to do. Damn him. A first moan escapes his lips as Katou nibbles on an especially good spot. What is it his best friend always says? Whatever happens happens. He smiles, both hands on Katou's back now, sliding in and out of his jeans, urging him to continue.
Before it happened he sometimes did contemplate having sex with Katou but somehow he always failed to imagine that this would turn him oddly indifferent to sex with, well, other people. Street sluts and high school girl don't tempt him like they use to. They can't pin him down, can't bite hard enough, can't... fuck him so hard
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Whenever Kira tries to convince himself about the fact that Katou means nothing to him he ends up seeing the same thing - the dirty blond junkie looking genuinely happy. The picture distresses him in a way that no heartfelt drama or blood-chilling horror flick ever did. It's not disturbing in itself, oh no. What disturbs him is the fact that he loves seeing it. Right now, for example, that lazy post-sex smile is making his heart (since when does he even have one?) ache with a loneliness he doesn't even have to experience yet. He can just hope and pray that Katou is - and will stay - unaware of this.
"Glad you asked, baby." Thinking doesn't help and thus he just smiles himself, trying to remember where his cigarettes are. "This place comes with a perfect copy of a Victorian-style bath-tub. Almost perfect, anyway. This one is big enough for two people
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Damn this lazy junkie for knowing just what to do. Damn him. A first moan escapes his lips as Katou nibbles on an especially good spot. What is it his best friend always says? Whatever happens happens. He smiles, both hands on Katou's back now, sliding in and out of his jeans, urging him to continue.
Before it happened he sometimes did contemplate having sex with Katou but somehow he always failed to imagine that this would turn him oddly indifferent to sex with, well, other people. Street sluts and high school girl don't tempt him like they use to. They can't pin him down, can't bite hard enough, can't... fuck him so hard ( ... )
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"Glad you asked, baby." Thinking doesn't help and thus he just smiles himself, trying to remember where his cigarettes are. "This place comes with a perfect copy of a Victorian-style bath-tub. Almost perfect, anyway. This one is big enough for two people ( ... )
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