Like I can get a whole suit off you when I've got you on the bed . . . guess I started that, though.
[But hey, he did get the jacket off, and he tosses it off to the side over his desk chair to get it out of the way. Normally that would go right on the floor, but he can sense he's going to get complained at if he does that . . . well, that might be funny. He can reserve that for Togami's pants, when he gets there.
(There's another moment of being at point A—okay, by now they're at point G at least, but still in the first half of the alphabet—and looking into the future at point R or whatever and wondering how the hell that's going to happen, while at the same time knowing it is. It's weird.
Not . . . really bad-weird, increasingly.)
But he's not there yet. He pauses in thought, pulls his own t-shirt off over his head in a fit of courage, and then figures the best course of action is to press right back up against Togami again. They're still not skin to skin, which makes it a little easier to commit to.]
So . . . you don't like me pressed up tightly against you, huh?
[Also, he's being mildly annoying about it, which definitely makes it easier to commit to.
But it feels good, weighing him down onto the bed again and settling against his body, with a little less between them than there was before. He's trying not to give too much of that away just now, but there's some definite darkness in his eyes, pupils wide and expression slipping just a little hazier.]
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[But hey, he did get the jacket off, and he tosses it off to the side over his desk chair to get it out of the way. Normally that would go right on the floor, but he can sense he's going to get complained at if he does that . . . well, that might be funny. He can reserve that for Togami's pants, when he gets there.
(There's another moment of being at point A—okay, by now they're at point G at least, but still in the first half of the alphabet—and looking into the future at point R or whatever and wondering how the hell that's going to happen, while at the same time knowing it is. It's weird.
Not . . . really bad-weird, increasingly.)
But he's not there yet. He pauses in thought, pulls his own t-shirt off over his head in a fit of courage, and then figures the best course of action is to press right back up against Togami again. They're still not skin to skin, which makes it a little easier to commit to.]
So . . . you don't like me pressed up tightly against you, huh?
[Also, he's being mildly annoying about it, which definitely makes it easier to commit to.
But it feels good, weighing him down onto the bed again and settling against his body, with a little less between them than there was before. He's trying not to give too much of that away just now, but there's some definite darkness in his eyes, pupils wide and expression slipping just a little hazier.]