[Dazai inhaled softly. The arm around his waist felt like it belonged there, the warmth of it seeping through his bandages, tempting him to lean forward and do something reckless.
Up close, it was difficult to not see how soft Bedivere look, bravely trying to hide his nervousness as his soft hair spilled on the pillow, the hickey Dazai left earlier peeking out from the yukata's fabric.]
That's good.
[Where has his vocabulary gone? His next step? He pillowed his head with one arm to continue his self-imposed restriction and tilted his jaw just so to expose his gauze-covered neck and a bit of shoulder.]
So is this the part where you tell me you prefer clothed sex? [He dragged his other hand down Bedivere's side, ending at his hip.] Or is that not the case? Regardless, you should know that if what I suspect is correct, I'd hardly the only person interested in propositioning you. You'll look fine with or without the yukata on.
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Up close, it was difficult to not see how soft Bedivere look, bravely trying to hide his nervousness as his soft hair spilled on the pillow, the hickey Dazai left earlier peeking out from the yukata's fabric.]
That's good.
[Where has his vocabulary gone? His next step? He pillowed his head with one arm to continue his self-imposed restriction and tilted his jaw just so to expose his gauze-covered neck and a bit of shoulder.]
So is this the part where you tell me you prefer clothed sex? [He dragged his other hand down Bedivere's side, ending at his hip.] Or is that not the case? Regardless, you should know that if what I suspect is correct, I'd hardly the only person interested in propositioning you. You'll look fine with or without the yukata on.