[He sat up and scooted back a bit, loosening the grip of his knees to give Bedivere room. Dazai made quick work of his obi and left it next to the pillow, though he hadn't shrugged off his yukata.
While he might not give voice to some of his thoughts, the way his gaze lingered betrayed him. His desire in his expression wasn't easy to hide, as was the condom packets and lube he'd set aside next to the futon in case they were necessary, before they even had started.]
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[He sat up and scooted back a bit, loosening the grip of his knees to give Bedivere room. Dazai made quick work of his obi and left it next to the pillow, though he hadn't shrugged off his yukata.
While he might not give voice to some of his thoughts, the way his gaze lingered betrayed him. His desire in his expression wasn't easy to hide, as was the condom packets and lube he'd set aside next to the futon in case they were necessary, before they even had started.]