The desire, simmering just beneath the surface, spreads in his blood just as easily from their words alone. Eyes blown wide, Langa slips his hands over the tie, smoothing it flat over Tadashi's clothed chest. At first, he mulls it over, mind not quite moving over what Ainosuke - and Tadashi, by extension, meant.
But as his gaze goes over Tadashi's pretty lips. Before an idea forms fully, Langa tugs hard onto his tie, stopping just shy of their lips meeting.
He pecks the corner of his mouth as his own lips part in a whisper.]
Eat me.
[Langa unties the tie and slips it off of Tadashi. His hands make work of the buttons, too soft and smooth for him.
He's too far out to feel any sort of embarrassment; easily overriden by the arousal that thickens second by second in the room. Langa has unbuttoned the first three, hands dipping in to feel hot skin. He makes a soft noise then, in awe and in reverence. Perfect...
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The desire, simmering just beneath the surface, spreads in his blood just as easily from their words alone. Eyes blown wide, Langa slips his hands over the tie, smoothing it flat over Tadashi's clothed chest. At first, he mulls it over, mind not quite moving over what Ainosuke - and Tadashi, by extension, meant.
But as his gaze goes over Tadashi's pretty lips. Before an idea forms fully, Langa tugs hard onto his tie, stopping just shy of their lips meeting.
He pecks the corner of his mouth as his own lips part in a whisper.]
Eat me.
[Langa unties the tie and slips it off of Tadashi. His hands make work of the buttons, too soft and smooth for him.
He's too far out to feel any sort of embarrassment; easily overriden by the arousal that thickens second by second in the room. Langa has unbuttoned the first three, hands dipping in to feel hot skin. He makes a soft noise then, in awe and in reverence. Perfect...
Langa looks up at Tadashi, gaze clear.]
I want to see your face while you do it.