[Pinned as he is, there simply isn't enough force in Gino's push to dissuade Shinya. Although he has little choice but to tip his head back, that's it; Shinya makes no other allowances. His grip on Gino's hand is as relentless as ever. What's more, he can feel Gino trying to get free.
Shinya lets out a quiet grunt, pitching his whole weight downward as Gino twists under him. Then Gino shifts, his hips bucking, and Shinya is suddenly very aware of just how close they are.
He remembers their conversation earlier that morning - less the exact words and more the feeling of want and the undercurrent of tension - and knows they've tread into dangerous territory. He looks down at Gino (Gino, with his tousled sweat-dampened hair and narrowed eyes), and suddenly, it's hard to breathe.]
whispers gaaaaaaaaaay
Shinya lets out a quiet grunt, pitching his whole weight downward as Gino twists under him. Then Gino shifts, his hips bucking, and Shinya is suddenly very aware of just how close they are.
He remembers their conversation earlier that morning - less the exact words and more the feeling of want and the undercurrent of tension - and knows they've tread into dangerous territory. He looks down at Gino (Gino, with his tousled sweat-dampened hair and narrowed eyes), and suddenly, it's hard to breathe.]
Gino...