( he shakes his head but doesn't speak, finding any words that fill his mouth too imperfect for this briefly crystalline moment. no, he hasn't had enough. not by a long shot and probably not ever, going off what he knows about himself and how starved he is. but he doesn't exactly feel starved here, in chishiya's arms, idly rubbing his lips back and forth against his shoulder. he almost feels complete, actually. like there isn't a thing he could hope for other than the next second shared with chishiya.
logically, he knows there are a lot of things he wants. he just can't really think of any while he's here, nestled comfortably in domestic bliss. weirdly, that contentment stays with him in the next second. and the next, and the next.
playfully, he smacks chishiya's exposed thigh, abruptly pulling away from him and standing up, arms extended in chishiya's direction. )
Mikotoba-san taught me how to dance. ( he gives an encouraging nod, fingers flexing. ) C'mon.
no subject
logically, he knows there are a lot of things he wants. he just can't really think of any while he's here, nestled comfortably in domestic bliss. weirdly, that contentment stays with him in the next second. and the next, and the next.
playfully, he smacks chishiya's exposed thigh, abruptly pulling away from him and standing up, arms extended in chishiya's direction. )
Mikotoba-san taught me how to dance. ( he gives an encouraging nod, fingers flexing. ) C'mon.