[He can't read Stephen's tone, but he has, at least, been invited in. As Yujin steps inside, closing that door behind him, he happens to glance at Stephen's bedside table. And the... two glasses of water?
The implication isn't lost on him. With the ghost of a wry smile on his lips, he asks:] Was that one for me? [then takes a seat beside him on the edge of his bed. For a moment, he surveys the man with a curious eye: his gaze travels from his face all the way down to the just-visible planes of his body. Stephen's hesitant... But not unwilling. So, he'll make a move after all.
Yujin's voice drops to a soft murmur. His fingers find Stephen's, settling over them gently, and he inches just a little closer.]
I've decided I'm unwell. [Yujin resolves quietly, leaning in.] I might not go to work in the morning.
[Maybe another night they'll be back to business, but tonight isn't then. No one else could blame them for giving in, he decides-- so he won't blame himself too harshly, either.]
...Is that all right with you?
[He squeezes Stephen's hand once. A moment later, Yujin brings his hand up to his cheek, fingers just brushing the hair at the nape of the other man's neck.
When Yujin kisses him this time, he lingers. Slow enough, deep enough, to taste the whiskey still on his tongue.]
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The implication isn't lost on him. With the ghost of a wry smile on his lips, he asks:] Was that one for me? [then takes a seat beside him on the edge of his bed. For a moment, he surveys the man with a curious eye: his gaze travels from his face all the way down to the just-visible planes of his body. Stephen's hesitant... But not unwilling. So, he'll make a move after all.
Yujin's voice drops to a soft murmur. His fingers find Stephen's, settling over them gently, and he inches just a little closer.]
I've decided I'm unwell. [Yujin resolves quietly, leaning in.] I might not go to work in the morning.
[Maybe another night they'll be back to business, but tonight isn't then. No one else could blame them for giving in, he decides-- so he won't blame himself too harshly, either.]
...Is that all right with you?
[He squeezes Stephen's hand once. A moment later, Yujin brings his hand up to his cheek, fingers just brushing the hair at the nape of the other man's neck.
When Yujin kisses him this time, he lingers. Slow enough, deep enough, to taste the whiskey still on his tongue.]