@ghoulshells sent: how soft his touch—gentle fingers that weave throughout white tresses . accents of red brushed through , tucking hair from mighty face . how scary he ! or perhaps itto would be , had thoma not known the beast to be as loving as he was tall .
one hand continues to pet as the fixer relaxes , ear against chest that he might listen to the thunder of the oni's heart . his own beats in tandem .
" how am i supposed to get anything done when you're so comfortable ? "
Possessiveness could be sweeter in the right hands, he vaguely thinks, mind swayed away by the mantle of warmth that covered them both ( was it the pyro vision or body heat ? who was to know or care when the intimacy of it all curled at the forefront of their thoughts ).
Firm fingers press against the curve of his back, holding him fixed to the spot as if unwilling to release him from the trap of his embrace. ❝ Don’t blame me, ❞ he jokes, grin small but present as he observes the man laid atop him ( the sight brings a lasting satisfaction, something bound to stay within the depths of thought during the later hours of the day ). ❝ Are you usin’ me to excuse your laziness ? ❞ And his tongue sticks out, though it’s gone as soon as it appears, expression teasing and mocking both at once. ❝ Cruel of you, really. Tsk, tsk. ❞
But such actions are soon rewarded as he drags the smaller man closer up so he could place his mouth against his messy tresses of hair, a kiss by its mere presence. ❝ You can leave any time, ❞ he adds unhelpfully as arms strengthen their hold against his back, selfish in his desire to keep him there for longer. ❝ No one’s stopping you. ❞
