It isn’t really a positive response, but it certainly isn’t a negative one either, so Dino takes Kyouya’s words in stride and allows an airy laugh to escape him.
“Not put off, huh?” he murmurs, lowering his face to rest his forehead against his student’s shoulder. “That’s good, I guess. I’ll take it.”
Kyouya’s confusion is to be expected, of course. The boy’s only experience thus far with intimacy had been brutal and animalistic; something that the older man regrets more than he has words to express. If things had been different, if he could take back the mess he’d made of everything on the clifftop he wouldn’t be pushing Kyouya to let him do this now, but there’s no way in Hell that Dino is going to allow Kyouya to walk away from this trip believing that what they’d done together is the norm.
He turns his face slightly, pressing his lips softly against Kyouya’s throat. He can feel the boy’s pulse against his mouth, and his own flutters in response. Unthinking, he parts his lips and presses a bit closer to lay a line of kisses up and down the pale neck before him.
The blond shifts his weight to one hand, dragging the other slowly along Kyouya’s flank, mindful of the wounds he himself had put there only days before. He lifts his head a little, tearing his lips away from Kyouya’s skin, eyes drawn to the path his hand is following down Kyouya’s body. When he reaches the boy’s hip, Dino slides the tips of his fingers under the loose fabric of his shirt. The warmth of Kyouya’s skin against his hand is somehow soothing, a balm for his stuttering heart, so he shifts his hand up in search of more. He pauses when his palm is flat against the boy’s abdomen, flicking his eyes back up to the other’s face to gauge his reaction.
He was silent.
On the cliff top he’d been vocal, he had paid no heed to the sounds that slipped past his lips as everything had been instinct, had been an almost animalistic impulse that he had simply let take control. There had been no thought, no plan, just raw lust driving them. This was different. This was slow, this was as though the man hovering above him wanted to indulge himself in every touch and the Cloud had no idea what he was supposed to be giving in return.
The feeling of Dino’s fingertips moving down his torso; the too gentle press of lips against his throat... He could feel goosebumps rising on flesh but the feeling it left pooling down in his stomach was different. While fighting, the tension in his chest had been thick, had been something he wanted to rid himself of as fast as possible while this... It was lingering, it was building slowly with every inch further up under his shirt that man went.
And he hated it.
He hated the way his breath was catching, he hated the way his skin burned under the other’s touch, he hated that he was laying at the mercy of another; allowing his man to touch him in any way other than violence. He also hated how he could all but feel Dino’s eyes moving up his body to settle on his face.
His arms were raising before he could think, bending at the elbow to lie across his face to hide the way pale cheeks were starting to burn without his permission. He didn’t pull away, he didn’t want to. He wanted to see the side of the Italian that had surfaced on the cliff, the sharp fangs this man kept hidden, bared... But without his face pressed in the dirt his emotions were laid out; emotions he’d didn’t understand as he shivered under the other’s warm palm spread against his stomach.
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