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18. One character undressing the other.

This was one for the books. Teenagers, they were reckless and knew where this would get them. Standing before one another, the achromatic male had stared down, his locks of hair shifted so that the captain was able to see the features that always hid behind countless strands. There was nothing wrong with Yamato’s face, it was just the fact his hair was done by his personal salon and he could do nothing much with it. Though that didn’t matter and at this time, as the clocks ticked for them both. Closing his eyes, a free hand resting on the wall behind the youngest between the two. He could only wonder where this would lead them.

The tension was thick, he knew that if he wanted to be a leader that he would have to take the steps forward. Remaining calm, giving small gestures as to why they should keep going. Things like that. Slowly opening his eyes once more, he stared at the inch of fabric that covered his body, how annoying it was. His free hand was raised, shifting towards the male without hesitance. It was as if he had already thought of his moves, five steps ahead. Outside in the public, they were just people who had a cause to continue doing what they believed. But inside..Inside it was much more than that.

❝I’ll take care of you, we won’t be here long.❞ With those words had he grabbed the male’s tie, lightly pulling at it’s fabric. This was where it would start and he would go further, he would take as much as he could. Hearing the other take a step back, pressed against the wall much more than before.

Are you ready?

There wasn’t any choice. The dragon would attack first at the feeble animal that he decided was his prey. His hands succeeding in removing the first piece of the male’s clothing, the tie falling down to the ground. The boy’s collar slowly open to reveal such a well toned collarbone for such a young age. Gloved hand was raised after dropped the tie onto the floor, being a little messy wouldn’t hurt them. A sly smile forming on his features as his index finger trailed along Muraku’s neck.

❝It’s not my fault I want to put it in right now..❞

A chuckle leaving from his lips, knowing that Muraku shouldn’t have minded if this was rushed a bit. Besides, this was undressing and even if they barely knew each other. They were given thoughts about one another’s ordeal in life. There breathing would become an element in this as he could hear a hitch in the other’s own, maybe he was regretting their actions. There was no need to be scared as he lowered the hand that was leaned against the wall. Shifting down ever more often, finding a place on Muraku’s waist before moving towards the male’s most sacred area.

A light squeeze done as he could feel a little shift done, the older looked down as he was holding onto Muraku’s hand. It must have been sensitive. But though, as he said before, they couldn’t wait, the time they had was becoming precious and he just wanted to insert just a single digit. Which he did. His index finger slipping into the man’s passage, the inside of his glove that he wore. Ah yes, Such warmth that inhabited within the fabric of purple glove.

Slowly pulling it off so that he could hear it drop on the ground, he looked at the male’s face, as if seeing if he wanted him to go farther. Though without a sound, he slowly removed the glove of his own right hand so that it fell to the ground, finding it’s place as digits grabbed onto Muraku’s own. They were going to keep going.

Looking at the other glove he wore, the male took his time as he removed the article on the other’s left. He could see that Muraku waited for this to end and once time was up, did he stare down at the naked palm before his person. He did believe that the thin fabric was becoming annoying and he did want to get rid of them. Undressing the most sacred part of him, his gloves.

❝That’s it.❞

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