[ ... right, mignon's duffel bag. it's slow to dawn on jeoh that he forgot to remind him to take it with him when he ran off to shower, too distracted by literally everything else about the other man. now, he's getting something of a free show, staring at mignon as he discards his towel and pulls on the sweatpants he had stashed in his bag. not at all shy about looking, he doesn't bother to avert his eyes, only pulling a leg up subconsciously to hide.
he's seen mignon shirtless plenty of times, but when he sits down next to him, jeoh almost forgets the television is even on.
with a laugh at the compliment, he gives his shoulder a little shove before turning and pushing himself to his knees and reaching for that towel. it's really just an excuse to touch him more, but he's never gotten the chance to help someone towel their hair off before. ]
Who wants to be cute when you're walking around looking like a wet dream?
[ it's a teasing complaint more than anything else. he likes that mignon at least finds him cute. ]
The moment Jeoh pushes against Mignon's shoulder and starts to help dry off Mignon's hair, nothing else exists but him. The athlete feels something within himself flutter happily in response to the attention, and well as Jeoh's returned praise.]
Heh, but you literally are my wet dream, remember..?
[Any time Mignon's shaggy samoyed-like hair is pushed back out of his face, still slick with moisture, it gives him an unusually more mature appearance; like someone less youthful and bubbly than he actually is. And this older, more suave appearance is only further emphasized by the fact that the look in his eyes shifts into one of both fondness and desire as he looks up at Jeoh, soothed and affectionate.]
...The real Jeoh is even more perfect, though.
[Unable to help himself, Mignon reaches to grab Jeoh by the waist and lift him a bit to bring the other male closer; positioning Jeoh above his lap. It's not even initiating anything explicitly sexual- just general, intimate closeness. Mignon noses at Jeoh's clavicle and takes a deep breath.] Mh.
I love getting to feel the temperature of your body, and smell your scent...
[Shifting closer still, Mignon takes a moment to turn his head and press his ear against Jeoh's chest.] Ah, I even get to hear your heartbeat.
[ it's unfair how attractive mignon is, physically and as far as personality goes. he's never seen him with his hair pushed back, his breath catching in his throat when mignon looks up at him like that. it's no longer a matter of not being able to remember the last person who looked at him like that, jeoh knows no one ever has.
he goes willingly when mignon manhandles him a little bit, his pulse quickening and that heat blooming in his cheeks again. with how mignon is wrapped around him, jeoh is a little grateful he can't see his face right now. he tries to focus on drying his hair, smoothing it back with his fingers as best he can with their new proximity.
mignon can probably hear how rabbit quick his pulse is now. the breath he tries to take is more of a shudder. it's hard to towel him off with him stuck to him, so jeoh finally gives in, tossing the towel to the floor and draping his arms around him in return. ]
The temperature of my body and how quick my heart is beating are both your fault.
[ he's pouting, even punctuated with the small huff he lets out. ]
[It's utterly intoxicating... this closeness, this heat, and the alluring aroma of Jeoh all around him. Thanks to using Jeoh's soap in the shower, even Mignon himself smells like the other young man; an interesting mixture of both their scents upon his skin. It feels like heaven to have someone so gentle within Mignon's strong, clinging grip.
By this time tomorrow... there might be someone else entirely holding on to Jeoh like this; all while Mignon is miles away, getting hurt by an opponent during a fight, or Coach, or a combination of other cruel circumstances going on within the world, but right now...
This is the first time in a long time that Mignon feels like his body is entirely his own. Is it like that for Jeoh, too? Maybe this happiness is all just some fleeting fantasy, but for right now... it all feels very real. Even if the night were to end just like this, Mignon would still feel like some part of his soul has been healed just by proximity to Jeoh alone.]
Heh... [Chuckling, Mignon pulls back to look at Jeoh again; the dusting of a blush against his own sun-kissed skin. His gaze flicks lower to Jeoh's pouting lips, and Mignon can feel a mild arousal stirring within himself already.] ...Then...
Will you let me take responsibility for that?
[One of Mignon's large, rough hands smoothly slides up Jeoh's shorts; fingers lightly slipping up underneath the fabric and stroking at Jeoh's inner-thigh with his thumb, provoking.]
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he's seen mignon shirtless plenty of times, but when he sits down next to him, jeoh almost forgets the television is even on.
with a laugh at the compliment, he gives his shoulder a little shove before turning and pushing himself to his knees and reaching for that towel. it's really just an excuse to touch him more, but he's never gotten the chance to help someone towel their hair off before. ]
Who wants to be cute when you're walking around looking like a wet dream?
[ it's a teasing complaint more than anything else. he likes that mignon at least finds him cute. ]
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The moment Jeoh pushes against Mignon's shoulder and starts to help dry off Mignon's hair, nothing else exists but him. The athlete feels something within himself flutter happily in response to the attention, and well as Jeoh's returned praise.]
Heh, but you literally are my wet dream, remember..?
[Any time Mignon's shaggy
samoyed-likehair is pushed back out of his face, still slick with moisture, it gives him an unusually more mature appearance; like someone less youthful and bubbly than he actually is. And this older, more suave appearance is only further emphasized by the fact that the look in his eyes shifts into one of both fondness and desire as he looks up at Jeoh, soothed and affectionate.]...The real Jeoh is even more perfect, though.
[Unable to help himself, Mignon reaches to grab Jeoh by the waist and lift him a bit to bring the other male closer; positioning Jeoh above his lap. It's not even initiating anything explicitly sexual- just general, intimate closeness. Mignon noses at Jeoh's clavicle and takes a deep breath.] Mh.
I love getting to feel the temperature of your body, and smell your scent...
[Shifting closer still, Mignon takes a moment to turn his head and press his ear against Jeoh's chest.] Ah, I even get to hear your heartbeat.
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he goes willingly when mignon manhandles him a little bit, his pulse quickening and that heat blooming in his cheeks again. with how mignon is wrapped around him, jeoh is a little grateful he can't see his face right now. he tries to focus on drying his hair, smoothing it back with his fingers as best he can with their new proximity.
mignon can probably hear how rabbit quick his pulse is now. the breath he tries to take is more of a shudder. it's hard to towel him off with him stuck to him, so jeoh finally gives in, tossing the towel to the floor and draping his arms around him in return. ]
The temperature of my body and how quick my heart is beating are both your fault.
[ he's pouting, even punctuated with the small huff he lets out. ]
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By this time tomorrow... there might be someone else entirely holding on to Jeoh like this; all while Mignon is miles away, getting hurt by an opponent during a fight, or Coach, or a combination of other cruel circumstances going on within the world, but right now...
This is the first time in a long time that Mignon feels like his body is entirely his own. Is it like that for Jeoh, too? Maybe this happiness is all just some fleeting fantasy, but for right now... it all feels very real. Even if the night were to end just like this, Mignon would still feel like some part of his soul has been healed just by proximity to Jeoh alone.]
Heh... [Chuckling, Mignon pulls back to look at Jeoh again; the dusting of a blush against his own sun-kissed skin. His gaze flicks lower to Jeoh's pouting lips, and Mignon can feel a mild arousal stirring within himself already.] ...Then...
Will you let me take responsibility for that?
[One of Mignon's large, rough hands smoothly slides up Jeoh's shorts; fingers lightly slipping up underneath the fabric and stroking at Jeoh's inner-thigh with his thumb, provoking.]