[ 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 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.]