Barnaby isn't even sure that he can argue with that logic Before the last year, Barnaby had always been so focused on what had happened before, on the past; now that he has the future to ideate over, his imagination stretches on unfettered. They may only have another ten years before Kotetsu legitimately has to start worrying about things like muscle pulls and hernias.
He hits the bed lightly, reluctant to give up the intensity of the touch from before, with so much of himself pressed against the other man's firm front. But from here, looking up the stretch of Kotetsu's front, from the way dark hair peeks out just above the loose boxers up to broad shoulders. Had the shape of him always been that nice? Barnaby's certain he'd noticed before. Kotetsu was a handsome man, in every sense, and mature and interesting to look at, Barnaby thought, in ways that Barnaby himself wasn't. Moreso, from this angle, with a shadow thrown over his eyes.
"So? What are you waiting for?" Barnaby asks, as honestly testy as it is a tease. He would rather have Kotetsu make the first move, to draw some lines in the sand. He would rather know what he can get away with so early.
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He hits the bed lightly, reluctant to give up the intensity of the touch from before, with so much of himself pressed against the other man's firm front. But from here, looking up the stretch of Kotetsu's front, from the way dark hair peeks out just above the loose boxers up to broad shoulders. Had the shape of him always been that nice? Barnaby's certain he'd noticed before. Kotetsu was a handsome man, in every sense, and mature and interesting to look at, Barnaby thought, in ways that Barnaby himself wasn't. Moreso, from this angle, with a shadow thrown over his eyes.
"So? What are you waiting for?" Barnaby asks, as honestly testy as it is a tease. He would rather have Kotetsu make the first move, to draw some lines in the sand. He would rather know what he can get away with so early.