Kotetsu feels himself jolted away from his slow, leisurely gaze when Barnaby's voice cuts through the silence. What gives him pause is the answer. In spite of the impetuous rush forward, he needs a few moments to collect himself again, unaccustomed to being this vulnerable. Unaccustomed to intimacy of this sort being even a remote option in his life.
Instead of breaking out that honesty in full, Kotetsu lingers by smoothing his hand over Barnaby's skin, making sure never to pause for long. Moving swiftly enough that he draws warmth from both of them with the friction, until he starts to coax Barnaby's shirt up with his fingers, wanting access to the pale expanse underneath.
He's young. Kotetsu always knew that there was that gap between them, but from where he sits now, he feels almost as though he's watching his own youth from behind a glass pane. Right down to the tension evident in Barnaby's jaw.
Raising his chin, Kotetsu nods for Barnaby to lift himself slightly from the bed, pulling his shirt off the rest of the way with a slight snap of static. He likes the mussed look of Barnaby's fine, golden hair, and finally leans down to bury his nose in it, inhaling slowly as he lowers his hips. Rocks them, drawing in a sharp breath at the feel of Barnaby against his abdomen, strong yet unfamiliar.
"I could ask you the same question, Bunny," Kotetsu murmurs, quiet against the shell of Barnaby's ear. With his forearms bracing his weight, Kotetsu rocks his hips once, a slow and smooth movement, pressing his partner gently into the mattress.
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Instead of breaking out that honesty in full, Kotetsu lingers by smoothing his hand over Barnaby's skin, making sure never to pause for long. Moving swiftly enough that he draws warmth from both of them with the friction, until he starts to coax Barnaby's shirt up with his fingers, wanting access to the pale expanse underneath.
He's young. Kotetsu always knew that there was that gap between them, but from where he sits now, he feels almost as though he's watching his own youth from behind a glass pane. Right down to the tension evident in Barnaby's jaw.
Raising his chin, Kotetsu nods for Barnaby to lift himself slightly from the bed, pulling his shirt off the rest of the way with a slight snap of static. He likes the mussed look of Barnaby's fine, golden hair, and finally leans down to bury his nose in it, inhaling slowly as he lowers his hips. Rocks them, drawing in a sharp breath at the feel of Barnaby against his abdomen, strong yet unfamiliar.
"I could ask you the same question, Bunny," Kotetsu murmurs, quiet against the shell of Barnaby's ear. With his forearms bracing his weight, Kotetsu rocks his hips once, a slow and smooth movement, pressing his partner gently into the mattress.