Kotetsu finds himself slowing to a stop as he watches Barnaby unravel, slowly, as though he feels a need to fight against the tide and prolong the moment. To prove himself more than a youth easily swayed. The words on Barnaby's lips are sobering. Jarring, almost. Because Kotetsu knows first-hand what it's like to have someone slip between his fingers, and to feel a part of him missing with the loss.
"Never," he breathes, closing his eyes for a second.
Would he only be condemning Barnaby to feel the same? He's never been one to think too hard about the future, but there's no ducking around the age gap that the two of them share. The one that has Barnaby racing to catch up, even though all Kotetsu wants to do is hear that whine on the edge of his breath again as he brushes his own fingers by the corner of Barnaby's mouth, slipping one fingertip in.
He shudders at the tight heat, his cock giving a weak pulse against Barnaby's palm. Dropping to an elbow, Kotetsu brings his hand back down to Barnaby's dick, brushing damp fingertips gently over the head.
"Bunny," he says, tension broken by the question. A second later, Kotetsu starts to laugh, slightly broken and strained as he rolls down to his side. With one arm wrapped tightly around Barnaby's waist, he pulls their bodies closer together, until Barnaby's arm is pinned between the both of them. "You would have been the one to buy the lotion, you know. But what... tell me, what is it that you want to do?" He leans forward, pressing a quick kiss to Barnaby's lips. "What would make you happy?"
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"Never," he breathes, closing his eyes for a second.
Would he only be condemning Barnaby to feel the same? He's never been one to think too hard about the future, but there's no ducking around the age gap that the two of them share. The one that has Barnaby racing to catch up, even though all Kotetsu wants to do is hear that whine on the edge of his breath again as he brushes his own fingers by the corner of Barnaby's mouth, slipping one fingertip in.
He shudders at the tight heat, his cock giving a weak pulse against Barnaby's palm. Dropping to an elbow, Kotetsu brings his hand back down to Barnaby's dick, brushing damp fingertips gently over the head.
"Bunny," he says, tension broken by the question. A second later, Kotetsu starts to laugh, slightly broken and strained as he rolls down to his side. With one arm wrapped tightly around Barnaby's waist, he pulls their bodies closer together, until Barnaby's arm is pinned between the both of them. "You would have been the one to buy the lotion, you know. But what... tell me, what is it that you want to do?" He leans forward, pressing a quick kiss to Barnaby's lips. "What would make you happy?"