Barnaby makes a noise of pleasure when Kotetsu presses his face against the side of his neck, still tingling from the teeth that had scraped across it. His breath is hot, and tickles. He doesn't mind. He doesn't like to be so close to people normally, doesn't like their breath so close to his face, but this isn't that This is Kotetsu, pressed against him, in privacy. Offering to give Barnaby something that no other person seriously has.
He leans into Kotetsu's hips, surprised by how much he enjoys the feel of strong fingers digging into his muscles. It's easier to concentrate on that, than to force down the fighting embarrassment. He's getting hard against the other man. Surely Kotetsu notices. He shouldn't feel upset about his body doing what it's supposed to, what's right for the situation He really shouldn't; not when he trusts Kotetsu implicitly. He's never felt more comfortable with another person.
But this is very new, and that's what he's suddenly concerned about.
"I'm sure," he says, the words coming out too brightly on an exhale. "But ... in the middle of ... " He gives a half-hearted wave to the food still spread out across the counter.
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He leans into Kotetsu's hips, surprised by how much he enjoys the feel of strong fingers digging into his muscles. It's easier to concentrate on that, than to force down the fighting embarrassment. He's getting hard against the other man. Surely Kotetsu notices. He shouldn't feel upset about his body doing what it's supposed to, what's right for the situation He really shouldn't; not when he trusts Kotetsu implicitly. He's never felt more comfortable with another person.
But this is very new, and that's what he's suddenly concerned about.
"I'm sure," he says, the words coming out too brightly on an exhale. "But ... in the middle of ... " He gives a half-hearted wave to the food still spread out across the counter.