( There's almost a slight resistance as Ginger starts to pull back - a slight pressure of his hands at the back of his head, as if to tell him to stay. There's something perversely intimate about the kisses that he can't articulate, though they're nothing like the tender-pulsing mark Ginger had just left on him. Both are unexpected. Both are warm, and make him near mistake Ginger's heartbeat for his own.
He can guess why Ginger changed his method - it probably drifted a little too close to something sensual for him. And Mika - feels guilty, for provoking him when Ginger's been trying so hard to avoid it, for making Ginger feel so ashamed. But some part of him wishes - Ginger wouldn't hold back with him, so much.
Ginger carried the part of him Mika finds ugly and held it close. Mika... wants to do that for Ginger, too. He wants Ginger to let him.
But it's hard to keep hold of his thoughts and his sense when Ginger exposes his back to him - buffet that it is, every cut a sweet aroma that has tempted him even before his awakening. He feels like a slavering wolf; he feels like an animal. If he could drag his teeth along the spine, he could split him open like a fruit - each cut would join, and it'd all spill out, and it
But with Ginger, he just wants to be Mika.
He shifts on his knees, his neck still warm from Ginger's lips, and he leans in, bracing his hand against Ginger's shoulder - and leans forward, resisting temptation, pressing against Ginger's back, his mouth close to Ginger's ear. )
... Ginger.
( Soft but stern, to Ginger's bowed head. An earnest attempt to be heard. Listen, okay? Just listen. )
... There's nothing wrong with you. Not to me.
( He doesn't know if it's the right thing to say. All he can do is say what he thinks. With all his care and all his worry, he just hopes it's enough. )
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He can guess why Ginger changed his method - it probably drifted a little too close to something sensual for him. And Mika - feels guilty, for provoking him when Ginger's been trying so hard to avoid it, for making Ginger feel so ashamed. But some part of him wishes - Ginger wouldn't hold back with him, so much.
Ginger carried the part of him Mika finds ugly and held it close. Mika... wants to do that for Ginger, too. He wants Ginger to let him.
But it's hard to keep hold of his thoughts and his sense when Ginger exposes his back to him - buffet that it is, every cut a sweet aroma that has tempted him even before his awakening. He feels like a slavering wolf; he feels like an animal. If he could drag his teeth along the spine, he could split him open like a fruit - each cut would join, and it'd all spill out, and it
But with Ginger, he just wants to be Mika.
He shifts on his knees, his neck still warm from Ginger's lips, and he leans in, bracing his hand against Ginger's shoulder - and leans forward, resisting temptation, pressing against Ginger's back, his mouth close to Ginger's ear. )
... Ginger.
( Soft but stern, to Ginger's bowed head. An earnest attempt to be heard. Listen, okay? Just listen. )
... There's nothing wrong with you. Not to me.
( He doesn't know if it's the right thing to say. All he can do is say what he thinks. With all his care and all his worry, he just hopes it's enough. )