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In all truth, Soshiro should have realized that just because Narumi allows him to kiss him stupid in the hidden corners of Ariake base doesn't mean that the man won't keep up that unpredictable nature Soshiro is so fond of. He should have known that just because he's learned more about Narumi than even the man's own vice captain, doesn't mean that he knows everything there is to know about Narumi Gen quite yet.
There's no doubt that Narumi has let Soshiro see little pieces of himself that he hides in the safety of his room and in book stores no one else knows about. However, Soshiro should have remembered that Narumi Gen lives to surprise him in the best and worst of ways.
It goes without saying that Soshiro is fond of every little discovery he makes about Narumi, even the ones that have his jaw clenching with frustration. He's an antagonistic little shit with scars from childhood that affect him even now. He's prideful, combative, anxious about the oddest things, and an absolute hoarder, but Soshiro loves him, even with all of that taken into account.
He's used to be driven insane by Narumi, but he has never been pushed to his limits by the other man quite like this.
Soshiro is well aware of Narumi's sweet tooth. He's been dragged to boba shops and cafes by the other man enough to know that Narumi has a favor towards a sweeter palette. The older man has gotten used to bribing Narumi into doing his paperwork or out of his room with promises of mochi or fruit teas. Soshiro has become stupidly obsessed with tasting Narumi's favorite vanilla sodas from the other man’s mouth. He's obsessed with and well aware of the fact that Narumi is a fiend for sweets and sugar, but he didn't expect it to rot his patience faster than it would Narumi's teeth. He's not sure how much longer he can stand to watch the red hard candy peek out from between Narumi's lips. Soshiro thinks that if he has to continue to watch the strands of spit that connect the lollipop in Narumi's fingers back to his mouth, he's going to have to see if the sounds Narumi makes will be just as sugary.
Narumi seems to sense the conflicting emotions that warm his gut, because he stops filling out forms to eye the other man cautiously. Soshiro has realized Narumi has the uncanny ability to sense even the slightest change in his mood, and while he adores him all the more for it, it makes it especially hard to hide anything from the other man. Soshiro, for a moment he'll hate himself for later, is grateful Narumi's eyesight prevents him from being able to fully see whatever greedy emotions are written all over his face. He feels his teeth bite into his cheek when Narumi slips the candy from his mouth with a sound that could be considered sinful, looking at Soshiro from under his bangs in suspicion.
"What the fuck is your problem now?" Narumi questions with a fierce scowl already pulling at his mouth. Soshiro holds back an almost smitten sigh at Narumi's observational skills.
"Gen-chan," Soshiro starts, biting back a smile at Narumi's reflexive flush, "How many of those things ya got hidin' in yer pockets? I'd almost think ya got the whole bag in there, with the way ya keep pullin' 'em out."
Narumi blinks at him a few times, confusion pulling down at his brows before he looks at the lollipop still between his fingers and realizes. Then, he pouts in that way Soshiro has learned he's embarrassed, as he mutters back, "Helps me focus."
It's smart, it's simple, it's sweet, and it's driving Soshiro fucking mad to watch the way Narumi pops the candy back into his mouth. Hard candy clinks along his teeth as toys with it while they work. There's a spelling error on Soshiro's document. He scratches over it once, twice, then circles it for good measure. There's a crunching sound from the man next to him, and Soshiro's eyes flick to where the candy has pushed out Narumi's cheek enticingly. Soshiro, for a brief second, has to grip his pen so hard he's worried he'll snap it, and ruin the paperwork they've been working on since he arrived at Ariake. He draws an angry arrow to the spelling mistake for good measure. If he doesn't get Narumi to toss that lollipop, there's a risk he's going to toss Narumi over the desk instead. The most he can do is try to focus on something else.
The rest of the afternoon is a punishment on his sanity and a testament to his willpower. Any attempts to distract himself, whether it be through more paperwork, or flicking paperclips at Narumi, are fruitless. The former is mind-numbing enough that his mind and eyes wander back to Narumi's mouth all on their own, and the latter has Narumi sticking his tongue out. It's stained cherry-red, and gives Hoshina an entirely new problem to ruminate over. Then, they're finally through their paperwork and he can escape the oblivious sin incarnate sitting across the desk from him. Said sin incarnate follows him out the door, but at least he tosses the lollipop stick in the trash on the way out.
Soshiro has become used to spending his time off on Ariake base. He has no intention of leaving the Third Division any time soon, but he's started to find himself looking forward to the days were he's free to spend his time at Ariake helping Narumi with his paperwork and eating shitty take out on the floor of the man's office. He always delights in seeing Narumi, no doubt about that, but Soshiro likes Ariake base because it allows him to see his former little subordinates.
Soshiro has become ever increasingly fond of watching Narumi interact with Shinomiya-chan. He takes great delight in watching Narumi have to deal with his little protege, who is just as bratty as he is. It fills Soshiro with a great amount of joy to watch Narumi try to deploy the same tactics on Shinomiya that have to be used on him. Just like with Narumi, they work with varying degrees of success because the both of them are stubborn to the point of exhaustion. The two of them will argue like pissed off cats in the middle of the halls, and all it will take is a pointed word from someone else to get them to focus their attention on something productive (if it means one-upping each other, of course). Soshiro knows though, that even with the way he complains about his "Dumb Disciple," Narumi is fond of his budding vice captain.
There have been many a time where Shinomiya has crashed one of their little "dates," yet Soshiro can't bring himself to mind. It's just another chance to see a different side to Narumi. He imagines that the way that Narumi puts little braids in Shinomiya's hair, or how he shoves her while they bicker during a game, is exactly how he was with the younger children he grew up with. He's soft with Shinomiya outside of work in a different way than he is with Soshiro. He'll bicker with the younger girl, and she'll argue back until they're both waving their hands around as they shout at each other with hints of smiles on their faces.
Soshiro has become used to the sight of Shinomiya in Narumi's room, almost as used to being in Narumi's room himself. It's no longer strange to open the door and find the two sitting on the floor while they hiss and bicker. It is strange however, to see them on the floor with various cosmetic supplies all over the floor. Make up, skin care, and even hair care littered around the two that stare up at him with wide, surprised eyes.
Soshiro had some inkling that Narumi was familiar with makeup. He's not so blind or oblivious that he misses the occasional dusting of brown around his pink eyes on their dates. Nor is it hard to miss the large bin of skin care products he keeps in a drawer in his private bathroom. Soshiro is not, however, used to seeing sharp lines in black around his pink eyes that match the color dusted on his eyelids. Narumi blinks several time and Soshiro feels stunned in place by the length of his eyelashes and the sheen if glitter in the corner of his eye.
"Well are you gonna keep standing there, or are you gonna come in, moron?" Narumi's sharp question is what snaps Soshiro out of his brief daze and he closes the door behind him to join the two on the floor.
"You should treat your boyfriend nicer," Shinomiya says, sneering at Narumi a bit. When Soshiro looks at her, he notices her right eye has been done in a similar, but much simpler manner to Narumi's.
"Hah? He's my boyfriend isn't he?" Narumi spits back, yanking the younger girl by the chin, "So butt out and stop moving."
"Watch it! Don't poke my eye out!"
"You keep moving like that and I'm gonna do it on purpose!"
Perhaps another person would be worried about keeping a relationship like theirs private and to themselves, but the greedy thing that lives in Soshiro's chest howls something fierce whenever someone acknowledges their relationship. He feels almost like a brutish moron with the way just hearing Shinomiya call him Narumi's "boyfriend" has him preening. Such a childish word to describe the endless emotion he has for Narumi, but he'll take whatever title Narumi is willing to bestow upon him.
"How did this happen?" Soshiro questions the two of them, stopping their squabbling to gesture to the pen in Narumi's hand and the mess around them.
Narumi is watching him, for whatever reason. He can feel it in the way Narumi's eyes flicker pink, seemingly trying to peer directly into him. Soshiro has managed to step on another one of Narumi's land mines, though this time, he isn't sure which one.
He must find whatever it is he's looking for in Soshiro (or maybe he finds nothing at all) because he focuses back on Shinomiya to say with a grin full of teeth, "It turns out my dearest Dumb Disciple is horrible at doing her own eye liner."
Shinomiya looks ready to tear the pen from Narumi and throw it at him. The only thing probably stopping her is the fact that Narumi has it right near her eye. Her voice is full of venom as she spits, "Well it's not like I've had much time to learn! When did you even figure out how to do it?"
"I'm Narumi Gen," The man in front of her grins, "I'm good at everything."
It sets Shinomiya off, and the two of them are snapping and spitting at each other like arguing 5 y ear-olds and not two of the greatest fighters the JAKDF has ever had. Soshiro, with no experience in anything makeup, simply sits on the floor and watches them. Well, truthfully, he mostly watches Narumi.
Narumi Gen on a regular day, is nothing short of stunning to Soshiro. Even with tired eyes and messy hair, or when he's all dressed up, Soshiro thinks there's no one prettier than Narumi. However, there's something about Narumi with clean eyeliner and vivid shades of pink surrounding his already captivating eyes that Soshiro can't look away from. The black lines around his eyes make them look even sharper, in a manner that's borderline sensual.
Narumi has a horrible habit of biting his lip as he focuses, and Soshiro can see the way his teeth gnaw at them while concentrating on Shinomiya's face. He can't tear his goddamn eyes away from the vision that is Narumi's sharp little teeth digging in his glossed bottom lip. Narumi's mouth fucking shines with a pink tint and the faintest hint of glitter. Soshiro has to dig his nails into his knee when Narumi's face pulls back in a snarl at whatever Shinomiya just said. Teeth bared, mouth shining, and eyes accented with color give Narumi's anger an all new look that Soshiro thinks he likes just a bit too much.
"Oi, dipshit, what the hell are you still doing over there?"
Soshiro has to tear his eyes away from Narumi's mouth, but looking at his eyes doesn't help much either. So instead, he looks at Shinomiya only to realize she's looking at him with an eyebrow raised and a smug smile on her face. With how oblivious Narumi tends to be at times, it's easy to forget that to others, Soshiro is a bit obvious. Perhaps Shinomiya can't hear the unholy thoughts he's thinking, but she can certainly see him stare a bit too closely at her captain's stupidly captivating face.
His well done faces that matches Shinomiya complete look as well. The both of them have crowded over a different bin. Soshiro recognizes this one as the one Narumi pulls out and then comes to work the next day with a new color on his nails.
"Oh? Are you lonely without me, Gen-chan?" Soshiro teases, delighting in Narumi's flush and Shinomiya sneer of disgust.
"Don't be gross," Shinomiya says before Narumi can start swearing and giving the other man a knowing look that has Soshiro smiling innocently. She holds up a bottle of green polish and tells him "Master Moron is gonna use his endless skills to teach me to paint nails. You're my lab rat."
"Ya just gonna let yer student use me, yer poor boyfriend, as a test subject?" Soshiro feigns hurt in his question, shooting Narumi a pained look that the other man only grins at.
The younger man holds up a small bottle full of purple and declares, "Hold him down, Shinomiya!"
Ah. He's really lucky he's cute.
When Shinomiya has left and it's just the two men on the captain's floor, Soshiro finds his gaze torn between the purple on his nails, and watching Narumi carefully organize his various supplies. The color on his nails is a dark, almost
black, purple and cleaner on his left hand than his right. Sitting still for Shinomiya had been a test of patience, not because of the girl's budding nail painting skills, though. Narumi had pressed himself close to Soshiro, plastering their thighs together and resting his head on the other man's broad shoulder.
Narumi used his position to bark tips and tricks at his disciple, while Soshiro was torn between the feeling of Narumi's body heat, and staring at the other's man features.
It had been a test of his willpower not to lean over and taste the gloss directly from Narumi's lips. Soshiro has no issues with PDA, he's actually quite fond of showcasing his affection for Narumi where everyone can see. He knows that Narumi isn't ashamed of him, but he prefers to let Soshiro display his feelings in the privacy of his own spaces where Narumi can hoard it to himself. So, instead, he kept his hands and mouth to himself while Shinomiya was in their presence. He thinks Narumi would have really killed him if he had broken Shinomiya's concentration to taste the glitter on the younger man's lips.
Now though, with only the two of them in the room, Soshiro finds that as much as he wants to eat Narumi's mouth, he can't stop himself from looking at the other. He watches Narumi's hands as he packs away makeup and nail polish. His calloused fingers with tiny nicks and scars gain a softer look with the blush pink that's painted on his nails. Soshiro likes how strong Narumi's hands look. With their narrow palms and long fingers, they're hands that are trained to carry a weapon, but to Soshiro, Narumi isn't Narumi without little pieces of softness in his strength. The nail polish on his fingers is what gives Narumi a visible sign of that sweetness Soshiro adores.
He wonders, for a moment, how those pretty pink nails would look fisting the sheets of Soshiro's bed. If the contrast of the dark fabric and the light color would be as striking as he thinks it might. Would the feeling of them digging into his back be as pleasant as he's imagined?
"You're making that stupid face again."
Soshiro snaps his gaze towards Narumi and his mind out of the gutter. Narumi is peering at him from the corner of his eyes and under his bangs. Those normally wine red eyes are an alien pink and focused on Soshiro's face a little too much. He looks suspicious about something, and while Soshiro knows where his mind has been going lately, Narumi doesn't. He wonders, not for the first time, how Narumi is so good at picking up on the changes in his emotions, even if he doesn't really know what Soshiro is even feeling.
"Oh? What look would that be?" He questions, flopping down on his side to stare up at the pretty thing in front of him.
Narumi gazes at him from beneath his fringe in a way that has Soshiro wondering if he actually can see his thoughts with those petal pink eyes. The other man huffs out a breath, lips falling into a bratty pout that shouldn't be as enticing as it is. The flowers in his eyes close, fading back to red as he mutters, "That's what I'm trying to figure out, too."
The grin that grows on Soshiro's face is probably a little bit too smug, if the way Narumi tosses a box of cotton Q-tips says anything. He lets the cardboard bounce off his forehead, smiling all the while. The way Narumi bares his teeth in a snarl in response is also a bit too enticing.
In an effort to distract himself from the way his eyes can't settle between Narumi's lips and eyes, he teases the other man by rolling on to his back to stare up at the other. He reaches his palm towards Narumi's. yanking at his hand till it rests on his own chest. The younger glares down at him, but his cheeks are flushed in that oh-so-pretty way. Soshiro can't help but reach out and brush his fingers over Narumi's glossed lips. It's almost devastating to feel how soft it is beneath the pads of his fingers, clawing at his will power and self control.
"I don't think I told ya yet," He murmurs into the sudden quiet of Narumi's room, "But ya make a damn pretty picture lookin' like this."
Soshiro fucking delights in the way Narumi's mouth parts slightly in shock. It takes evert ounce of control he has not to press his fingers even further into the temptation that is Narumi's open lips. Instead, he drags his fingers to cup the other man's surprisingly round cheek, brushing his thumb just beneath the pink eyeshadow on his sockets.
"Anyone ever tell you that you're a shitty flirt?" Narumi mumbles back, a gorgeous view of that enticing softness he hides so well.
"I can assure ya, I ain't talkin' to anyone like this but you," Soshiro shoots back, a faux pout of hurt pulling at his face that makes Narumi's snort out a laugh. The
sound of it makes Soshiro grin, bubbles of fluff filling his chest at that delightful noise.
Narumi sort of thumps his palm against Soshiro's chest, almost idly. He wears a look on his face that Soshiro has come to learn means the other man is thinking real hard about something. Soshiro waits for him to gather his thoughts, admiring his face and enjoying the feeling of Narumi's hand on him as he does.
Finally, Narumi says, "You've been wearing that look more recently. You gonna tell me what you're thinkin' when you wear it?"
Soshiro opens his eyes the tiniest bit wider, giving Narumi his full attention as he comes up with answer. He thinks about it for a moment. He could tell
Narumi. He could admit to thinking about the foul things he wants to do with Narumi's mouth. He could confess to his thoughts of painting Narumi's face with tears of mascara. Soshiro could spill it all and watch the realization of Soshiro's sinful admiration paint his face in that flush he adores so much. He doesn't though. Not quite yet. For just a little bit longer, he wants to admire Narumi freely.
So he grins and buries his face in his partner's strong thigh to cheer in that shit-eating tone he's mastered so well, "Figure it out yerself!"
He enjoys the frustrated tugs at his hair a little too much.
For all the years Soshiro has known Narumi, he's always seen the man covered up. In their earlier years, it was his dress uniform, his jumpsuit, and combat suit. It was rare that Soshiro saw the other man when he wasn't covered all the way up to his neck. The more he got to know Narumi, the more it became obvious to Soshiro that the younger man enjoyed baggier clothes. He enjoyed loose fabrics, fluffy jackets, and oversized t-shirts. He was stunning in anything he wore, to Soshiro at least. He was of the mindset that Narumi was a work of art in his casual big hoodies, and his pretty, fluffy coats.
He had gotten used to feeling like a blushing high school student at even the tiniest glimpse of Narumi's collarbones. He's become familiar with panting like a dog at a rare glimpse of the other man's bare nape. Soshiro had become used to seeing Narumi covered and hidden beneath his clothing. It doesn't change how beautiful he is to Soshiro, it just means in the dark of his own room, Soshiro's imagination tends to run a bit rampant. Soshiro has spent many a night trying to paint the lines of Narumi's body he hasn't seen with his mind alone.
The thing about the JAKDF combat suit, is that it isn't as skin tight as people think it is, and neither of the Numbered Weapons. They cling to the body, true, but there's layers of fabric and armor that conceal a person's actual body shape. Soshiro has stared at Narumi in his Numbered Weapon's suit, following the long lines of his frame with greedy eyes enough that he knows this. It doesn't stop him from speculating, or imagining how it would fit the other without the layers of armor and padding. At times, he feels a bit like a pervert, staring at the other man's legs and shoulders so intently. He can't help himself though, Narumi, even hidden, is captivating in a way that makes Soshiro feels hungry.
Now though, he feels starved. So fucking starved.
Narumi stands before him, torso bare and glistening with the sheen of a long workout. The rivulets of sweat drip down his back. Soshiro traces their path with his eyes, following them down to the dimples in Narumi's spine just above
his low-hanging sweats. Soshiro had known Narumi was pale, just from his face, but it's different to see how he damn near glows under the shitty gym lights. The muscles of his back flex beneath his skin as he stretches, and suddenly Soshiro's mouth is both too dry, and pooling with saliva like a famished dog. His gaze is drawn to the breadth of his shoulders, not as broad as Soshiro was expecting but still strong in a jaw clenching way. He follows the length of his spine, until his eyes land on Narumi's waist and it feels like the air has been punched from his lungs.
He can't quite help the noise the spills from his throat, something hungry and pained. Narumi spins around at the sudden break in the quiet, bangs pushed back enough to reveal one shocked eye. In the back of his mind, he knows Narumi comes to work out so late, because it means no one else will see the effort he puts in. In this moment though, he's much more focused on looking at Narumi lean and sculpted abdomen.
"What the hell are you doing here, Bowlcut? Shit, did I forget something?!" Narumi demands, eyes going wide with the fear of a blunder he hasn't even made. Really, Soshiro just wanted to surprise his partner with a late night visit and a day to themselves tomorrow. He thinks though, that perhaps he's the one who got the more pleasant surprise.
Soshiro is moving before he even realizes it, moving across the gym's floor in long strides. He doesn't know what expression he wears on his face, but Narumi takes one look at his face and his eyes dart towards the door behind Soshiro. So obviously, it's probably not good, but Soshiro can't really bring himself to care right now. Not when he's so focused on getting his hands on Narumi's waist. His fingers damn near cover the whole of it, the tips of them almost meeting in the middle of Narumi's back. A gutteral sound gets caught in his throat at the realization, and Narumi startles when Soshiro drops his head to his shoulder.
Hands hesitantly encircle his waist as Narumi cautiously murmurs, "You're wearing that look on your face again."
Soshiro knows what the look on his face is, and what it means. Perhaps, it's time to let Narumi know, too.
He takes in a deep steadying breath. Narumi doesn't smell pleasant and yet, Soshiro's mind is so full of filth that Narumi's scent of sweaty skin stirs heat in his veins. He presses his forehead to Narumi's bare shoulder, unable to contain his strained but amused huff of, "Ya truly got no idea what'cha do ta me, don'tcha?"
"What? What the fuck did I do now?" Narumi questions with the tone of a man who is used to being accused. Normally, it would make Soshiro laugh and tease
him. Now though, all he can focus on is the warmth of Narumi's body, and the way his tiny waist fits between his palms.
"Yer really killin' me here, sweetheart," Soshiro mutters beneath his breath, almost to himself.
However, Narumi's hearing has always been impeccable. Soshiro knows the moment he hears it because he goes tense before shoving at Soshiro's shoulders. When he looks up from where he's hidden his face, he can see Narumi's single visible brow is furrowed in a growing rage that looks all too tempting when bared with the sweat that drips down his neck.
"What the fuck are you talking about?! I didn't fucking do anything!" Narumi hisses, something almost hurt in his tone, "If you came here just to be an asshole, then go back to your shitty division!"
He sounds confused and pained, and Soshiro really should fix that. It's easy, with how close they are, for Soshiro to hook their legs together and send them tumbling to the gym's padded floor. One hand cradles the back of Narumi's head, cushioning his fall. The other grips his hip above his sweatpants, probably just a tad too tight. Narumi makes a soft sound as they crash to the floor, staring at up him with shocked eyes, so stunned he doesn't even struggle. He just lets Soshiro settle between his sprawled legs and pin him in place, blinking in stunned confusion.
Soshiro removes his hand from the back of Narumi's head to rest his forearm on the floor, looming over the other man. The thumb of his other hand idly brushes over Narumi's bare hip, almost unconsciously delighting in the feel of Narumi's skin. His gaze drifts down, catching on sharp collarbones and a heaving chest. His jaw clenches and he reigns in the urge to sink his teeth in.
"Gen-chan, ya really are gonna drive me insane," He murmurs into the small space between them, watching as the anger crawls back onto Narumi's pretty features.
There’s that same confusion and hurt in his eyes as he spits like a feral cat, "You keep fucking saying that! I didn't even do anything! If I'm pissing you off that bad, then go home!"
Soshiro can't help a fond huff of laughter. Always so defensive, his Gen-chan. A sharp grin crawls on his face, and he absolutely delights in the way Narumi seems to startle at the sight of it.
He digs his thumb into Narumi's delicate hipbone, pressing closer until they're almost nose to nose and crooning into the breath they share, "Oh, ya drive me crazy, just not in the way that yer thinkin', sweetheart."
"Then what the fuck are you talking about?!" Narumi demands, somehow still not getting it. That's alright, Soshiro will finally clue him in.
Soshiro drags his hand from Narumi's hip, trailing his fingers across pale skin and relishing in the way Narumi's entire frame shivers at the soft touch. He lets his hands move until he can cup Narumi's face, as he's become so fond of doing. He smiles smugly when the other man can't quite help leaning into his touch. He delicately brushes Narumi's bangs away, just so he can get a better look at those wine-red eyes doing their best to bloom pink like petals.
"Ya don't seem to understand," Soshiro hums, "Just how temptin' ya are."
He sinks the message home by pressing their bodies closer together, and grinding down. He lets Narumi feel just how fucking insane he makes Soshiro. Narumi's eyes go wide and his mouth falls open in shock. Soshiro bites back a groan at the feeling and sight. Instead, he moves his hand back to the temptation that is Narumi's waist.
"I-I didn't-" Narumi stutters, face blooming red and sinful mouth parted as he struggles for words.
Soshiro presses his mouth to the shell of Narumi's ear and simpers, "Oh, I know ya didn't do a thing, but that don't change the fact that you, Narumi Gen, are a fucking gorgeous temptation driving me to the brink of insanity. The things I imagine doing with you, just from watching you breath, keep me up at night."
He grips Narumi's waist hard enough to bruise, shivers rolling down his spine at the broken whine that spills out from Narumi's throat. His pupils are blown wide, and his chest is heaving with stuttered breaths. Soshiro, drawn in like a moth to a flame, can't seem to stop himself from leaning in and brushing his lips softly against the underside of Narumi's jaw. The noise that leaves Narumi's mouth is sweet fucking sin, fanning the heat running through his veins. He doesn't swallow down his groan when Narumi arches into him, pressing so close that Soshiro can feel the heat of his torso through his own shirt.
"Will you—" Narumi tries to speak, voice cracking as he catches his breath. His tongue darts out to wet his lips and Soshiro imagines biting them until he bleeds.
"Will I?" He muses, helping and teasing the other man with a grin.
Narumi takes in a shaky breath, eyes fluttering a moment. Then he stares up at Soshiro with eyes that bloom a pink that matches the flush along his cheeks. His arms come up to wrap around Soshiro's strong shoulders, dragging him down into the warmth of his body. Long fingers tease at the ends of his hair in a way that makes Soshiro's skin crawl pleasantly.
There's something confident yet cautious in his tone as he asks, "Will you show me?
"Show ya what, sweetheart?" Soshiro questions, muscles tensing beneath his skin with eager anticipation. He wants it, he wants it so bad, but he needs Narumi to want it, too. He needs Narumi to say it.
"The things you want to do with me," Narumi whispers, eyes wide and nervous. However, there's something wanting in them too. It makes Soshiro’s entire body feel hot and the grin on his face is no doubt full of hunger. He feels like he’s drowning in his desire to devour the man below him.
"Yea, pretty thing," Soshiro mutters, giving into the the temptation and pressing his mouth to the skin of Narumi's neck, teeth first. "Yea I can show ya."
With Narumi soft and pretty beneath him, letting out sweet noises, Soshiro decides that he'll give the other man everything and anything that he wants. Soshiro will give Gen every part of himself.