[It's expected Gen would shut the gate on the wall that's up. D doesn't mind, he knew it'd be there. He allows Gen to continue this way if it's the most comfortable.
He just knows that's probably not true.
Very languidly, D reaches up to gently take Gen's arm at the wrist, to stop the frantic digging at his collar. He pushes Gen's fingers back behind his neck beneath the hair, letting the tips feel the teasing zipper there. It can come down a little, to the top of his back, but lying down, with Hayame's strange haori, it won't go down much more.
Which isn't to say the collar doesn't fold somewhat out of Gen's way as Gen comes down to abuse his neck. He tips his chin up slightly, trying to keep Gen from being frustrated. A reward while he drops his own hand to the sash of the outer layer and pulls it open. It was a gift; he doesn't want Gen to tear it trying to get to him.
And then that same hand very suddenly appears under Gen's clothes at the waist, feeling the skin at the bottom of Gen's ribs. Shockingly, somehow not cold at all. It's warm like his neck. Is Gen ticklish? The nails might tickle a little if he is.]
You didn't think this through. [His voice hums in his throat against Gen's lips.] You should have let me undress first.
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[It's expected Gen would shut the gate on the wall that's up. D doesn't mind, he knew it'd be there. He allows Gen to continue this way if it's the most comfortable.
He just knows that's probably not true.
Very languidly, D reaches up to gently take Gen's arm at the wrist, to stop the frantic digging at his collar. He pushes Gen's fingers back behind his neck beneath the hair, letting the tips feel the teasing zipper there. It can come down a little, to the top of his back, but lying down, with Hayame's strange haori, it won't go down much more.
Which isn't to say the collar doesn't fold somewhat out of Gen's way as Gen comes down to abuse his neck. He tips his chin up slightly, trying to keep Gen from being frustrated. A reward while he drops his own hand to the sash of the outer layer and pulls it open. It was a gift; he doesn't want Gen to tear it trying to get to him.
And then that same hand very suddenly appears under Gen's clothes at the waist, feeling the skin at the bottom of Gen's ribs. Shockingly, somehow not cold at all. It's warm like his neck. Is Gen ticklish? The nails might tickle a little if he is.]
You didn't think this through. [His voice hums in his throat against Gen's lips.] You should have let me undress first.