[ for a moment, ukai wonders if maybe this is all too gentle, too caring. not that he's against taking his time regardless, but he's being careful, mindful of asahi, and he isn't sure it's really supposed to be like this. this feels like it's leaving a door open for more outside of simply being physical and, while he certainly doesn't dislike the thought of it, he knows that's probably not a possibility. this seems like it should be more physical - quick and raw and rushed or, at the very least, more to the point than this has been so far.
he can't bring himself to hold on to the thought for long, though, because the idea of suddenly pushing things along quicker than they're going seems laughable. he likes this too much, the way it almost seems like both of them are doting on one another despite obviously being turned on enough to go further, and he knows it's steadily picking up pace to come to a head soon.
besides, there's no point in pushing at things when he feels that shift of hips as his hand rests against the inside of asahi's thigh. they're at the edge, ukai knows, and he can either drag things out to make asahi a little crazier before he makes a move or he can make a move.
he chooses the latter.
lowering his gaze, ukai watches as he slides his hand back up, crawling his fingers against asahi's thigh on his way to slipping them under the waist of his pants, curling like he's about to tug them down without actually following through. he lifts his eyes again and looks up at asahi, taking some idle amusement in the way the position makes him seem even taller than usual. ] Can I?
[ he requests permission despite having little doubt of what asahi's answer will be. and while it's not what they originally came back to his place to do, he can't see either of them deciding to back off because of that. ]
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he can't bring himself to hold on to the thought for long, though, because the idea of suddenly pushing things along quicker than they're going seems laughable. he likes this too much, the way it almost seems like both of them are doting on one another despite obviously being turned on enough to go further, and he knows it's steadily picking up pace to come to a head soon.
besides, there's no point in pushing at things when he feels that shift of hips as his hand rests against the inside of asahi's thigh. they're at the edge, ukai knows, and he can either drag things out to make asahi a little crazier before he makes a move or he can make a move.
he chooses the latter.
lowering his gaze, ukai watches as he slides his hand back up, crawling his fingers against asahi's thigh on his way to slipping them under the waist of his pants, curling like he's about to tug them down without actually following through. he lifts his eyes again and looks up at asahi, taking some idle amusement in the way the position makes him seem even taller than usual. ] Can I?
[ he requests permission despite having little doubt of what asahi's answer will be. and while it's not what they originally came back to his place to do, he can't see either of them deciding to back off because of that. ]