[later jiho will have to admit, if only to himself, just how real this moment was. whatever rook is doing to him, doing for him, it's not creating anything that isn't there. it's just allowing it to come out. pain makes him put up walls like an injured animal, and a part of him is always hurting after that small civil war tore his family apart. even that fades with rook's proximity and soft laughter. he takes more pain away than he knows.
this isn't the work of his cardinal. levi doesn't get credit for this.]
It's just blood. [nothing he hasn't seen before, nothing he isn't used to. a pink just a shade different from his hair that swirls down the drain. jiho looks up at his face and whatever words were on the tip of his tongue are gone, leaving him with the truth.] I'm sorry...your body is amazing, it is. But all I can think about is how cute you are.
[it's another one of those moments when he expects rook to be disappointed, because he's made for one thing but jiho just can't see him that way. the spray makes his clothes cling to him in a way that leaves little to the imagination, but he can't look away from his eyes. he could ride him right here and now, but he'd rather kiss him.
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this isn't the work of his cardinal. levi doesn't get credit for this.]
It's just blood. [nothing he hasn't seen before, nothing he isn't used to. a pink just a shade different from his hair that swirls down the drain. jiho looks up at his face and whatever words were on the tip of his tongue are gone, leaving him with the truth.] I'm sorry...your body is amazing, it is. But all I can think about is how cute you are.
[it's another one of those moments when he expects rook to be disappointed, because he's made for one thing but jiho just can't see him that way. the spray makes his clothes cling to him in a way that leaves little to the imagination, but he can't look away from his eyes. he could ride him right here and now, but he'd rather kiss him.
so that's what he leans forward to do.]