[ get away? oushi almost lets out a bubble of laughter at that. choso's grip is so strong on his arm the younger boy is almost certain he's far more likely to accidentally rip his own arm off in any attempts to get away than actually putting any respectable distance between them.
though, a small part of his brain is quick to intone: if choso thought he really wanted to get away, oushi was sure that he would let him.
he doesn't move. ]
Now you're just drawing it out.
[ dangling the thing so expertly above him that oushi cannot help but feel even more compelled to find out what it is. despite himself, he has suspicions. ]
Are you thinking I'll chicken out or something?
[ as always, his body betrays him. his eyes make the briefest glance down towards choso's lips, noting the pleased — or is it that they're pleasing? — curve of them. ]
( he's not fully certain what chump means, but in context, it must mean something of a coward: someone who would recoil, or try to free themselves from the hold. oushi isn't doing either of these things, but it's hard to tell yet why that is--hard to know where that dash of his gaze is going, except that it's somewhere on his face, away from his own eyes.
his head tilts, considering; with his grip on oushi's elbow, he's able to at least sink himself down, squeeze himself onto the cushions properly. )
Close your eyes, then. ( it's said gently, as though he wouldn't be surprised if he got some push back for it. )
This is the only way I know how.
( --to satisfy their conditions, anyway, given that he's done it once before. touching would work, but he doesn't like the idea of his hands wandering over oushi's side, down his waist, up to his neck, his jaw, and seeing him potentially uncomfortable; like this, it's just a one and done, unless there's more that's wanted afterward.
his hand lands, light, on oushi's thigh; waiting for his eyes to close, or proceeding even if they don't, he tilts his head in for a soft, barely-there kiss, just to the outside of oushi's mouth, before leaning back again. )
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though, a small part of his brain is quick to intone: if choso thought he really wanted to get away, oushi was sure that he would let him.
he doesn't move. ]
Now you're just drawing it out.
[ dangling the thing so expertly above him that oushi cannot help but feel even more compelled to find out what it is. despite himself, he has suspicions. ]
Are you thinking I'll chicken out or something?
[ as always, his body betrays him. his eyes make the briefest glance down towards choso's lips, noting the pleased — or is it that they're pleasing? — curve of them. ]
No way, I'm no chump.
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his head tilts, considering; with his grip on oushi's elbow, he's able to at least sink himself down, squeeze himself onto the cushions properly. )
Close your eyes, then. ( it's said gently, as though he wouldn't be surprised if he got some push back for it. )
This is the only way I know how.
( --to satisfy their conditions, anyway, given that he's done it once before. touching would work, but he doesn't like the idea of his hands wandering over oushi's side, down his waist, up to his neck, his jaw, and seeing him potentially uncomfortable; like this, it's just a one and done, unless there's more that's wanted afterward.
his hand lands, light, on oushi's thigh; waiting for his eyes to close, or proceeding even if they don't, he tilts his head in for a soft, barely-there kiss, just to the outside of oushi's mouth, before leaning back again. )