[without second-guessing it, he leans into romance's touch, withdrawing one arm so he can reach the hand up and rest it against romance's, fingertips pressing light against his knuckles to hold him in place. he doesn't have to see where romance's other hand is going to know what he's doing; it's a rather obvious motion, if not a slightly questionable one, mostly because he isn't sure he's properly prepped for how eagerly romance is moving.
perhaps he doesn't understand it now, but he could when given the chance, and what better chance than now?
his breath comes in a shaky exhale, his hand still resting firmly on the back of romance's, like he's afraid if he lets go, it'll only make him more impatient. while it hadn't occurred to him at the time, he did think about it on his way to romance's room, how it would feel to be on the other side of such a text and he didn't like it. this is why he's not going to judge romance for still being pissed off if he is, he's just going to let him ride it out in whatever way he needs, even if it means an angry fuck.
still, his features are a clear mixture of anticipation and slight worry, as if he might move wrong and make things worse rather than making them better, which is exactly why he doesn't try moving when romance positions himself.
instead, he swallows hard, breathes another trembling sigh, then he licks his lips and strokes his fingers down romance's forearm for further encouragement.]
I'm yours, [he says it unwaveringly, keeping his gaze fully focused on romance's face while he tacks on,] Promise.
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perhaps he doesn't understand it now, but he could when given the chance, and what better chance than now?
his breath comes in a shaky exhale, his hand still resting firmly on the back of romance's, like he's afraid if he lets go, it'll only make him more impatient. while it hadn't occurred to him at the time, he did think about it on his way to romance's room, how it would feel to be on the other side of such a text and he didn't like it. this is why he's not going to judge romance for still being pissed off if he is, he's just going to let him ride it out in whatever way he needs, even if it means an angry fuck.
still, his features are a clear mixture of anticipation and slight worry, as if he might move wrong and make things worse rather than making them better, which is exactly why he doesn't try moving when romance positions himself.
instead, he swallows hard, breathes another trembling sigh, then he licks his lips and strokes his fingers down romance's forearm for further encouragement.]
I'm yours, [he says it unwaveringly, keeping his gaze fully focused on romance's face while he tacks on,] Promise.