[ his hand slips away easily when jonouchi sits up, the sudden coolness of the air shocking his skin. it stings, a sting that travels all the way into his center, makes his chest ache. it's something like foreboding, or the anxiousness he'd never admit even to himself, or an abruptly recognized longing for any sort of human contact. all humans have basic needs. even a reptile like him.
after everything that was done to it, his body still shivers at the sound of jonouchi's harsh breathing, at the sound of his swallowing. he did that, he made him that way. and he's the one who offered, so if he didn't like it, he doesn't have anyone to blame but himself. but he's not saying anything accusatory. seto almost finds himself surprised that he hasn't already told him he regrets offering this.
if he tells himself he expected jonouchi to call it off, maybe it doesn't seem so bad that he accepted without any questions. he brings up his shaky hands and places them over his eyes, digging the heels of his palms in until stars burst behind his eyelids. ]
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after everything that was done to it, his body still shivers at the sound of jonouchi's harsh breathing, at the sound of his swallowing. he did that, he made him that way. and he's the one who offered, so if he didn't like it, he doesn't have anyone to blame but himself. but he's not saying anything accusatory. seto almost finds himself surprised that he hasn't already told him he regrets offering this.
if he tells himself he expected jonouchi to call it off, maybe it doesn't seem so bad that he accepted without any questions. he brings up his shaky hands and places them over his eyes, digging the heels of his palms in until stars burst behind his eyelids. ]