[ if jonouchi asked him the question he's asking himself — his answer would be obvious, when considering who it's coming from, but if he were really being truthful... that's a laugh, though. he can't even be hones twith himself. he ignores jounouchi's warnings, but can't work up the strength to do anything else before he's let him go and started moving. he slides down his pillows with his eye squeezed shut, the air cool on his stomach and on his chest where his pajama shirt is sticking to his skin. his throat works, but he can't form any words in response.
past that, he forgets all about the petty things he would have said. he doesn't have any attention to spare for anything but figuring out how to make his hips meet jonouchi's at the right time. ]
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past that, he forgets all about the petty things he would have said. he doesn't have any attention to spare for anything but figuring out how to make his hips meet jonouchi's at the right time. ]