seto pushes himself up with unsteady arms and, once sitting, they're near enough that he can feel the heat coming from jonouchi's body. a little something tugs in his gut just below his navel, but he tells himself it's just his imagination, a reaction to being overstimulated. he can keep his raw voice low without without risking being misunderstood, at least. not that he has much, if anything, to say. he clenches his teeth, leaning in toward the dip jonouchi's weight makes on his mattress, before stilling and pulling away completely. he drags himself to the side of the bed and puts his feet on the floor, discarding his pajama shirt as he goes. ]
But if you're going, then leave. Either way, I can't sleep like this.
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[ like he would give his hand away this early.
seto pushes himself up with unsteady arms and, once sitting, they're near enough that he can feel the heat coming from jonouchi's body. a little something tugs in his gut just below his navel, but he tells himself it's just his imagination, a reaction to being overstimulated. he can keep his raw voice low without without risking being misunderstood, at least. not that he has much, if anything, to say. he clenches his teeth, leaning in toward the dip jonouchi's weight makes on his mattress, before stilling and pulling away completely. he drags himself to the side of the bed and puts his feet on the floor, discarding his pajama shirt as he goes. ]
But if you're going, then leave. Either way, I can't sleep like this.
[ he needs a shower. ]