[Accepting arousal as an inevitable occurrence when they're... stripped down? Touching one another? Simply spending time together? is more vulgar than flushing and excusing oneself. Some find allure in innocence, in the taboo, but Takasugi's more attracted to Solomon's defiance.
The hands wrapped around his wrists meet subtle resistance; he twists his hand, skirting knuckles along bulge in a tentative test of the man's grip.] You took your time touching me...
[An accusation: That Solomon enjoyed the map of scars painted across Takasugi's back. Hands that had roamed his body still cling to him, rebuffing his redirection. Though, he'd made the approach with intent to get back on track.] Lean back.
[He'll leave Solomon's erection be, one hand anchoring on the man's thigh and the other spreading a wet trail up abdomen to press against sternum. Encouraging his host to recline, supine and bared - an indulgence waiting to be taken.
Should Solomon acquiesce, Takasugi's hands wander. Along sides, circling navel, brushing sensitive chest. All the way up to jawline, thumb brushing over chin in an aimless effort to tilt the man's head, before he abandons it to sink his attention lower. To hip, mouth joining his hands in kneading the flesh of waist and thigh.]
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The hands wrapped around his wrists meet subtle resistance; he twists his hand, skirting knuckles along bulge in a tentative test of the man's grip.] You took your time touching me...
[An accusation: That Solomon enjoyed the map of scars painted across Takasugi's back. Hands that had roamed his body still cling to him, rebuffing his redirection. Though, he'd made the approach with intent to get back on track.] Lean back.
[He'll leave Solomon's erection be, one hand anchoring on the man's thigh and the other spreading a wet trail up abdomen to press against sternum. Encouraging his host to recline, supine and bared - an indulgence waiting to be taken.
Should Solomon acquiesce, Takasugi's hands wander. Along sides, circling navel, brushing sensitive chest. All the way up to jawline, thumb brushing over chin in an aimless effort to tilt the man's head, before he abandons it to sink his attention lower. To hip, mouth joining his hands in kneading the flesh of waist and thigh.]