[Takasugi may not be able to sway his body - not even a twitch of his own will registering in his fingertips or in a smile uncharacteristically soft for his features. He can, however, feel every damn thing that transpires. The scent of alcohol on Gintoki's breath, the music lilting in the distance...
The scene is set, whether he wants to be a part of it or not.
Unable to tug even his gaze where he wishes, Takasugi watches the swell of Gintoki's jaw. The rigidity of his shoulders, as the disparity of what's happening and who is doing it dawns on him.
He's thankful to be pushed away. With any luck, Gintoki will share in his disgust, and put a stop to his. Put him down-
A sigh is the only response Gintoki receives. The hands that had been wrapped around the man's waist rise to cup his wrist, one on each side. With the other's palm firmly in his grasp, he nuzzles fingertips and knuckles, pressing a small kiss to the nearest to his mouth with a lingering stare.
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The scene is set, whether he wants to be a part of it or not.
Unable to tug even his gaze where he wishes, Takasugi watches the swell of Gintoki's jaw. The rigidity of his shoulders, as the disparity of what's happening and who is doing it dawns on him.
He's thankful to be pushed away. With any luck, Gintoki will share in his disgust, and put a stop to his. Put him down-
A sigh is the only response Gintoki receives. The hands that had been wrapped around the man's waist rise to cup his wrist, one on each side. With the other's palm firmly in his grasp, he nuzzles fingertips and knuckles, pressing a small kiss to the nearest to his mouth with a lingering stare.
That serene smile still plastered on his face.]