[ he chases a little after dazai's mouth despite that punctuation that says not yet. fyodor pauses, considers then presses a kiss against the corner of dazai's eye, then another along the curve of his jaw before pulling back.
what he understands is that emotions are involved here, intimacy too. but he isn't entirely sure of how those should feel for himself, he can mimic acts of intimacy but dazai would know the deception right away. and then, still even more complicated is that irrational fear that this fills him with.
he has to dissect this, pry it apart and understand it. ]
(if fyodor could read his mind. it's chatter from every side- you shouldn't because you want this. you just lost it. kiss him again. leave. don't care for the sweet kisses that speak when they won't. those are the right ways, but dazai himself has said it before.
he's a man hated by the right way. he can't help but to capture his lips again.)
[ the response is a little quicker now that fyodor has an idea of what this entails, though this time around he's more considerate and leans closer to keep dazai from having to move too much and potentially upset his injuries.
he isn't exactly good at it, but he is learning to fit their mouths together in what seems to feel good. fyodor is not soft but when he breaks for air, there is a quiet huff of laughter. ] Is this what kissing men plural teach you?
(of course fyodor learns fast - nothing he was ever worried about it. it tastes of him, smells of him, he feels flesh and skin. he doesn't need to know how to kiss to perfection.
it's simply being himself that dazai wants. it has dazai kissing on the man's cheek, jaw and then a peck to his lips as a 'see you soon'.)
[ he finds the admission a little less annoying than last time. ] Harlot. [ said lightly, but he understands the kiss for what it means, and is glad for the dismissal. that was not bad but it certainly was more than what he can parse through with ease.
his footsteps are quiet as he paces towards the door only stopping to throw back a reminder:]
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what he understands is that emotions are involved here, intimacy too. but he isn't entirely sure of how those should feel for himself, he can mimic acts of intimacy but dazai would know the deception right away. and then, still even more complicated is that irrational fear that this fills him with.
he has to dissect this, pry it apart and understand it. ]
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he's a man hated by the right way. he can't help but to capture his lips again.)
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he isn't exactly good at it, but he is learning to fit their mouths together in what seems to feel good. fyodor is not soft but when he breaks for air, there is a quiet huff of laughter. ] Is this what kissing men plural teach you?
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(of course fyodor learns fast - nothing he was ever worried about it. it tastes of him, smells of him, he feels flesh and skin. he doesn't need to know how to kiss to perfection.
it's simply being himself that dazai wants. it has dazai kissing on the man's cheek, jaw and then a peck to his lips as a 'see you soon'.)
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his footsteps are quiet as he paces towards the door only stopping to throw back a reminder:]
Don't forget to eat your cake.