(a gentle, kind smile. there's genuine fondness in how he is being treated, cared for, and it's nice. he's so sad, so lonely, that it feels good to be taken in like this even when he relentlessly refuses to.
there's a moment where he pauses, his hand moving to tuck some of that long hair behind the other's ear before he leans in to press closer. a gentle, lingering kiss. that's gratitude.)
[ While Sigma hadn't exactly gotten used to Dazai's more affectionate touches, he'd at least started doing a better job of not being confused by or reading too much into them. That's just how the man is, he figured, a flirt who likes to see him flustered sometimes because it's funny.
This one's hard to not be at least a little confused by.
The pink that peppers his cheeks on occasion is out in full force now, tinted red, the heart beating in his ears distracting him from remembering he's been spoken to and how to speak back. ]
(it's been a while since he had seen those pink cheeks, almost blending in a palette with the color of sigma's hair. it's always a sight to be fond of, something a little precious? he enjoys watching it. sometimes, it's entertaining -- he's not a saint, after all. sometimes, it's just warm.
right now, it is the latter, and he gives a full smile, all teeth, eyes closing in the process.)
[ Dazai's looking for another reaction, that has to be it. Sigma's already given one, so it's a little late to do nothing at all, but if he breaks eye contact he can at least try to not give him any more.
(the difficult life of being a cagey, manipulative man. it's, for once, the complete opposite of what sigma is wondering himself. it's just him. seeking affection, touch, giving back as much as he'd like to take.
but the smile isn't breaking. it's a real one, sir!)
Do I look like I'm in a rush to change? You can get my things whenever - today, tomorrow, in a few days. It's okay! I have a few spares. Are you in a rush yourself?
Oh, well, as long as we're on the same page about that.
[ It's said sarcastically, but that spark of his usual attitude is snuffed out quickly enough by his just-as-usual nerves. He needs another second to gather that all up again. ]
(he knew it. the hand that once brought hair away from sigma's face is now a guide. it shouldn't be hard for sigma to understand that it is bringing the man to dazai. the touch of lips is much more pronounced, a proper kiss with lips that move, tongue that sneaks, and those arms that prompt sigma to climb onto dazai's lap.
[ Unsurprisingly, Sigma is easy enough to lead. Dazai's the one with experience on how these things should go, Sigma doesn't yet have enough confidence to make any bold moves or demands.
But he's not so timid that he's unwilling.
There's a shyness but not hesitance in the way he follows along, lips parting against that sneaky tongue, arms that eagerly find their way to wrap around Dazai's back, a nice resting place that pulls him in to try and settle his thighs on either side of the other man's lap.
If it wasn't obvious how hard his heart was beating before, this close, it is now. ]
(he can feel the heart beat against his hands as they rest on sigma's waist. fast, strong, and what a proof of resolve. the way he shows no second thoughts can be tasted on his tongue, and there's a smile creeping on the sides of dazai's mouth as he gives back all he's being given.
to him, it's not that deep. sometimes, we just want to be held by someone who cares about us. sigma always has, from that elevator drop all the way to how he is here, making sure both lupin and dazai can function to the best of their capabilities. dazai's-- a complicated beast, but sigma's always known that, hasn't he? perhaps the reason why this is a bad, bad idea, stems exactly from that.
still, it isn't doing a thing to hinder dazai's own resolve. the kiss is where he is putting all he has, arms that once simply held embracing. it feels nice.)
[ It is nice. Nicer than he imagined, really, and maybe he'll think on that gap between fantasy and reality when he isn't so focused on Dazai's hands at his waist and tongue in his mouth.
Curious, always so curious, if he could perhaps map out Dazai's tongue with his own to better remember how this feels. Shy at first, but if he's allowed... ]
(he's more than allowed. any touch will be given back, dazai's willing to allow sigma to explore, to feel, to learn -- it's only as interesting as they make it. the hands seem to be restless, and they take sigma's own to set on his neck, on his chest.
it's permission to explore, satisfy that curiosity he can feel against the man's tongue.)
[ He takes what he's given and runs with it, fingertips gently grazing the fabric of bandages before sliding up to weave into thick brown hair. The hand at Dazai's chest stays where it is for now, grip on the fabric of his shirt steadily tightening as everything goes on, intent on finding a similar heartbeat to say he isn't the only one about to lose his mind here. ]
(his palms return to feeling once they've given sigma permission to roam their own. they eventually stop - one against the man's cheek, the other back to his waist, thumbs pressing gentle caresses against skin. he can feel the warmth he was looking for, alluring, with his instinct asking for him to go press further.
it's a delicate line to navigate, though. ultimately, he won't ask - it is sigma's decision. he knows, however, his body asks, heartbeat increased, blood running hot.)
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( peace sign peace sign peace sign )
Ah, and Sigma?
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Yes, Dazai?
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there's a moment where he pauses, his hand moving to tuck some of that long hair behind the other's ear before he leans in to press closer. a gentle, lingering kiss. that's gratitude.)
Thank you.
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This one's hard to not be at least a little confused by.
The pink that peppers his cheeks on occasion is out in full force now, tinted red, the heart beating in his ears distracting him from remembering he's been spoken to and how to speak back. ]
Ah...you-- [ a-hem ] Yes. You're welcome.
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right now, it is the latter, and he gives a full smile, all teeth, eyes closing in the process.)
Should I thank you some more? Or is that enough!
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He's still stuck where he's standing, though. ]
I-I should really get you your things.
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(the difficult life of being a cagey, manipulative man. it's, for once, the complete opposite of what sigma is wondering himself. it's just him. seeking affection, touch, giving back as much as he'd like to take.
but the smile isn't breaking. it's a real one, sir!)
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[ Who's he even kidding, Dazai knows exactly how bad Sigma's wanted that, wants it again and again now that he's thinking about it, ]
But the longer you keep playing, the longer it'll take to get what you asked for.
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I would like more very much, but are you sure it's a good idea?
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[ It's said sarcastically, but that spark of his usual attitude is snuffed out quickly enough by his just-as-usual nerves. He needs another second to gather that all up again. ]
...Yes. Please.
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it'd be easier, and honestly, hornier like that.)
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But he's not so timid that he's unwilling.
There's a shyness but not hesitance in the way he follows along, lips parting against that sneaky tongue, arms that eagerly find their way to wrap around Dazai's back, a nice resting place that pulls him in to try and settle his thighs on either side of the other man's lap.
If it wasn't obvious how hard his heart was beating before, this close, it is now. ]
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to him, it's not that deep. sometimes, we just want to be held by someone who cares about us. sigma always has, from that elevator drop all the way to how he is here, making sure both lupin and dazai can function to the best of their capabilities. dazai's-- a complicated beast, but sigma's always known that, hasn't he? perhaps the reason why this is a bad, bad idea, stems exactly from that.
still, it isn't doing a thing to hinder dazai's own resolve. the kiss is where he is putting all he has, arms that once simply held embracing. it feels nice.)
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Curious, always so curious, if he could perhaps map out Dazai's tongue with his own to better remember how this feels. Shy at first, but if he's allowed... ]
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it's permission to explore, satisfy that curiosity he can feel against the man's tongue.)
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it's a delicate line to navigate, though. ultimately, he won't ask - it is sigma's decision. he knows, however, his body asks, heartbeat increased, blood running hot.)
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