[ Electricity's sting numbs his lips, lava's flow boils beneath his ribs. It's nothing short of amazing how one brief kiss from Guanshan can charge him full with enough emotion to satisfy the day. Smoke and ember burn at the back of his throat on the exhale of that finishing bite, eyelashes a quiet flutter in aftershock as tapered fingers slap vivid neon across his chest.
He doesn't think much on the color or pattern—Rokurou only manages to steal a single downward glance at it before the tug at his pants. Like back then, callused fingers slap down over spindly knuckles to swat them away. Still an instinctual response even when the only people nearby are drunkenly stumbling around the sand in the dark with only the barest light cast off by buckets of neon paint to act as markers amongst the dunes.
It's only after he's done it that he feels like it's happened before.
—he laughs, a choked snort and twitch of mouth. It isn't loud, but over the quiet of the shore and against the muffled pound of music coming from beneath the water, it feels big. ]
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He doesn't think much on the color or pattern—Rokurou only manages to steal a single downward glance at it before the tug at his pants. Like back then, callused fingers slap down over spindly knuckles to swat them away. Still an instinctual response even when the only people nearby are drunkenly stumbling around the sand in the dark with only the barest light cast off by buckets of neon paint to act as markers amongst the dunes.
It's only after he's done it that he feels like it's happened before.
—he laughs, a choked snort and twitch of mouth. It isn't loud, but over the quiet of the shore and against the muffled pound of music coming from beneath the water, it feels big. ]
I didn't say you could paint my dick too.