{ a shame crosses his mind before he can think to stop it. }
That would likely be a good idea. { neither of them need to finish that sentence. he looks very much like he's just been ravished after all. even thoma trying to lick him clean earlier likely didn't manage to get all of it and he definitely feels sticky.
he also likely needs a good ten or twenty minutes on his own to cool down and process why his mind keeps going back to the gutter. }
[ He's suddenly struck with the thought that there's only one blanket and two of them. And while it's embarrassing to think about Ayato seeing him naked, he's extremely certain he can't handle seeing Ayato naked. He might have his right mind about him now, but that didn't mean his self-restraint was great in the first place. Particularly not with Ayato's voice still ringing in his ears. ]
[ So he moves to get up again, slowly this time so he disturbs the bed as little as he can, offering a hand to his lord once he's up. And trying very desperately to not let his eyes flicker over Ayato's body. Again. ]
[ He's not doing so great at that part. ]
You can keep the blanket on- I can collect it once you're in.
[ A blush dusts across his cheeks; of course Ayato can turn Thoma's shy actions against him in one smooth movement. Now it feels like his hand is the one being held, but there's no complaint. There would never be a complaint, to be able to hold his hand each day he could had become something Thoma looked forward to. To think, just a few hours ago he'd been lamenting how he could and should never touch Ayato again, but... ]
[ But it was still okay. ]
[ They were still okay. ]
But isn't it nice, to be able to look at something and have fond memories come back to you from it?
{ out of the two of them, he is not particularly being shy about being naked, and if anything, he can only see thoma's reactions to this as endearing.
and more than a little flattering.
his hand reaches out, fingertips grazing along thoma's palm as he moves to hold it, pulling himself up after. his legs definitely still feel a little wobbly, a little like pins and needles have faded by now but that dull ache is left behind. }
I think for your house mate's sake, in case they come back around now, I probably will need to.
[ The thought of his housemate catching sight of them flustered Thoma for a hot second before he was quick to reassure his lord with what he knew to be fact. ]
Ah- he left for the day and isn't usually back until later in the evening, but I can deadbolt the door if it would bring you more reassurance.
[ And very apologetically and vaguely explain why he had to later... ]
{ when the blush starts to form from such a simple contact, ayato realises he is going to likely yet again struggle to sleep
and somehow doesn't mind it. because perhaps, at the end of it all, seeing thoma's face like this is worth whatever struggle he's putting himself through. that probably should have been a sign }
...It is. Please don't think the gift is unappreciated.
Yes, my clothes should fit you just fine. I'll get something for you to wear, and a towel.
[ His clothes will fit a little loosely, perhaps, but it'll do. ]
[ On the other hand, Thoma doesn't exactly want to linger around his room naked, so he'll move to the dresser nearby tot ake out a pair of pants to wear, vaguely hoping that Ayato won't watch him do so. ]
{ he definitely isn't as broad, but better this way than not being able to fit at all. }
Thank you. { he'll at least finally take the blanket a bit more properly, raising it up with one hand so he can hold the clothes with the other.
he is, however, only holding it against his front, after all. thoma can at least be grateful he's busy reaching down to sort out his own clothes--or at least just grab his phone out of it to check he hasn't got any messages while he waits.
other than that, said clothes are getting left in a dirty pile where they are. }
Ah, actually, I'm not sure. { his eyes glance over to the door where ayaka and lumine are chatting away. } Dinner? Or perhaps once they've set a timer we'd be watching something else?
[ He turns around with a change of clothes in hand, about to call Ayato's name so he can pass him the change of clothes he has prepared when, unexpectedly, he gets an eyeful of Ayato from behind. ]
[ Was that a bruise? When had he touched him there??? ]
[ His head whips back to the cabinet, standing up this time in a feeble attempt to cool off his face before turning toward Ayato again. ]
I suppose they are performances, but it's quite unlike what I've seen before. There are effects. Though I'm not sure the story is one I would have picked for myself.
Hmm? I don't mind anything you can offer. { he'll place his phone on the bedside table, before his hand reaches for the offered clothes next. } Anything would be better than having to put my own back on, after all.
{ he just smiles, because he does not need to explain why. }
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