[ keigo was prepared to wave off the rest of the supposed story lying in that book akashi was so intent on focusing upon, but it was a hard task to accomplish when the two of them were in such close proximity. and it wasn't just the book itself that was causing keigo some embarrassment.
yes, he was somewhat used to the rules of the place, in that having sex was the only clear-cut way to remain tangible. but keigo still desperately clung to certain aspects that he felt made him more defiant, less accepting. some measures of shame were an example of such. it was why he still blushed when he initiated sex or whenever someone made a pass at him.
and, though he loved physical contact much, much before the current state of the world, it was filtered through a different channel when it came to someone he'd had sex with before. akashi, naturally, was not overtly sexual, but his presence still brought up memories. it was difficult not to think of them.
his skin prickled when the cool and unusually smooth spots of akashi's skin brushed against his neck. keigo froze as he felt blood rush up to his face, coloring his skin. akashi would likely be grateful for the warmth it bestowed upon him. keigo just felt like this was all a cosmic joke. ]
N-... no, I don't think so. That's a European story, isn't it?
[ trying to keep their conversation going in a civil and controlled manner was keigo's ultimate goal here. he even took some breaths to calm himself, though the flush still remained on his face and neck. ]
ah sorry i wrote so much OTL
yes, he was somewhat used to the rules of the place, in that having sex was the only clear-cut way to remain tangible. but keigo still desperately clung to certain aspects that he felt made him more defiant, less accepting. some measures of shame were an example of such. it was why he still blushed when he initiated sex or whenever someone made a pass at him.
and, though he loved physical contact much, much before the current state of the world, it was filtered through a different channel when it came to someone he'd had sex with before. akashi, naturally, was not overtly sexual, but his presence still brought up memories. it was difficult not to think of them.
his skin prickled when the cool and unusually smooth spots of akashi's skin brushed against his neck. keigo froze as he felt blood rush up to his face, coloring his skin. akashi would likely be grateful for the warmth it bestowed upon him. keigo just felt like this was all a cosmic joke. ]
N-... no, I don't think so. That's a European story, isn't it?
[ trying to keep their conversation going in a civil and controlled manner was keigo's ultimate goal here. he even took some breaths to calm himself, though the flush still remained on his face and neck. ]