(he'd been stuck in his thoughts for now, expression nothing but the placehold smile as he listened to the waves. he's crashed, he's resurfaced, and he's here. fyodor does what he says, not a man of deception to the same degree as dazai, whose words can be weighed as mostly bullshit.
truthful, however, is the surprise on his face at the skin, for someone who had hated touching him before. someone who made him fight for the opportunity in little steps, little actions, until he could hold the hand that holds him. the kiss is even more so. he had tried that as well, failing miserably, to the point an innocent kiss to the forehead felt surprisingly enough.
he can taste the inexperience in fyodor's lips, and that's why he too keeps it a simple touch. warm, chaste, perhaps holy.)
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truthful, however, is the surprise on his face at the skin, for someone who had hated touching him before. someone who made him fight for the opportunity in little steps, little actions, until he could hold the hand that holds him. the kiss is even more so. he had tried that as well, failing miserably, to the point an innocent kiss to the forehead felt surprisingly enough.
he can taste the inexperience in fyodor's lips, and that's why he too keeps it a simple touch. warm, chaste, perhaps holy.)