{ it's likely a mix of both, but it's too late to take it back now.
now that the rain has already seeped into his clothes, rolls down his skin in droplets as the remnants give in to gravity, there's no point in thinking about what he should have done. his eyes flutter, he swallows. }
Thoma-- { and when the other leans in to get a better look, ayato's eyes flutter open again he'll see there's a lot more focus than before. it's like he zones in on his eyes for a moment, then drop to his mouth and he exhales. } --I'm sorry. { the words likely seem as though he means for getting caught in the rain. maybe it partially is even if he doesn't know the urge is worse because of it.
his self restraint crumbles because of it. crumbles because of how close they are already. }
I can't seem to restrain myself anymore-- { it comes with a confidence that he won't be rejected, but no confidence that he knows what he's doing, that he's figured out how to make this work. worry that he'll have to have another conversation of back home vs here and he has way too many thoughts that are squashed and pushed to the back of his mind as his other hand reaches out to grip onto whatever clothes he can reach--thoma's jacket--and pull him in.
it likely feels as though it's going to be rough from the way the tug happens, but when he leans to press his mouth against thoma's it's soft. his lips are trembling and he's pretty sure it isn't from the cold even if he wants to have better control of himself.
and the sigh he lets out against his mouth is relieved, like he's been waiting weeks--and in a way he has--for his mouth to make its way home again. }
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now that the rain has already seeped into his clothes, rolls down his skin in droplets as the remnants give in to gravity, there's no point in thinking about what he should have done. his eyes flutter, he swallows. }
Thoma-- { and when the other leans in to get a better look, ayato's eyes flutter open again he'll see there's a lot more focus than before. it's like he zones in on his eyes for a moment, then drop to his mouth and he exhales. } --I'm sorry. { the words likely seem as though he means for getting caught in the rain. maybe it partially is even if he doesn't know the urge is worse because of it.
his self restraint crumbles because of it. crumbles because of how close they are already. }
I can't seem to restrain myself anymore-- { it comes with a confidence that he won't be rejected, but no confidence that he knows what he's doing, that he's figured out how to make this work. worry that he'll have to have another conversation of back home vs here and he has way too many thoughts that are squashed and pushed to the back of his mind as his other hand reaches out to grip onto whatever clothes he can reach--thoma's jacket--and pull him in.
it likely feels as though it's going to be rough from the way the tug happens, but when he leans to press his mouth against thoma's it's soft. his lips are trembling and he's pretty sure it isn't from the cold even if he wants to have better control of himself.
and the sigh he lets out against his mouth is relieved, like he's been waiting weeks--and in a way he has--for his mouth to make its way home again. }