[ It takes two to tango and Thoma's not terribly proud of his own part in this cyclical dance of theirs. He'd hesitated over and over to say something sooner, contented himself with their quiet moments spent holding hands per the touch needs of this place, and day by day tried to build up the courage to talk to Ayato. And day after day, he'd kept quiet. Kept his feelings to himself. Just like he always had. ]
[ To hear his lord tell him now that he could do whatever he wanted... ]
[ Ayato that's dangerous. ]
[ He draws in another breath and all he can get out is a hopelessly infatuated murmur of Ayato's name before he's leaning in to kiss him. ]
[ No wishing bone(r), no effect of the kissing rain. Just Thoma's own need, warm and soft. ]
no subject
[ To hear his lord tell him now that he could do whatever he wanted... ]
[ Ayato that's dangerous. ]
[ He draws in another breath and all he can get out is a hopelessly infatuated murmur of Ayato's name before he's leaning in to kiss him. ]
[ No wishing bone(r), no effect of the kissing rain. Just Thoma's own need, warm and soft. ]