[ Fellas is it gay to be so ridiculously attracted to the sight of your superior taking off your boots because if so Thoma is feeling extremely- ]
[ Each of those boots hitting the ground sounds like a firework going off in his ear, in this quiet moment between them two, but it's not nearly enough to get him to look away from this sight. From the way Ayato's fingers work so diligently and elegantly even in this that his mind is racing with all of the things he wants to do with those fingers. What he wants those fingers to do to him. ]
[ The only thing that pulls him away from following Ayato's fingers are his eyes, that beautifully brilliant amethyst color staring straight at him and into him with a gaze that makes his breath catch. Lust and love tumble over one another at that simple look, and he's hit with that sudden and overwhelming need to do anything and everything for him again. Whatever would keep Ayato looking at him like this, because he needs those eyes on him like he needs air to breathe. ]
[ A low moan stutters its way out of his mouth at the hands sliding over his legs, his skin tingling as they trail higher to his waist and turn him into extremely willing putty in Ayato's hands with just that. He's as obedient as ever, head tilting so very willingly to the side for Ayato to do whatever he wished with his neck and collarbone and oh- trying to talk without a needy whine in his throat is particularly hard. ]
I'll... I'll look into it as soon as I can.
[ Not immediately, because he doesn't think he could stand up right now, not with the way Ayato's taken all strength from his legs with just a few motions of his fingers against Thoma's pants. ]
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[ Each of those boots hitting the ground sounds like a firework going off in his ear, in this quiet moment between them two, but it's not nearly enough to get him to look away from this sight. From the way Ayato's fingers work so diligently and elegantly even in this that his mind is racing with all of the things he wants to do with those fingers. What he wants those fingers to do to him. ]
[ The only thing that pulls him away from following Ayato's fingers are his eyes, that beautifully brilliant amethyst color staring straight at him and into him with a gaze that makes his breath catch. Lust and love tumble over one another at that simple look, and he's hit with that sudden and overwhelming need to do anything and everything for him again. Whatever would keep Ayato looking at him like this, because he needs those eyes on him like he needs air to breathe. ]
[ A low moan stutters its way out of his mouth at the hands sliding over his legs, his skin tingling as they trail higher to his waist and turn him into extremely willing putty in Ayato's hands with just that. He's as obedient as ever, head tilting so very willingly to the side for Ayato to do whatever he wished with his neck and collarbone and oh- trying to talk without a needy whine in his throat is particularly hard. ]
I'll... I'll look into it as soon as I can.
[ Not immediately, because he doesn't think he could stand up right now, not with the way Ayato's taken all strength from his legs with just a few motions of his fingers against Thoma's pants. ]