[ Hibari checks the urge to deck him when he laughs, because he imagines that this is not the appropriate time for it. Strangely enough, however, he feels the knot in his shoulders loosen, relaxing. Because in Yamamoto-speak, things are something resembling fine, now.
Arching, just a little, with a lazy cat-like grace when Yamamoto's fingers wander, Hibari parts his mouth - and thinks that Yamamoto is sometimes too gentle for his own good.
Too forgiving when it comes to certain people, really. But he isn't going to complain. Not now, at least. Not when his kisses are warm and welcome, and when he's pushed against the door like this, the spark of desire coming alive within him at the kiss. It's been too long, and his fingers fumble briefly with Yamamoto's shirt buttons before he returns that kiss with a rare passion, a silent demand. ]
no subject
Arching, just a little, with a lazy cat-like grace when Yamamoto's fingers wander, Hibari parts his mouth - and thinks that Yamamoto is sometimes too gentle for his own good.
Too forgiving when it comes to certain people, really. But he isn't going to complain. Not now, at least. Not when his kisses are warm and welcome, and when he's pushed against the door like this, the spark of desire coming alive within him at the kiss. It's been too long, and his fingers fumble briefly with Yamamoto's shirt buttons before he returns that kiss with a rare passion, a silent demand. ]