[ that noa might go with this simply never occurred to kaiser, although it'll be a while yet before kaiser seriously ponders his tendency to ask for it and then realize not long after that he should not have done that. like noa, kaiser doesn't mistake this for affection; unlike him, kaiser doesn't even think to mistake it for affection, which he's never experienced in any significant way. the closest, maybe, is when he occasionally falls asleep in a hotel lobby, waiting for a team manager to check them in after a long bus drive for an away match and ending up with his head lolling against ness's shoulder, because kaiser finds it incredibly difficult to sleep in moving vehicles — the plane ride to japan was not a pleasant one for him — but even then, kaiser wouldn't call that affection.
he feels their breathing and heartbeats sync up — kaiser knows this is a physiological tendency everybody has, to mirror people who are close by. he is, nevertheless, severely disgusted by how comfortable and human it might feel. ]
... What? [ his voice is slighter now, chest compressed underneath noa. it's not so heavy that kaiser is suffering, though maybe he would prefer it that way, so it might be more in his mind than his body that it doesn't feel like he can talk at his normal volume. ] You're just going to play along?
[ his eyes narrow slightly, almost in the way that one's eyelids grow heavier with sleep, though kaiser isn't tired at all. he sighs slowly, and inhales afterwards even more slowly. then he curls his leg into noa more aggressively, really pressing in the heel of his foot to cling. he shifts his weight underneath noa, and after testing how much space he has to maneuver, he throws his other arm around noa's back for additional leverage and rubs his body up against noa's, chest sliding against his. ]
... Ah, no, don't tell me. You're only holding back 'cause you think I'm going to get scared off. [ he tilts his head slightly, so he can laugh mockingly right into noa's ear. it's a well-practiced laugh that he rarely ever means with actual sincerity, as is the case now as well. ] How... methodical.
[ definitely not sweet or considerate. 'methodical', he's sure, is the right word. ]
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he feels their breathing and heartbeats sync up — kaiser knows this is a physiological tendency everybody has, to mirror people who are close by. he is, nevertheless, severely disgusted by how comfortable and human it might feel. ]
... What? [ his voice is slighter now, chest compressed underneath noa. it's not so heavy that kaiser is suffering, though maybe he would prefer it that way, so it might be more in his mind than his body that it doesn't feel like he can talk at his normal volume. ] You're just going to play along?
[ his eyes narrow slightly, almost in the way that one's eyelids grow heavier with sleep, though kaiser isn't tired at all. he sighs slowly, and inhales afterwards even more slowly. then he curls his leg into noa more aggressively, really pressing in the heel of his foot to cling. he shifts his weight underneath noa, and after testing how much space he has to maneuver, he throws his other arm around noa's back for additional leverage and rubs his body up against noa's, chest sliding against his. ]
... Ah, no, don't tell me. You're only holding back 'cause you think I'm going to get scared off. [ he tilts his head slightly, so he can laugh mockingly right into noa's ear. it's a well-practiced laugh that he rarely ever means with actual sincerity, as is the case now as well. ] How... methodical.
[ definitely not sweet or considerate. 'methodical', he's sure, is the right word. ]