( it almost does send the wrong message because he steels himself for the inevitable rejection. like, come on, what are the chances of kaiser wanting to waste any more time on this, on him, but then...
oblivious? hopeless? what. he doesn't get to contemplate what exactly kaiser means by that before he finds himself instinctively moving as per instructed, and he feels himself be pulled into a hug. not like one of those he gets on the field after he wins one for the team. that's completely different.
this... he's been surrounded mostly by brutes tossing insults his way all week, so... this is nice. isagi shifts and wraps his arms around kaiser, sliding his hand up the back of his neck to his hair, wondering if it was like this last night? did he fall asleep against kaiser this way? he sure smells familiar. he presses a kiss to his neck, right on that tattoo of his, letting that linger before he rests his head on his shoulder. stupidly, he can't help but smile.
five minutes later... he's dead asleep, completely conked out. sorry, man. he got too comfortable. )
no subject
oblivious? hopeless? what. he doesn't get to contemplate what exactly kaiser means by that before he finds himself instinctively moving as per instructed, and he feels himself be pulled into a hug. not like one of those he gets on the field after he wins one for the team. that's completely different.
this... he's been surrounded mostly by brutes tossing insults his way all week, so... this is nice. isagi shifts and wraps his arms around kaiser, sliding his hand up the back of his neck to his hair, wondering if it was like this last night? did he fall asleep against kaiser this way? he sure smells familiar. he presses a kiss to his neck, right on that tattoo of his, letting that linger before he rests his head on his shoulder. stupidly, he can't help but smile.
five minutes later... he's dead asleep, completely conked out. sorry, man. he got too comfortable. )