[Even the smallest of Genji's motions feel dangerously personal, as if they were moving against one another rather than simply next to him, and it is liable to set his imagination racing all over again if he is not careful- but as he trains his attention onto Genji's face once more it becomes clear that reality will provide more than enough intellectual stimulation.
The warm, dark glow of his eyes is, as always, arresting. It takes the electric shock of Genji's touch to bring him back, and only then does he truly process what he's been told.]
You had... considered... [He sounds-- well, he sounds precisely the way he feels, as if Genji had abruptly begun to speak in a code in which he is only halfway fluent.] Are you quite certain?
[It could be Genji's heat. It could be the moons, or his own heady pheromones, too potent for even an enhanced respiratory system to truly filter out. His body need not listen to sense, already onlining with soft, needy little pulses, but his will must.]
no subject
The warm, dark glow of his eyes is, as always, arresting. It takes the electric shock of Genji's touch to bring him back, and only then does he truly process what he's been told.]
You had... considered... [He sounds-- well, he sounds precisely the way he feels, as if Genji had abruptly begun to speak in a code in which he is only halfway fluent.] Are you quite certain?
[It could be Genji's heat. It could be the moons, or his own heady pheromones, too potent for even an enhanced respiratory system to truly filter out. His body need not listen to sense, already onlining with soft, needy little pulses, but his will must.]
Please do not tease me.