( asato is not necessarily the smartest cat, but he can be remarkably perceptive. even having asked him directly, he still doesn't really know what this guy's deal is — he's left to try to puzzle out what he can. for nearly all of his life he had had to be a student of body language and what he could glean from the conversations of others; he is far more accustomed to doing this than contributing to conversation himself. what he sees in these few fleeting moments is the momentary aggravation on his face at being driven somewhere, and that makes it apparent. he tries to control everything, every moment, every movement, and when he can't, it strikes a nerve. asato is not wont to care for why, not unless curiosity gets the better of him, but he quietly keeps it in mind. it's not exactly his usual modus operandi, but you can only get pushed around so much before you want to do some pushing back yourself.
he breathes out a sigh of relief as the fingers detangle from his hair again, and his deep blue eyes keep track the motion of cain stepping back, the vertical line of the jacket dropping to the ground. they flick back up to him just as he's stepping back up into his personal space, eliciting asato back up on instinct. he's guided until he's backed up against the wall, something which causes his ears to flatten a degree. his eyes never move from cain's, watchful and measuring, even as the hand follows the line of his sternum to his neck. that, too, he doesn't really like, but he tries to calm the kneejerk reactions, taking each moment at a time.
he tries to manipulate his head head forward, so of course he wants to want to do the opposite, but — "try to keep up, koshechka." whatever hint of a growl which had started to rumble out of his throat is curtailed by the kiss. it definitely has a lot less impact than the last, but asato's response is still similar; he is at first locked up, tense, tentative in his decision to part his lips and open his mouth into the kiss less for impetuous contrarianism and more for momentary uncertainty. it is just like cain is: fast, aggressive, unpredictable. at first asato is a poor match, his own experience in this arena perilously limited. but he is not so beholden to the shackles of self-consciousness as others might be, so he recovers, rebounds, making to match his tempo. the few times sharp incisors and canines come dangerously close to nipping at lips or tongue are perfectly accidental — or perhaps just barely-reined in instinct — something that doesn't extend to the hand that raises to meet the junction of his neck and shoulder, fingertips and then claws beginning to dig lightly in in a feline instinct of grabbing hold of something in the heat of a moment.
the hand at his waist is something easily set aside mentally at first, with all else happening, but as the fingers curl further past the waistline, he takes more notice. it is little more than a lapse in cadence in the kiss, a fleeting, still moment of questioning.
one that asato follows up by very non-accidentally biting cain's bottom lip. not so much that he wanted to draw blood, mind, but ribika teeth are sharp. )
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he breathes out a sigh of relief as the fingers detangle from his hair again, and his deep blue eyes keep track the motion of cain stepping back, the vertical line of the jacket dropping to the ground. they flick back up to him just as he's stepping back up into his personal space, eliciting asato back up on instinct. he's guided until he's backed up against the wall, something which causes his ears to flatten a degree. his eyes never move from cain's, watchful and measuring, even as the hand follows the line of his sternum to his neck. that, too, he doesn't really like, but he tries to calm the kneejerk reactions, taking each moment at a time.
he tries to manipulate his head head forward, so of course he wants to want to do the opposite, but — "try to keep up, koshechka." whatever hint of a growl which had started to rumble out of his throat is curtailed by the kiss. it definitely has a lot less impact than the last, but asato's response is still similar; he is at first locked up, tense, tentative in his decision to part his lips and open his mouth into the kiss less for impetuous contrarianism and more for momentary uncertainty. it is just like cain is: fast, aggressive, unpredictable. at first asato is a poor match, his own experience in this arena perilously limited. but he is not so beholden to the shackles of self-consciousness as others might be, so he recovers, rebounds, making to match his tempo. the few times sharp incisors and canines come dangerously close to nipping at lips or tongue are perfectly accidental — or perhaps just barely-reined in instinct — something that doesn't extend to the hand that raises to meet the junction of his neck and shoulder, fingertips and then claws beginning to dig lightly in in a feline instinct of grabbing hold of something in the heat of a moment.
the hand at his waist is something easily set aside mentally at first, with all else happening, but as the fingers curl further past the waistline, he takes more notice. it is little more than a lapse in cadence in the kiss, a fleeting, still moment of questioning.
one that asato follows up by very non-accidentally biting cain's bottom lip. not so much that he wanted to draw blood, mind, but ribika teeth are sharp. )