[ Though Moran sounds as though he means his words in jest, Runyu only smiles, gaze briefly flicking downwards in deference. His words are spoken in earnest, soft and solemn and heavy with insistence. ]
No, you honor me.
[ Rare that Runyu is able to offer himself like this to anyone, least of all one who speaks his name, who has some glimpse of his true self no matter how doubtful Moran's heart is in regards to Runyu's status. The friction of Moran's mouth through the thin fabric of his underwear makes him gasp, tensing briefly at the unfamiliarity of such intimacy. It has been an age since he last allowed himself such base and shameful pleasures, been an age since he allowed himself to chase any kind of joy at all.
With a low noise of encouragement, he carefully pushes Moran's hair over his shoulder and out of the way, allowing his little star to set their pace, remaining reactive and demanding nothing as is his nature. ]
no subject
No, you honor me.
[ Rare that Runyu is able to offer himself like this to anyone, least of all one who speaks his name, who has some glimpse of his true self no matter how doubtful Moran's heart is in regards to Runyu's status. The friction of Moran's mouth through the thin fabric of his underwear makes him gasp, tensing briefly at the unfamiliarity of such intimacy. It has been an age since he last allowed himself such base and shameful pleasures, been an age since he allowed himself to chase any kind of joy at all.
With a low noise of encouragement, he carefully pushes Moran's hair over his shoulder and out of the way, allowing his little star to set their pace, remaining reactive and demanding nothing as is his nature. ]