[ as much as he doesn't want to (because he's scared it'll stop, or haruki will yell at him or something again), he's relieved for a second when haruki breaks off, especially because he feels his knee between his legs. he buries his face into the side of haruki's neck for a moment, although it's mostly so he can gasp quietly and gather himself for a second — his breathing and heartrate are much quicker now, but it's nice to still feel haruki's hands in his hair...and his ear?
he's not thinking about that too much right now, because what haruki says next to him causes him to scoff somewhere between a laugh and taking slight offensive at his words. he didn't expect that. he lifts his face again to directly pout at the other, brows knitting as he searches haruki's expression regardless of the other's damn eyes being closed. ]
Who's the pervert, again?
[ mind you, haruki's knee is the one between his legs...not that it stops reiji from grinding down just a little harder onto it, to drill that fact in and also because it feels good. it's exciting. he's feeling hotter than he usually does when he drinks too much, and he doesn't think he's even drank himself to being as shitfaced as he normally likes to; he's not slurring his speech too badly and he's a little too in control of his own movements. like how he purposefully shoves his hands up beneath the undershirt of haruki's (well, his dad's) suit to run his palms directly against haruki's skin. he's warmer than he usually is, too. some vampire. ]
...No.
[ not for lack of wanting to. but like hell he's saying that. don't ask him pervert questions!!! ]
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he's not thinking about that too much right now, because what haruki says next to him causes him to scoff somewhere between a laugh and taking slight offensive at his words. he didn't expect that. he lifts his face again to directly pout at the other, brows knitting as he searches haruki's expression regardless of the other's damn eyes being closed. ]
Who's the pervert, again?
[ mind you, haruki's knee is the one between his legs...not that it stops reiji from grinding down just a little harder onto it, to drill that fact in and also because it feels good. it's exciting. he's feeling hotter than he usually does when he drinks too much, and he doesn't think he's even drank himself to being as shitfaced as he normally likes to; he's not slurring his speech too badly and he's a little too in control of his own movements. like how he purposefully shoves his hands up beneath the undershirt of haruki's (well, his dad's) suit to run his palms directly against haruki's skin. he's warmer than he usually is, too. some vampire. ]
...No.
[ not for lack of wanting to. but like hell he's saying that. don't ask him pervert questions!!! ]