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 Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 3:37 pm
Reizo stood with his face to the window for a few moments, masking his indecisive expression. Curiosity was...a bad thing. But he had never been with a Gehaka before. For all his experience in the world, the Haka was relatively unexperianced in this. He wanted Kei as his, before someone else picked him up.
He knew what he wanted, at least right at this moment. Sharply, the Haka turned, strode the distance between them and tipped Kei's head up, enough so that their faces even, with one finger under the man's chin. For a moment, he simply regarded Kei, face studiously blank though emotions roiled underneath.
And then, just long enough for the Haka's satisfaction, he kissed Kei. Since he'd kissed before, the action was demanding. After a moment, he pulled back, eyes narrowed and caluculating. He just...didn't know.
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 8:31 pm
He waited somewhat patiently for something to happen, though what came next was certainly unexpected. A finger had slid under his chin, which did tip obediently. For a moment, those light sapphire eyes snapped up to the emerald set opposite them as well as the pretty face they belonged to. Then they lowered a bit, straying to the accepted place at Reizo's lips. Only those were closing in now, too.
When the other kissed him, the Gehaka stiffened slightly, though didn't dare move otherwise. He had certainly never kissed a Haka before- not even his mother. He'd never been kissed like this, though it couldn't really be called much. Never given the proper time to respond, Kei stood stunned for a moment, tanned cheeks dusting themselves hotly. The fact that he held a rather deep-seated distain for Haka relayed itself in his mind, and here he was allowing himself to be kissed by one. And it hadn't felt half bad, to make it all the worse.
He didn't mind Reizo, though, some rebellious part of his mind reasoned. It wasn't as if the artist was really different from other Haka in most respects, but he was different. At least, he seemed so to Kei. He was... likable. The Gehaka straightened as the redhead pulled away, as if trying to gain a strong and almost stoic stance even though his head was swimming with emotion and he was blushing just a bit. It meant nothing- only a test, right? Now he felt like a piece of produce being inspecting, torn between whether he'd want to be worthy or unworthy in this Haka's eyes. Of course, he wouldn't move unless allowed- if anything, he respected Reizo.
"Akimatsu-sama..."
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