"That...that little...I dunno, breathy sound, at the end of your sentences," the redhead mumbled, wondering if maybe he was hearing something that wasn't happening, if Makishima didn't note it either. Then again, if someone did something all the time, they were bound to miss it.
Shrugging it off and glancing over the balcony again, Reno noted the faint shiver with a smirk, rolling his eyes. Shrugging the coat off his shoulders, the Turk tossed it over Makishima's instead, rubbing them gently before returning to leaning over the railing with the coffee. Taking a long swallow, he considered his new boyfriend's past, curious about how mundane it was. Did that pose a problem in normal relationships? was his own life too exciting? Would they always have something to talk about? He knew he would, but would Makishima resent his activity? He supposed worrying so much about the possibilities was pointless, but it did matter that he was able to include the teen without bowling him over.
Not exactly worth puzzling over while enjoying coffee on his balcony, though.
And then he was right back to thinking inappropriate things. Eyes rolling off to the side and up, he pursed his lips and bit the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from asking if Makishima would be fine with a blow-job. He just had a sudden urge to give one, which was rare in itself. Maybe a good sign, he supposed, though he really needed to see someone about his pitifully hound-dog manners. A few more dates. THEN he could work on the swerve. Okay a couple more. Okay at least one...
Fuck it.
"So wait, if I'm your first like...date-date boyfriend. Then have you never...uh...y'know? Hm? Mm-mm? Hmmmm-n?" he mumbled, wiggling his fingers about and making vague gestures, attempting not to be too crude.
It just didn't seem possible to him. How could it be like that? How could no one have already swept in on it like a hawk or something? Some...other predatory...thing.
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Shrugging it off and glancing over the balcony again, Reno noted the faint shiver with a smirk, rolling his eyes. Shrugging the coat off his shoulders, the Turk tossed it over Makishima's instead, rubbing them gently before returning to leaning over the railing with the coffee. Taking a long swallow, he considered his new boyfriend's past, curious about how mundane it was. Did that pose a problem in normal relationships? was his own life too exciting? Would they always have something to talk about? He knew he would, but would Makishima resent his activity? He supposed worrying so much about the possibilities was pointless, but it did matter that he was able to include the teen without bowling him over.
Not exactly worth puzzling over while enjoying coffee on his balcony, though.
And then he was right back to thinking inappropriate things. Eyes rolling off to the side and up, he pursed his lips and bit the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from asking if Makishima would be fine with a blow-job. He just had a sudden urge to give one, which was rare in itself. Maybe a good sign, he supposed, though he really needed to see someone about his pitifully hound-dog manners. A few more dates. THEN he could work on the swerve. Okay a couple more. Okay at least one...
Fuck it.
"So wait, if I'm your first like...date-date boyfriend. Then have you never...uh...y'know? Hm? Mm-mm? Hmmmm-n?" he mumbled, wiggling his fingers about and making vague gestures, attempting not to be too crude.
It just didn't seem possible to him. How could it be like that? How could no one have already swept in on it like a hawk or something? Some...other predatory...thing.