Kanda:

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“Ah! -”

His small noises where becoming louder, as his sensitivity and discomfort increased.He could hardly cling onto his angry gaze, and it kept flickering from pitiful back to anger.He couldn’t keep this up. 

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{- ✶ -} The flickering attitude was lost on Lavi– green eye trying to look everywhere that Kanda wasn’t. But, he was like a magnet. Maybe it was what he was doing, but something seemed really different about Kanda, right now– something strangely seductive. That wasn’t good.



            “Of course I can!” Lavi hisses, mind brought back to the game– but it felt different with someone watching. Every instinctual movement of fingers felt like some sort of deliberate movement– like he was somehow putting on a show, here. That wasn’t right at all, was it? But his own wandering eye had caught the single fact that Kanda’s eyes hadn’t left him. Damn, if that didn’t make him want to come–

           "Christ, Kan– have you secretly been a fag this whole time?“ His words catch in his throat, and his small laugh turns into shaky breaths. Shit. Normally he can last longer than this, but he’d just noticed the wet spot forming on his shirt– the shirt which Kanda was wearing. No wonder he looked different than usual. Shit.