[it's enough for Irahl to drag in a heavier breath, a little through his teeth, when he feels that Robin isn't stopping. there's just that little skip, that little telling hesitation that is probably exactly what Robin is looking for, before Irahl finally makes a move to interrupt him.
he needs to interrupt him now, or he might get accused of liking it.
the hand on Robin's back lifts, to fumble down for his wrist instead, going to pull him away just far enough to not be dabbling in dangerous territory anymore.
and he's still peering down at Robin, able to see enough of his face in the dark to find his eyes. just watching. or accusing or demanding or conflicted. it's hard to tell.]
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he needs to interrupt him now, or he might get accused of liking it.
the hand on Robin's back lifts, to fumble down for his wrist instead, going to pull him away just far enough to not be dabbling in dangerous territory anymore.
and he's still peering down at Robin, able to see enough of his face in the dark to find his eyes. just watching. or accusing or demanding or conflicted. it's hard to tell.]