[poor Irahl is at absolutely no fault, here. if Robin were of sound mind and possessed any foresight, he probably wouldn't have done this. he'd have settled for a hug and a warm body and called it strategic bonding.
but he is ruled by his sappy little heart and his spill-over feelings, these days. hearing him groan is amazing, but hearing him say his name stops his breath in his throat. his face snaps up to stare at him, lips parted in surprise or arousal or--whatever the reason, it hardly matters.]
What? [--escapes him before he can think. what does he want? what can he do to make him happy? his fingers curl aimlessly in Irahl's grip while he waits.]
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but he is ruled by his sappy little heart and his spill-over feelings, these days. hearing him groan is amazing, but hearing him say his name stops his breath in his throat. his face snaps up to stare at him, lips parted in surprise or arousal or--whatever the reason, it hardly matters.]
What? [--escapes him before he can think. what does he want? what can he do to make him happy? his fingers curl aimlessly in Irahl's grip while he waits.]