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š˜Øš˜³š˜¢š˜ŗš˜“š˜°š˜Æ ([personal profile] farcry) wrote in [community profile] houseofsushi 2020-10-01 04:03 pm (UTC)

[ It unfolds like dominoes—one thing to the next. He stretches out on the daybed when Sizhui asks him to and then reaches out for the drink when Jason holds it out to him. It looks sugary and is as delicious as it seems when he takes a sip. It’s true, it’d be rude for him to turn it down when Sizhui is already at his side, knitting together the gash.

And it’d be a simple thing had the tension in the air not been palpable. If he wasn’t acutely aware of the way he couldn’t stop watching when Jason’s tongue comes and swipes the wetness off his own fingers. Or if he wasn’t thinking about the way Jason’s gaze traces around him, like he wants to see all of him.

He’s not even drunk.

After staring at Jason for a little too long, he closes his eyes, letting himself focus on the way Sizui’s hands drift over his skin. One leg is bent across the width of the daybed, the other stretched out in front of him as he half-props himself on the back. A breath sighs out again as a shiver runs up his spine. Though there’s tension in the air, the tension in his side relaxes under the sensation.

Is this really what Jason feels when he’s with Sizhui?

Dark lashes flutter as Dick looks at Sizhui, gaze lidded in his relaxation. It’s a relief as the pain ebbs away and it’s with a mix of fascination and gratefulness that he reaches out to edge a hand underneath Sizhui’s, letting his fingers drift over a soft, tingly palm. ]


How are you—doing that?

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