[ All Yuji wants is to take care of him, to show that he is cherished, that Yuji likes him so much, that he deserves to feel wanted and taken care of in the ways that Yuji himself had been a touch bereft of in the last few weeks at home. He, in Neo Tokyo, things are so much better - he's happier, softer, safer, able to let some of his tension bleed away - and that keeps him wanting to share that tenderness.
They can take it slow. They can talk, can communicate, because it's not as if Yuji has done any of this before. It's not as if he's ever experienced anything that's made him feel this warm.
Leaning back in, he presses a kiss to Raidou's forehead, his cheek, peppering them over his face before he lets himself go back to his neck, mouth exploring. It's not as if he intends to leave a little necklace of marks against his skin, but that's how it seems to be unfolding, Yuji not quite able to stop himself from it as his hands trail up and down, stroking. ]
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They can take it slow. They can talk, can communicate, because it's not as if Yuji has done any of this before. It's not as if he's ever experienced anything that's made him feel this warm.
Leaning back in, he presses a kiss to Raidou's forehead, his cheek, peppering them over his face before he lets himself go back to his neck, mouth exploring. It's not as if he intends to leave a little necklace of marks against his skin, but that's how it seems to be unfolding, Yuji not quite able to stop himself from it as his hands trail up and down, stroking. ]