[ A laugh chokes up in his throat. He had fully been expecting a no, prim and disdainful, and while he is granted that withering look he's become so familiar with Matoba once again surprises him. It had been half a bluff; now, given the chance to do so, the overwhelming desire to take it blooms. Somehow, Rokurou's only managed to mess with himself here.
It would be too shameful to say no now, he decides. So, without any more ceremony, the daemon turns to rest the back of his skull into the cushion of Matoba's lap. The couch is long enough that he is able to kick his heels up and lay out long, making himself perfectly comfortable. With the smell of flora and the faux sky, the comfort of the closest they can get to outside, and the faint heat of the body pressed against his...
..... It's not bad.
He looks up at the other man from beneath drooping lashes, eyes squinting in the pleasure of it. ]
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It would be too shameful to say no now, he decides. So, without any more ceremony, the daemon turns to rest the back of his skull into the cushion of Matoba's lap. The couch is long enough that he is able to kick his heels up and lay out long, making himself perfectly comfortable. With the smell of flora and the faux sky, the comfort of the closest they can get to outside, and the faint heat of the body pressed against his...
..... It's not bad.
He looks up at the other man from beneath drooping lashes, eyes squinting in the pleasure of it. ]