-- and Josh is going to see things from his perspective now, and what that night was like: standing outside of the club, out back, with the heavy thrum of the music a distant vibration through one's body. The Blade King there, against the wall. Makoto's arms braced on either side of his head.
"You can't keep this up, and both of us know it. You need to let me go."
"Don't you dare even think that I'm going to do that."
More words, voices escalating - or, more accurately, Makoto's. Hikaru Shinta continues to remain painfully, infuriatingly calm, even as the look in his eyes is dark and maybe a little sad.
He still looked that way, even after Makoto closes in and kisses that mouth, fierce and rough. It's not the kind of kiss that's looking for reciprocation: it's the kind of kiss that demands a response, regardless of whether the other party wants to give it or not.
And he's letting Makoto do that. He waits all the way until Makoto's pulling back, breath harsh and accusing in his lungs, and watching him again with that same look that is driving him up the wall.
"You need to let me go."
Once the memory's done, Makoto's very quietly lifting the cigarette to his lips and taking another long drag.]
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-- and Josh is going to see things from his perspective now, and what that night was like: standing outside of the club, out back, with the heavy thrum of the music a distant vibration through one's body. The Blade King there, against the wall. Makoto's arms braced on either side of his head.
"You can't keep this up, and both of us know it. You need to let me go."
"Don't you dare even think that I'm going to do that."
More words, voices escalating - or, more accurately, Makoto's. Hikaru Shinta continues to remain painfully, infuriatingly calm, even as the look in his eyes is dark and maybe a little sad.
He still looked that way, even after Makoto closes in and kisses that mouth, fierce and rough. It's not the kind of kiss that's looking for reciprocation: it's the kind of kiss that demands a response, regardless of whether the other party wants to give it or not.
And he's letting Makoto do that. He waits all the way until Makoto's pulling back, breath harsh and accusing in his lungs, and watching him again with that same look that is driving him up the wall.
"You need to let me go."
Once the memory's done, Makoto's very quietly lifting the cigarette to his lips and taking another long drag.]