( For a moment, Esikko wonders if he's overstepped. The grip at his wrist is a tight one, and sitting this close to him on the bed makes it near impossible to miss the way he tenses up. But then he's complying, acting like it didn't happen, and saying he's not embarrassed.
He laughs. It's a small, unusually genuine one, and it's followed by him taking the sweatshirt and tank top that had been deposited in his lap just to drop them to the side and onto the floor himself. )
Yes. Because I do want to look at you.
( If Dabi says he isn't embarrassed, then there's no way he's going to miss out on seeing what sort of faces he makes. There's an interest that Esikko doesn't bother to hide as he turns his body more towards Dabi. With far more confidence than their last meeting, he pulls the tie of his jeogori loose, allowing it to slip from his shoulders with a simple shrug. Then, he places his hand on Dabi's chest.
He hasn't even let the man take his pants off yet, please. )
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He laughs. It's a small, unusually genuine one, and it's followed by him taking the sweatshirt and tank top that had been deposited in his lap just to drop them to the side and onto the floor himself. )
Yes. Because I do want to look at you.
( If Dabi says he isn't embarrassed, then there's no way he's going to miss out on seeing what sort of faces he makes. There's an interest that Esikko doesn't bother to hide as he turns his body more towards Dabi. With far more confidence than their last meeting, he pulls the tie of his jeogori loose, allowing it to slip from his shoulders with a simple shrug. Then, he places his hand on Dabi's chest.
He hasn't even let the man take his pants off yet, please. )
Is that surprising? Consider it a doctor's fee.