[ toji hasn't suddenly learned russian or even guessed the content of cain's words, he's just teasing back like he would with anyone else. being missed is even more unfathomable than being wanted, and he's still grappling with the idea of having space that isn't begged, bartered, or stolen in anyone's life.
even this surely still counts as bartered. he gives cain something cain so desperately needs, something to have, somewhere to belong, and in return cain offers the only currency he's ever known, has ever had to give, the bloody hacked off pieces of his body and soul. toji would take him whole, wants to piece him together and give him back to the world complete, but toji is hardly in position to give something he has never known himself.
it's laughable, the blind leading the blind, but still, toji also can't find a way to let go. toji is poison, and cain deserves better, could have better, should have better, and toji lets himself be dragged down into him. more than just passively allowing but sliding arms around cain to pull him closer in turn, both bearing down on his lover with his weight and caging him in more tightly still. he bridges the space between them in a slow kiss, as sensual as it is claiming.
they should talk. they really need to talk. toji palms his way under the hem of cain's shirt.]
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[ toji hasn't suddenly learned russian or even guessed the content of cain's words, he's just teasing back like he would with anyone else. being missed is even more unfathomable than being wanted, and he's still grappling with the idea of having space that isn't begged, bartered, or stolen in anyone's life.
even this surely still counts as bartered. he gives cain something cain so desperately needs, something to have, somewhere to belong, and in return cain offers the only currency he's ever known, has ever had to give, the bloody hacked off pieces of his body and soul. toji would take him whole, wants to piece him together and give him back to the world complete, but toji is hardly in position to give something he has never known himself.
it's laughable, the blind leading the blind, but still, toji also can't find a way to let go. toji is poison, and cain deserves better, could have better, should have better, and toji lets himself be dragged down into him. more than just passively allowing but sliding arms around cain to pull him closer in turn, both bearing down on his lover with his weight and caging him in more tightly still. he bridges the space between them in a slow kiss, as sensual as it is claiming.
they should talk. they really need to talk. toji palms his way under the hem of cain's shirt.]