[Are they? Originally, Eichi had thought it would be a no. There were so many who were too careful, stopping too soon, not going hard enough— but it's true, isn't it? He's always asking for it rougher, harder, more intense. He's never once asked for it to be softer like this. Tender. Emotional...
It's a far more vulnerable and intimate thing, after all. The realization hits him incredibly hard, and his face is more red than it's been in a long time, he thinks. It's like Midorima has opened up his chest, straight to his heart— how is he supposed to react? What's he supposed to think? He's afraid, he's a little afraid— but pushes that panic down, the fear of rejection and abandonment covered by the incredible warmth he feels from these actions. No one has ever paid his body this much attention, and he loves it more than he thought he would.
He doesn't know what to say. He's at a loss for words, face turning to the side as he lets out a quiet noise with the mark to the back of his knee. He can't stop squirming, leaning into every touch as much as he can in this precarious position, begging for more of this attention with motions like this, but still shying away from it with his face, with his silence.
Ahh, it's unfair, this method... He's wanting to beg for more already.]
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[Are they? Originally, Eichi had thought it would be a no. There were so many who were too careful, stopping too soon, not going hard enough— but it's true, isn't it? He's always asking for it rougher, harder, more intense. He's never once asked for it to be softer like this. Tender. Emotional...
It's a far more vulnerable and intimate thing, after all. The realization hits him incredibly hard, and his face is more red than it's been in a long time, he thinks. It's like Midorima has opened up his chest, straight to his heart— how is he supposed to react? What's he supposed to think? He's afraid, he's a little afraid— but pushes that panic down, the fear of rejection and abandonment covered by the incredible warmth he feels from these actions. No one has ever paid his body this much attention, and he loves it more than he thought he would.
He doesn't know what to say. He's at a loss for words, face turning to the side as he lets out a quiet noise with the mark to the back of his knee. He can't stop squirming, leaning into every touch as much as he can in this precarious position, begging for more of this attention with motions like this, but still shying away from it with his face, with his silence.
Ahh, it's unfair, this method... He's wanting to beg for more already.]