[makoto waits at the open front door, the porch light faint outside. soon as rin crosses the street and goes up the steps to 1476, makoto's smile visibly brightens. (this feeling doesn't get old.)]
[but without even a kiss hello, he puts his arms around rin's waist and picks the other up over his shoulder (sleepy, bullshit). inside they go, and if rin feels that this is unfair treatment, he'll probably feel more reason to be annoyed at the hand that is holding rin in place--via ass cup]
[when leaning in for a kiss has him lifted like a sack of flour, Rin does in fact feel like this is unfair treatment. naturally, he's opening his mouth to exclaim it so, but -- Makoto's quiet hushing (and the hand palming his ass firmly) has sharp jaws snapping shut in something like stunned bewilderment. it also stops him from squirming out of Makoto's arms using a few indelicate maneuvers that would no doubt draw some attention to the fact that he's being carried into the house like a big prize from a summer festival]
[sleepy, bullshit!!]
[all he can do is return a low hiss, hands fisting at Makoto's shirt]
If Momo sees me like this, I'm gonna pick you up and toss you out your own bedroom window. [what a cool and threatening thing to say, if it weren't followed by a higher pitched, very scandalised] -- Oi, that's not my hair you're petting, perv!
[that being said, they reach his room without makoto offering much of any retaliation against rin, because he is kind of sleepy, despite the physical effort that is perhaps showing otherwise. makoto places rin on his bed, to stand on his feet (after making sure slippers were tossed off his feet). the sheets are rumpled, proving that makoto had been in bed before deciding to bother both king and rin.]
[makoto stands before rin, and at this height difference, he is trying hard to hide the grin on his face, hands holding lightly onto rin's own]
Sorry, Rin.
[and, apology delivered, he lets go and turns to sit down on the bed, and onto his back, looking up (at dat ass)]
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i could brush your hair back and sing you to sleep
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i don't want to make out though
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i think we might have an unanimous vote to your presence for those three things
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come on i'm sleepy
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going now
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[but without even a kiss hello, he puts his arms around rin's waist and picks the other up over his shoulder (sleepy, bullshit). inside they go, and if rin feels that this is unfair treatment, he'll probably feel more reason to be annoyed at the hand that is holding rin in place--via ass cup]
Shh, everyone else is asleep.
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[sleepy, bullshit!!]
[all he can do is return a low hiss, hands fisting at Makoto's shirt]
If Momo sees me like this, I'm gonna pick you up and toss you out your own bedroom window. [what a cool and threatening thing to say, if it weren't followed by a higher pitched, very scandalised] -- Oi, that's not my hair you're petting, perv!
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[that being said, they reach his room without makoto offering much of any retaliation against rin, because he is kind of sleepy, despite the physical effort that is perhaps showing otherwise. makoto places rin on his bed, to stand on his feet (after making sure slippers were tossed off his feet). the sheets are rumpled, proving that makoto had been in bed before deciding to bother both king and rin.]
[makoto stands before rin, and at this height difference, he is trying hard to hide the grin on his face, hands holding lightly onto rin's own]
Sorry, Rin.
[and, apology delivered, he lets go and turns to sit down on the bed, and onto his back, looking up (at dat ass)]
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