I’m feeling RESTLESS. have a lil pinch of what I’ve been working on :•)

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The request should surprise you, but it doesn’t. It’s like your body knew it was coming, intrinsically, because in the space of a heartbeat you’re holding your hand out, palm up, an offering.

Keigo takes it between both of his, presses it flat, swallows it up.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs. His gaze is pinned to your piled hands. His fingers flex against yours. “Are you cold?”

“No,” you tell him.

Even so, he shuffles toward you. Your bent knees prevent him from getting too close, but your clasped hands fit nicely in the leftover space. They hover between your chests, concealed in the hollow of your bodies like a little secret.

You can feel his breath, a humid heat against your cheeks. You don’t understand his expression, tranquil and something raw, something that echoes through you in turn.

“Is that better?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you say. You squeeze his fingers “Thanks.”