So caught up in his fluttering feelings and bashful retelling of things Komaeda had, wholly, assumed would forever stay in the dark, he doesn't realize what's going on with Atem until he's already being taken by the jaw. It startles him, only for a split second, as the surprise that widens his already overlarge eyes by a fraction quickly melts away to reveal something else.
There's a hot spark of excitement running under his skin like a current, only fueled more by how intense the look that Atem wears is. Did he enjoy hearing such stories? It almost feels like a miracle. Komaeda has never really talked about his fantasies so boldly before, not even with Lila, so to see with his own eyes how well received they are mixes an odd sense of relief with his own greedy want for more of that. He wants to be desired and loved so badly, that it consumes him. More than that, the thought of being of use to the person he loves is...]
That's another question, [he tries to sound coy when he says it, but his own racing heart is undoing it so easily. When he swallows, he feels the way his jaw muscles tense under that commanding touch,] shouldn't it be my wish, now?
[RYSLIG/Closed] non-canon PSL w/ Atem
So caught up in his fluttering feelings and bashful retelling of things Komaeda had, wholly, assumed would forever stay in the dark, he doesn't realize what's going on with Atem until he's already being taken by the jaw. It startles him, only for a split second, as the surprise that widens his already overlarge eyes by a fraction quickly melts away to reveal something else.
There's a hot spark of excitement running under his skin like a current, only fueled more by how intense the look that Atem wears is. Did he enjoy hearing such stories? It almost feels like a miracle. Komaeda has never really talked about his fantasies so boldly before, not even with Lila, so to see with his own eyes how well received they are mixes an odd sense of relief with his own greedy want for more of that. He wants to be desired and loved so badly, that it consumes him. More than that, the thought of being of use to the person he loves is...]
That's another question, [he tries to sound coy when he says it, but his own racing heart is undoing it so easily. When he swallows, he feels the way his jaw muscles tense under that commanding touch,] shouldn't it be my wish, now?
[It's a game, after all.]