[It was a completely transparent bluff. Komaeda wasn't truly trying to hide his feelings from Atem, not when he wears them so plainly, even with a face that can only manage the nuance of expressions. But even with all of the walls coming down between them, it still feels like too much, too fast. Like their relationship is currently on a speedrun, because Atem's brush with Despair has pressed a fast-forward button.
Komaeda doesn't dislike it, per se, but maybe deep down he knows that the longer he stalls this out, the more likely he'll be able to keep Atem by his side—and maybe convince him otherwise of his world ending plans.
For now, though, he focuses on the fingers that trail down his throat. Claws barely scrape his scales, tickle close to the tender flesh around his gills that flare outward, as if they're shivering. The blue flush that claims his skin crawls lower, coloring in the wake of Atem's touch.]
My next wish... Is to know what you've imagined doing with me.
[A pause, and then he clears his throat, tearing his gaze away from Atem's.]
It doesn't have to be dirty, or anything! I just... Want to know what you've imagined being in a relationship together to be like.
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Komaeda doesn't dislike it, per se, but maybe deep down he knows that the longer he stalls this out, the more likely he'll be able to keep Atem by his side—and maybe convince him otherwise of his world ending plans.
For now, though, he focuses on the fingers that trail down his throat. Claws barely scrape his scales, tickle close to the tender flesh around his gills that flare outward, as if they're shivering. The blue flush that claims his skin crawls lower, coloring in the wake of Atem's touch.]
My next wish... Is to know what you've imagined doing with me.
[A pause, and then he clears his throat, tearing his gaze away from Atem's.]
It doesn't have to be dirty, or anything! I just... Want to know what you've imagined being in a relationship together to be like.