sleep deprived.

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[his face is hidden by the shelter of his arms, but it's obvious he's sleeping. and at the kitchen table of all places.]

[ooc: mild adult content. it's not that bad, you wussies.]

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[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[clenches his jaw.]

I'm not that short.

[aahn.livejournal.com]

Shorter than me.

[runs his finger along that tight jaw.]

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[it relaxes when he does.]

Do you think less of me, then?

[aahn.livejournal.com]

Of course n-

[and then he freezes.]

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

... well?

[you'd think he'd get the idea already.]

[aahn.livejournal.com]

[all the breath rushes through his clenched teeth, eyes shut. he stands, walking stiffly towards the exit. why is it always when I'm around -him-?]

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

What are you--

[click.]

... oh.

[aahn.livejournal.com]

[juuust keeps walking.]

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[and he follows out of curiosity.]

[aahn.livejournal.com]

[he's trying not to go bow-legged as he staggers slowly to the bathroom.]

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[figures touching him or helping him might not be such a good idea, so he keeps his distance.]

[aahn.livejournal.com]

[it'd at least make something like this feel worth it, but again he doesn't make it, crumbling against the wall and sliding down into a pile of twitches and gasps.]

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[a hand touches his shoulder, just lightly.]

All done...?

[aahn.livejournal.com]

N-no--

[leans his head back against the wall as his hips jump, fingers clawing at the floor. it feels like they just get longer and more stressing every time. it's coming close to the end though, and there's a very slight wetness forming in the front of his pants.]

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[both hands grabs his wrists and lift his hands off the floor.]

You'll cut up your fingers that way.

[aahn.livejournal.com]

[that's when he bellows out one last moan, not being able to cover his mouth while he comes one last time, breathless and wasted on pleasure.]

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[huff.]

You must be such a handful for your mother.

[aahn.livejournal.com]

That's why she tortured me and made me go to school.

[grinds that out between his teeth, not particularly happy at all.]

Get off my hands.

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[he lets go, holding his hands up in surrender.]

[aahn.livejournal.com]

[shoves himself up, lightheaded and shaky on his feet as he stomps off to his room.]

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[and on lighter feet, Roxas is close behind.]

[aahn.livejournal.com]

I'm not changing in front of you. Leave me alone.

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

I can close my eyes.

[aahn.livejournal.com]

Leave me alone.

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[arms cross over his chest. he tries the dissappointed look.]