[ Watching Kojiro process whatever is going on inside his mind is admittedly nerve-racking for Kaoru. He doesn't know what kind of demons he may be battling, whether Kaoru should feel responsible or not. If it's about being a man, he'll feel guilty; if it's about Ainosuke, he'll feel disgusting; if it's about something else, he'll do his best to understand. The most important part is that Kojiro doesn't pull away, and in fact he soon leans in to kiss Kaoru and—oh. His stomach twists as he thinks he understands what Kojiro is worrying so much about, the softness of his touch telling him things that neither of them have put into words. Kojiro cares about Kaoru, cares about the fact that he was hurt and violated, and Kaoru knows without being told that Kojiro doesn't want to do the same to him as Ainosuke had.
At least it's not enough to stop him, and Kaoru tugs at his hair when those large hands find his ass. Biting back a whimper when he stops, Kaoru looks down into that nervous expression but soft, soft eyes. Nodding, his hands turn more gentle as he strokes the hair back from Kojiro's face. ]
Yeah... Yeah, of course. I can do it and show you, or I can tell you how.
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At least it's not enough to stop him, and Kaoru tugs at his hair when those large hands find his ass. Biting back a whimper when he stops, Kaoru looks down into that nervous expression but soft, soft eyes. Nodding, his hands turn more gentle as he strokes the hair back from Kojiro's face. ]
Yeah... Yeah, of course. I can do it and show you, or I can tell you how.