He sits across from you, a stoic yet anticipating look on his face, though you can see it in his deep violet irises— how excited he is coming to be. It always started like this is the beginning— either you or him suggesting something to try out, the nervousness and the pleasure than ensues.

This wasn’t new, this scene. In fact, it played quite often— but your intense gaze, nearly teasing him with the empty silence as your lips curl into a smirk. With the lights of the room dimmed to warm lamps, increasing the tension and sensuality in the air.

You tucked your hands behind your back, holding the item you intend to ‘try out for tonight’ tightly between in your fingers.’ Sanemi waits for you to initiate, but you could tell he was growing impatient.. the growing tint of pink dusted across his scarred cheeks said it all.

(you can choose what to do)