Kosuke was a worrywart and Gin had noticed that a while ago, but he did fine, otherwise he would have had to put his hands on himself and figure half of this out on his own, even though he lacked expertise, it was, well, fine. Nothing to write home about, but that would be ridiculous anyway. While his heart still beat in his chest a bit, he put his lower arm over his eyes and leaned back, taking a sweet, sweet moment to gather his disordered thoughts that flourished in all kinds of directions - when was the last time someone had pleased him? That had to have been a while, and to kick after that amount of effort like an empty can in the curb of the road wouldn't feel right. At long last, Kosuke came back, his absence lasting both a second and an eternity likewise, causing Gin to wonder if he had been sitting on this mattress for five hours or just a few moments. Right. There was something he wanted to do, but what? With the mattress shifting below him, he finally took his arm off of his eyes and looked over at Kosuke, who seemed to have gotten rid of it all.
"Too far? No, that was just fine.", Gin replied, amused at the sudden apology. What for? There really was no need to be so shy, not when this man was ... well, Kosuke surely had beat up a lot of people in his lifetime and now he felt as if this was too far? What a dork this guy was. "I liked it.", he snickered, opening his heart much more to the situation that had just transpired - it was odd to not give Kosuke literal lipservice and besides, receiving like that just wasn't something Gin was necessarily used to, which ought to be something weird, but most of his customers didn't give much of a damn either way. What now, then? They still had a bit of time, didn't they? Losing track of it all wasn't good, though, Gin did pride himself in knowing things and his punctuality, if nothing else aside form his looks, which would fade eventually, as he had been told. Almost fearful and spooked by his own thoughts, he grabbed Kosukes face and plastered a kiss onto his lips. "Cat got your tongue? What's on your mind, big guy?", Gin immediately teased him.
"Too far? No, that was just fine.", Gin replied, amused at the sudden apology. What for? There really was no need to be so shy, not when this man was ... well, Kosuke surely had beat up a lot of people in his lifetime and now he felt as if this was too far? What a dork this guy was. "I liked it.", he snickered, opening his heart much more to the situation that had just transpired - it was odd to not give Kosuke literal lipservice and besides, receiving like that just wasn't something Gin was necessarily used to, which ought to be something weird, but most of his customers didn't give much of a damn either way. What now, then? They still had a bit of time, didn't they? Losing track of it all wasn't good, though, Gin did pride himself in knowing things and his punctuality, if nothing else aside form his looks, which would fade eventually, as he had been told. Almost fearful and spooked by his own thoughts, he grabbed Kosukes face and plastered a kiss onto his lips. "Cat got your tongue? What's on your mind, big guy?", Gin immediately teased him.
Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.