[ The kiss caused Renji to still. All the anxious shifting of his feet and the searching look in his eyes as Keigo dragged on the silence once again came to a halt when his lips pressed onto his. For all his inhuman speed, it still took him by surprise. Without thinking, his hand not already grasping Keigo's settled on his hip, gently drawing him near. It wasn't anything like the way they'd kissed before, void of greedy desperation threaded with hot lust and need. And Renji didn't make it anything more than it was, something soft and close between... two people.
Renji let his hand slip from Keigo's hip as he stepped back and ignored the impulse to analyze what this tender kiss meant beyond that. They had intense sexual chemistry and equally intense friendship. If there was potential for more to their relationship than that, well. It just wasn't possible for a shinigami and a human to be together in the real world, and it was a waste of time thinking about impossibilities.
Instead, he fixed his focus on Keigo's smile, relieved to see that after all the tears the clouds had cleared.
His response was quick and blunt as if he was trying to show how unaffected he was and failing, in no small part thanks to how his face was still tinged with spots of red. ]
No problem.
[ Renji released Keigo's hand after a second as if he fitted so comfortably in his grasp that he'd forgotten he was holding him. He felt the danger in their entwined hands, too. Keigo could be as free as he wanted to express his profound admiration for him, but Renji couldn't bare his soul to Keigo any more than he already had. It was overwhelmingly embarrassing to think he'd ever said so plainly how much their bond meant to him.
He rubbed the back of his neck, stepping back to put a little more space between them, and glanced askance. ]
So... don't keep that kinda shit to yourself anymore.
[ His eyes flicked briefly back to Keigo's face, gauging if he could tell that Renji really meant that he didn't want Keigo to keep his troubles from him. Even without their hands knit tight together, he felt like he'd unwittingly let Keigo slip into a crack in his facade of collected assurance. ]
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Renji let his hand slip from Keigo's hip as he stepped back and ignored the impulse to analyze what this tender kiss meant beyond that. They had intense sexual chemistry and equally intense friendship. If there was potential for more to their relationship than that, well. It just wasn't possible for a shinigami and a human to be together in the real world, and it was a waste of time thinking about impossibilities.
Instead, he fixed his focus on Keigo's smile, relieved to see that after all the tears the clouds had cleared.
His response was quick and blunt as if he was trying to show how unaffected he was and failing, in no small part thanks to how his face was still tinged with spots of red. ]
No problem.
[ Renji released Keigo's hand after a second as if he fitted so comfortably in his grasp that he'd forgotten he was holding him. He felt the danger in their entwined hands, too. Keigo could be as free as he wanted to express his profound admiration for him, but Renji couldn't bare his soul to Keigo any more than he already had. It was overwhelmingly embarrassing to think he'd ever said so plainly how much their bond meant to him.
He rubbed the back of his neck, stepping back to put a little more space between them, and glanced askance. ]
So... don't keep that kinda shit to yourself anymore.
[ His eyes flicked briefly back to Keigo's face, gauging if he could tell that Renji really meant that he didn't want Keigo to keep his troubles from him. Even without their hands knit tight together, he felt like he'd unwittingly let Keigo slip into a crack in his facade of collected assurance. ]
Alright?