Gyre glances back when he hears the deadbolt slide into place, an unconscious anxiety rising up in him at the sound. The dark room also isn't helping his nerves, and he reaches out to hold Luka's side as he waits for the lights.
Once they come on, his unease isn't helped at all. He actually jumps as he looks around the room, and he suddenly feels very deeply that he should not be here. This is all so personal. He can't help but imagine Luka coming in and seeing the particular ways that he leaves his own things around. To be clear, he's not judging Luka for having a messy room. Rather, the particular way the room is messy feels like secret knowledge that he shouldn't know, like Luka's revealed a little piece of his soul to him with this.
He's still looking around the room and thinking about how he's going to get out of it, since the princess clearly doesn't understand what he's revealing here, when those arms settle over his shoulders. His attention snaps up to his face and he uh suddenly, completely forgets about this weird feeling in his stomach. He's just absolutely absorbed by this man, caught up in his beauty so quickly it leaves him a little breathless once again.
"My... priorities," he muses, his hands wandering to his sides and then up along his ribs, exploring for a moment. One hand winds slowly around his back then slipping downwards to finger the waist of his pants, and he makes a low, thoughtful noise. He catches the hem of his shirt between his fingers, touching his bare skin for a moment, lifting the shirt just slightly.
"Let me get this off you, and I'll decide then?" he purrs, pulling the cloth up even higher so he might see the edge of Luka's stomach in a moment. He'll stop if the other wants him to, of course, but if he lets him, he's going to pull this off over the princess' head.
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Once they come on, his unease isn't helped at all. He actually jumps as he looks around the room, and he suddenly feels very deeply that he should not be here. This is all so personal. He can't help but imagine Luka coming in and seeing the particular ways that he leaves his own things around. To be clear, he's not judging Luka for having a messy room. Rather, the particular way the room is messy feels like secret knowledge that he shouldn't know, like Luka's revealed a little piece of his soul to him with this.
He's still looking around the room and thinking about how he's going to get out of it, since the princess clearly doesn't understand what he's revealing here, when those arms settle over his shoulders. His attention snaps up to his face and he uh suddenly, completely forgets about this weird feeling in his stomach. He's just absolutely absorbed by this man, caught up in his beauty so quickly it leaves him a little breathless once again.
"My... priorities," he muses, his hands wandering to his sides and then up along his ribs, exploring for a moment. One hand winds slowly around his back then slipping downwards to finger the waist of his pants, and he makes a low, thoughtful noise. He catches the hem of his shirt between his fingers, touching his bare skin for a moment, lifting the shirt just slightly.
"Let me get this off you, and I'll decide then?" he purrs, pulling the cloth up even higher so he might see the edge of Luka's stomach in a moment. He'll stop if the other wants him to, of course, but if he lets him, he's going to pull this off over the princess' head.