[ every time something changes ryouma can feel his heart pounding and can't help but wonder if sannan is aware of it too. there's nothing for the unconscious responses he can't control; his nature as a servant clearly doesn't stop him from having very human urges. he squirms a little in his seat, trying not to think about the hand on his thigh.
of course, in trying not to think about it, he's thinking about it a lot instead.
at the firm pressure he yields easily and tilts his head. the real resistance is what's keeping him from telling on himself more directly about what having that hand on his leg is doing to him right now. having to wonder if he's reading too much into their interactions so far or if he's just pent up. at least he's dressed like he is right now; tight white pants would be so much worse. ]
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of course, in trying not to think about it, he's thinking about it a lot instead.
at the firm pressure he yields easily and tilts his head. the real resistance is what's keeping him from telling on himself more directly about what having that hand on his leg is doing to him right now. having to wonder if he's reading too much into their interactions so far or if he's just pent up. at least he's dressed like he is right now; tight white pants would be so much worse. ]