[It's strange. This body's never been in this position. He's never pressed himself against someone. He's never held on tight, or thought about the difference in warmth between the places where his fingers touch skin and where they clothing. For this Tokiomi, it's completely new and frightening -- but it's something the other Tokiomi knew, briefly and with hurried hunger, and those distant echoes are enough to "remind" him how to move.]
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We have class today, you know...
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[He shrugs - Gil doesn't pay attention to these sorts of things]
...some number of days. Or something. Tomorrow can be one of them, if you must.
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[He presses another kisses to Tokiomi's jawline - to make his point and sweeten the deal]
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[He's making a show of over-considering, even as he returns that gesture and brushes his fingertips across Gil's temple.]
You make a tempting offer, but I fear your motivation is entirely in your own nether regions.