[ —pfft. that gets leo to laugh, light and brilliant. he can't help it, the signs of irritation, the promise—tsukasa's so interesting, and he's so in love, so ready for whatever tsukasa will do back to him. right now, though, it's his turn, and he'll enjoy it, push tsukasa as well as he can.

he lifts himself a little more, and the hands that tighten in his hair make him release a pleased hum. pushing buttons is a good sign—he knows he can do that, he likes that he can do that. sometimes.

a lot of the time.

his hand lowers, slowly, again to the top of tsukasa's waistband. ]

I know, I know! I can't wait.

[ sure, that's something you can say in this case. he means it honestly, anyway. he removes his knee, shifts slowly, opting to kneel instead of lean over or straddle his boyfriend on the chair. so, he totally lied about switching places and sitting on tsukasa's lap, but—

—well, he can do that after.

after he's done focusing on removing tsukasa's pants, underwear, the rest of his composure. ]

Don't get annoyed, 'kay? I don't need to hear it, I just like hearing you say you want it sometimes. [ excuse him.

with the buttons undone, he hooks his fingers in, tugs lightly, and: ] Here, help me—