[Rex leans over to brush one of the many tousled locks of hair from Denji’s face, looking deep in thought as he’s doing so. He’s incredibly close, their faces are almost touching, and they’re both butt-ass naked in the middle of this Jim Henson bathhouse… And yet Rex doesn’t seem to be lacking in confidence at all.
He finishes by tucking that wayward strand behind the younger boy’s ear, with a very particular sort of manner. His touch lingers, drawing against the skin atop the earlobe in an oddly suggestive way.
It’s only then that his spiteful, brazen gaze returns. He doesn’t move his face away.]
Whoops!
Sorry.
[Said like he is not sorry, not even a little bit.
2/2
He finishes by tucking that wayward strand behind the younger boy’s ear, with a very particular sort of manner. His touch lingers, drawing against the skin atop the earlobe in an oddly suggestive way.
It’s only then that his spiteful, brazen gaze returns. He doesn’t move his face away.]
Whoops!
Sorry.
[Said like he is not sorry, not even a little bit.
Rex finally leans back.]
I guess it got away.