With his shirt gone, Haibara's hands move, fingers finding the buttons of Nanami's shirt, starting to loosen them, even as it remains tucked into his pants. He would have gone for the tie first, his gaze dropping to the length of fabric in Nanami's hand, the color bringing a softer smile to his lips.
Not that it lasts, Haibara releasing his shirt so he can lift himself onto the counter, wrapping his legs around Nanami's waist before leaning in to kiss him again, his eyes closing, hands sliding to push the shirt off Nanami's shoulders.
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Date: 2024-01-06 12:39 am (UTC)With his shirt gone, Haibara's hands move, fingers finding the buttons of Nanami's shirt, starting to loosen them, even as it remains tucked into his pants. He would have gone for the tie first, his gaze dropping to the length of fabric in Nanami's hand, the color bringing a softer smile to his lips.
Not that it lasts, Haibara releasing his shirt so he can lift himself onto the counter, wrapping his legs around Nanami's waist before leaning in to kiss him again, his eyes closing, hands sliding to push the shirt off Nanami's shoulders.