[ good question, was he always, or is this an aberration for him? doppo has always cared deeply for hifumi, putting him above almost everything else even if doppo often denies it -- and jakurai, too, similarly. the man had often succeeded in pulling him out of the mires of his anxiety and the crushing negativity that's become his way of life.
jakurai, in many ways, had offered a path forward, and he and hifumi had carved out their places by his side. he looks down at him, the beautiful lidded eyes, the way light lavender locks slip through his fingers. jakurai looks like he had been carved by the very gods themselves, and as he looks down at him now, his thumb absently smooths over that soft bottom lip.
his instincts are roiling, desire bubbling to a fever pitch as jakurai submits, and he licks his own lips, the ferocious sanguis in him lending him courage. it makes him bold, reckless. it makes him chalk up a hundred thousand things he needs to apologise profusely for when the moon wanes.
hara-kiri won't be enough. ]
What if I said yes?
[ he says without thinking, steady-eyed and searching, as his fingers move to unbutton the doctor's shirt the rest of the way, splaying over his heart possessively. ]
The both of you -- are so important to me. You're both mine.
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jakurai, in many ways, had offered a path forward, and he and hifumi had carved out their places by his side. he looks down at him, the beautiful lidded eyes, the way light lavender locks slip through his fingers. jakurai looks like he had been carved by the very gods themselves, and as he looks down at him now, his thumb absently smooths over that soft bottom lip.
his instincts are roiling, desire bubbling to a fever pitch as jakurai submits, and he licks his own lips, the ferocious sanguis in him lending him courage. it makes him bold, reckless. it makes him chalk up a hundred thousand things he needs to apologise profusely for when the moon wanes.
hara-kiri won't be enough. ]
What if I said yes?
[ he says without thinking, steady-eyed and searching, as his fingers move to unbutton the doctor's shirt the rest of the way, splaying over his heart possessively. ]
The both of you -- are so important to me. You're both mine.