Unaware of the nervousness he had caused in the other, Yuuto simply closed his eyes and made himself comfortable by crossing his arms over his chest and fixing the position of his legs. Being tall was sometimes inconvenient.
“Kinda” he replied, not much more elaboration on his reply “Your lap feels nice, i like it”
If it was physically possible to steam out of one’s ears, Kyouhei was absolutely sure he was beyond the required temperature to achieve the feat. His hands even felt a bit sweaty, now crossed over his chest and clenched in his sleeves.
Yuuto’s comments were not helping.
What the brunet wouldn’t give for someone to rescue him from his own life, from the embarrassment glowing like a beacon on his face and in his chest. How awkward.
“Thanks? What even qualifies it as nice…?” The last part was more a question towards himself since he’d always just assumed his thighs and hips (that was what the lap consisted of, right?) to be average, just like the rest of him.