He heard the voice talking to him and turned his head slightly towards Kyouhei’s side, eyes still closed and totally unaware of the other’s expression. What was it nice about it? A part of him didn’t felt the need to answer, but another part felt like it wouldn’t change a thing to actually do it.
“It’s warm. It feels kinda soft” he started to describe what he felt “and you smell nice”
“Gah!” Kyouhei gasped, the palms of his hands digging into his eyes because he could look at anything right now or he would d i e.
Was that true?!?! It wasn’t like he could test it out for himself. He wasn’t a contortionist, and he was scent-blind to himself by this point… briefly, he wondered if the same could be said of Yuuto’s lap.
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.
To be true, the reason behind his headache was probably lack of sleep. Like always, he was up until early morning working in a new song, and today, unlike most days, he was woken up almost forcefully by his unit mate -they had things to do so it wasn’t his fault but Yuuto’s.
In any case, he was a bit sleepy, and the idea of laying down sounded rather appealing.
“I’ll take your offer on that, Kyouhei” Yuuto said, voice as rough as usual. Before the other could say anything, Yuuto had already laid down in the bench, resting his head on the other’s lap.
While Kyouhei had only been half-serious when he’d said he was joking, it still shocked the soul out of him when Yuuto adjusted on the bench and placed his head in his lap.
Something that sounded a lot like a malfunctioning dishwasher escaped from deep in his throat and his hands immediately went up in a defensive position, parallel to his body and in front of his beet-red face.
“D-do you… is your headache really that bad?” At least, that’s what the brunet assumed it was since Yuuto wasn’t pale or sweating, and he didn’t sound congested… Kyouhei let him be, for that reason, instead of flipping him out of his lap.