[✔️] Deer-Like Eyes | Tarochan/Sungtaro

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Uh, warnings I guess: abuse

Yo this chapter is gonna be shitty as I wrote it, then I when back and changed some paragraphs to make them more, like, softer I guess cause I feel like I made them too, "different from them irl". Of course they're supposed to be different, but I wanna keep some of their like, personality/features/idkwhatyoudcallit you know?

Anyway carry on

Please comment, your comments are my motivation;-;

January 9, Sunday, 2020

[Shotaro/No Ones POV]

   He's seen thoses eyes before. Wide, round, deer-like. In a second it clicked, the boy in the forest. His eyes were exactly like the one's in the forest; the same, deep brown eyes with a youthful innocence in them. He felt himself blush lightly –but not enough for the other to be able to see because of the shadows in the alley– remembering how he had ranted to his friends about the very person beneath him, how he had had his eyes in his mind for the last few weeks. As much as he wanted to have met the boy in a much nicer environment, it seemed fate decided against it. Instead, having them met in a peculiar situation... one where he was essentially, robbed.

   "Can—" He snapped out of his blur of thoughts, focusing on the boy beneath him that was speaking between pants, obvious not used to running for such a long time. "Can you get off me?"

   "When you give me back my wallet." As much as he wanted to speak in a friendly manner, his voice was stern, soft, but stern and firm.

The brunet let out a puff of air, rolling his eyes exaggeratingly as he muttered, "The wallet, of course..." under his breath. "Fine but– I can't reach it if you're holding my hands up!" He exclaimed, trying to pull his wrists away from where he had them held just above the brunet's head.

   Shotaro rolled his eyes. "And I'm not letting go until I get my wallet back," Seeing the other about to speak he spoke again himself, "You tell me where my wallet is, and I'm gonna grab it and go, okay?"

   He glared directly into those brown orbs, finding them beautiful along side the rest of the boys features. But, right now, his wallet is more important than a boy.

   "It's in my back right pocket, your left." The boy said begrudgingly, annoyed, when in reality, he found the other a bit... how do you say it... a bit scary? which made him reveal the location of the wallet, which on any other occasion, he would fight to keep. The way the black haired had spoken was soft, soft as a whisper, but louder than one. His voice was hard, stern, and had a slight demanding edge to it. He found the way he had spoken a bit slowly a bit threatening.

    But he actually sounds kind of... only a bit, hot.

   Shotaro on the other hand, was satisfied knowing he'll get his wallet back. He hadn't noticed the tone of which he had spoke have bothered the other, having simply lowered hi voice and spoke slowly as he still wasn't a hundred percent confident in his korean.

He leaned back, switching to hold the other's wrists with his right hand as he twisted his body to the left, about to reach for where his wallet would be when he realized a small problem, "Hey, could you like... I don't know, Make this easier for the both of us and lift your hips so I can grab my wallet without having to touch more than necessary?"

He immediately noticed a teasing shine in the other's eyes, "Oh? What? Too shy to touch another man's ass? Hahah, fine, I'll make it easy for you 'cause you're handsome, how about that?" The boy winked before he complied with what he said, lifting his hips up so his butt wasn't on the ground, making access to his back pockets much easier.