[ Dropping his hands down to touch Eijun's waist while he works, Miyuki closes his eyes and nudges his face against his shoulder so that he can push his glasses up off his face and into his hair. Without them mashing into his nose, he can get comfortable as he waits for his pants to be undone. This feels like routine, despite the fact he rarely comes home drunk - especially like this - and is often the one doing the stripping, in that case.
But it's nice. The intimacy is familiar, but lazy, and he sort of basks in it. As his pants are undone, though, he yawns and stands up straight after he gets the kiss. It's easy enough to wiggle them off, wobbling but not precarious as he kicks his legs free. ]
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But it's nice. The intimacy is familiar, but lazy, and he sort of basks in it. As his pants are undone, though, he yawns and stands up straight after he gets the kiss. It's easy enough to wiggle them off, wobbling but not precarious as he kicks his legs free. ]
I told you, you could've waited in bed.