[Dylas doesn’t feel like he nailed those compliments. He’s just going to bury his head in his arm for a moment, ears flicking backing a little in shame. When he decides to lift his face, it’s because Squall is sliding back into bed next to him. Now that they’ve had sex, staring at him is a lot easier than it used to be. Somehow. It should be more awkward, but he’s more fine with it.
The silence is making things awkward enough anyways. Just like Squall, he’s waiting for someone to say something, for any sort of distraction that could segue them out of this. Not only is this Dylas’ first time with Squall, it’s his first time ever, which means he has even more inexperience with what to say here. And, like Squall, he knows what he wants to say, he just doesn’t know...how to say it. Or if he should.
Unlike Squall, if Dylas is left alone long enough, he eventually folds under pressure and blurts something out.]
I’m fine. I’m not that sore.
[Crap, he’s not sure if Squall was talking about the state of his ass or not. Did he just say too much? And he said that while making eye contact, too. He closes his eyes. He can do this. He really wants to do this.]
I enjoyed that. I, uh, had a good time with you.
[It’s not a declaration of love, more a declaration that he hopes it wasn’t a mistake.]
...Did you? Shit. Don't let this make things weird between us.
[Again, he's. Nailing the conversation, completely. Luckily, there's a pause between "did you" and "shit" so they don't sound like the same phrase.]
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Date: 2016-03-20 04:20 am (UTC)[Dylas doesn’t feel like he nailed those compliments. He’s just going to bury his head in his arm for a moment, ears flicking backing a little in shame. When he decides to lift his face, it’s because Squall is sliding back into bed next to him. Now that they’ve had sex, staring at him is a lot easier than it used to be. Somehow. It should be more awkward, but he’s more fine with it.
The silence is making things awkward enough anyways. Just like Squall, he’s waiting for someone to say something, for any sort of distraction that could segue them out of this. Not only is this Dylas’ first time with Squall, it’s his first time ever, which means he has even more inexperience with what to say here. And, like Squall, he knows what he wants to say, he just doesn’t know...how to say it. Or if he should.
Unlike Squall, if Dylas is left alone long enough, he eventually folds under pressure and blurts something out.]
I’m fine. I’m not that sore.
[Crap, he’s not sure if Squall was talking about the state of his ass or not. Did he just say too much? And he said that while making eye contact, too. He closes his eyes. He can do this. He really wants to do this.]
I enjoyed that. I, uh, had a good time with you.
[It’s not a declaration of love, more a declaration that he hopes it wasn’t a mistake.]
...Did you? Shit. Don't let this make things weird between us.
[Again, he's. Nailing the conversation, completely. Luckily, there's a pause between "did you" and "shit" so they don't sound like the same phrase.]