[A leopard followed by a larger cat, a panther moving easily into that space left vacant in the doorway. Laurent would not have opened the door if abhorrence made him opposed to this. It is almost a relief, some familiar comfort by now to be met with the threat of those sharp blue eyes cutting over him. The little violence in harsh greetings, whether they're shielding Laurent's vulnerabilities or truly meant to communicate half of his distaste. He's complicated. He's alluring, and beautiful, even in soft striped clothes and a pair of ridiculous cat ears.]
Stop bringing him up. [Sasuke reaches a hand behind himself, shutting the door with a definitive click.] I wasn't thinking about him at all.
[Not a lie, and he doesn't feel guilty to announce it, because whatever he harbors for Naruto — deep passion, devotion forged in steel — he accepted long ago it would never be more, no matter his desire. He can't even imagine it: Naruto's face so close, the way he had seen Laurent's in the shower, the taste of his mouth in comparison to Laurent's clean, wet lips. With Naruto, there is a risk he is unwilling to take.
He prowls the outer edge of the bedroom, eyes passing curiously over personal effects, pausing to touch fingertips beneath Maru's chin in scratching affection. Then he turns away from the cat and corners Laurent, unafraid to put himself directly within dangerous proximity. Calling his bluff — if it is one, again.]
no subject
Stop bringing him up. [Sasuke reaches a hand behind himself, shutting the door with a definitive click.] I wasn't thinking about him at all.
[Not a lie, and he doesn't feel guilty to announce it, because whatever he harbors for Naruto — deep passion, devotion forged in steel — he accepted long ago it would never be more, no matter his desire. He can't even imagine it: Naruto's face so close, the way he had seen Laurent's in the shower, the taste of his mouth in comparison to Laurent's clean, wet lips. With Naruto, there is a risk he is unwilling to take.
He prowls the outer edge of the bedroom, eyes passing curiously over personal effects, pausing to touch fingertips beneath Maru's chin in scratching affection. Then he turns away from the cat and corners Laurent, unafraid to put himself directly within dangerous proximity. Calling his bluff — if it is one, again.]
I liked it, but once wasn't enough.