[Ryou knows better than anyone how imperfect Atem is. Not that Atem doesn't think he's hot shit -- he absolutely does, he's amazing -- but, if he were perfect...then, Ryou and Yugi wouldn't still be here.
But Atem doesn't want to think about things like that. He wants to think about how Ryou and the blankets and pillows all feel soft against his new skin, though every texture is distinct and unique. His chin settles into Ryou's hair, and his coils shift a few inches, slithering forward, feeling.
The last half a foot or so of his tail curls around Ryou's ankle when he's kissed. Atem draws a breath. Mmmm he's not wearing anything and that was on bare skin, he's gonna have to be careful, he is still warm, this is the restless feeling he had before but didn't identify until it was too late...
...but also, Atem doesn't want to let being scared of what might happen if things get heated force distance between them. Not when he's feeling this much comfort, and affection, and appreciation, and also being around Ryou means that anything bad had to go through Atem to get to him, which feels good and right and the way things should be. So, he doesn't back off; instead, his fingers trace little circles and other irregular, random patterns over the back of Ryou's shirt, across his shoulders. His hands want something to do, and this seems okay. He hums!]
You're a romantic.
[It's a light tease, an affectionate accusation, softened by the warmth of his tone and even further by the noses of the foremost and longest snakes sticking themselves into the top of Ryou's hair.]
But it's true! I'm very fond of you.
[That's punctuated with another shift in the coils, one that's obviously settling in, making himself perfectly comfortable.]
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But Atem doesn't want to think about things like that. He wants to think about how Ryou and the blankets and pillows all feel soft against his new skin, though every texture is distinct and unique. His chin settles into Ryou's hair, and his coils shift a few inches, slithering forward, feeling.
The last half a foot or so of his tail curls around Ryou's ankle when he's kissed. Atem draws a breath. Mmmm he's not wearing anything and that was on bare skin, he's gonna have to be careful, he is still warm, this is the restless feeling he had before but didn't identify until it was too late...
...but also, Atem doesn't want to let being scared of what might happen if things get heated force distance between them. Not when he's feeling this much comfort, and affection, and appreciation, and also being around Ryou means that anything bad had to go through Atem to get to him, which feels good and right and the way things should be. So, he doesn't back off; instead, his fingers trace little circles and other irregular, random patterns over the back of Ryou's shirt, across his shoulders. His hands want something to do, and this seems okay. He hums!]
You're a romantic.
[It's a light tease, an affectionate accusation, softened by the warmth of his tone and even further by the noses of the foremost and longest snakes sticking themselves into the top of Ryou's hair.]
But it's true! I'm very fond of you.
[That's punctuated with another shift in the coils, one that's obviously settling in, making himself perfectly comfortable.]