the one with the compliment
"not to overstep any boundaries or anything…"
kanda slowly turns to him, long ponytail softly swaying and caressing his bare back. his dark blue eyes are narrowed–and that's it, really, but he still looks menacing.
and hot.
lavi doesn't take the hint.
"you have a nice ass," he drawls, unabashedly tilting his head down to observe kanda's naked– "and thighs. wow, you have amazing thighs. do you squat?"
"i'm going to kill you," kanda sneers, shifting to fully face him, his hands covering only the good junk at his front.
"what! i'm complimenting you!" lavi places his hands on his hips, forgetting, for a moment, that he's as naked as kanda is.
if he remembers, it's only because kanda's eyes slowly lower down to his exposed front. or, okay, okay–it's also the slight wave of shivers that make him twitch a bit. the heaviness of kanda's stare on his tanned skin, like studying or scrutinizing or something.
lavi's never had issues with his body; he thinks he's pretty hot himself, honestly. a few scars here and there and some tone muscles… more freckles than he thinks is necessary, really but anyway, he moves to cover his jewels anyway. if only because kanda's grown really quiet.
damn, why'd komui's potion-thing have to wear off when no one's around and he and kanda'd been in one of the training rooms? and now they're stuck in some empty storage room, naked as fuck and kind of turned on.
or maybe that's just him?
who the hell knows, honestly, lavi's just never really paid attention to howattractive kanda is.
