[ That tone makes Endo's heart ache. It makes him want to call Umemiya right now and cut him off for good. It makes him feel like he could almost hate him again — but only because he's projecting. He isn't stupid. He knows he only has himself to blame. ]
Kinda, I guess.
[ As much as Endo wants to lie to Takiishi to spare him more of this conversation, he won't do it. ]
We don't talk about it much.
[ Not the finer details. They haven't exactly formalized anything. But they've only grown closer, and Endo's only grown freer. More comfortable. More understood. ]
But it's been a few times, and I —
[ What? Need him? Want him? Feel — loved? He can't sort through that now. ]
I'm a submissive, Takiishi.
[ He says it apologetically, like this knowledge is a burden he's foisting upon him — like he's sorry for having needs. ]
no subject
Kinda, I guess.
[ As much as Endo wants to lie to Takiishi to spare him more of this conversation, he won't do it. ]
We don't talk about it much.
[ Not the finer details. They haven't exactly formalized anything. But they've only grown closer, and Endo's only grown freer. More comfortable. More understood. ]
But it's been a few times, and I —
[ What? Need him? Want him? Feel — loved? He can't sort through that now. ]
I'm a submissive, Takiishi.
[ He says it apologetically, like this knowledge is a burden he's foisting upon him — like he's sorry for having needs. ]