#» ( the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly ) ♡ gz/ryuu

[tenaciousflame]

jizetto​:

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    GZ never minded receiving confirmation; militarily, it had been a common habit, and one he still sought or gave because of that.

    He blinked as Ryuuken leaned nearer, but was able to predict based on past memory what his friend intended. Sure enough, he received a cheek kiss, which he had come to understand as a sign of strong fondness. It was a small form of expression, yet the softness had been foreign and surprising the first time Ryuuken gave it. GZ had adapted because he found it to be pleasant, and he assumed that it was something the more emotionally driven leaguer gave to friends whenever the urge struck. 

    This one, however, lingered rather than being brief. That seemed different, but perhaps it was simply because Ryuuken had missed him. GZ accepted it without a word, though his unusual warmth remained. 

    He did not expect –and there was not anything previously familiar– about being kissed on the intake. His grip tightened. Static hindered his vision, caused purely by the sudden heightening of emotional processing and struggling to comprehend the full meaning of it.

    GZ had no idea how long or how short his period of borderline malfunctioning lasted, time became irrelevant. Physical sensors almost became irrelevant, but he was still vaguely aware of the impact against his back and helm whenever his balance was lost and he collapsed (taking Ryuuken to the ground with him). His optics continued to flicker, staring upward without focus, and his electronic brain tried to recall and put together exactly why Ryuuken had kissed him based on experiences or media from Earth.

    It was very challenging when he was also fighting ‘feeling’ errors at the same time.

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A shiver traveled along Ryuuken's backstrut as GZ pulled him closer, that strong grip feeling more wonderful than ever. He definitely liked this, and judging by that response, GZ did as well. Perfect, they could have this, the taste of each other... A quiet purr began to vibrate from within his chassis, the karate leaguer lost within this new form of happiness. He pressed himself still more closely against him, trusting his weight into the hold of that strong frame—so pleasing to watch when he moved with calculated power in practice or games, and certainly no less pleasing to have wrapped around his own.

And then they began to tip.

Ryuuken's optics burst open, an undignified squeak escaping his vocalizer as their mouths separated and that strength he had only seconds ago been admiring became his downfall—literally. Held so tightly in GZ's arms, Ryuuken was helpless to resist being pulled down with him.

“G...GZ?” he stuttered out, concern overtaking his tone as he tried and failed to pull his face more than the handful of centimeters it was from that of his fallen friend. “Are you okay...?” Slag, he had messed up... “I'm sorry. I should have asked first..... Sorry...” The memory of that wonderful moment was shriveled off to the side for now, replaced with regret at his impulsiveness and misreading of the signals of GZ's reaction. Of course such a thing would overwhelm him; the tightening must have been from that...

He stared down at him, worry building inside him at the sight of those flickering, unfocused optics. “Did... did I hurt you?” Probably not physically, but that it had had more than a subtle effect on him was obvious. Ryuuken had only seen him collapsed like this twice, the first being unconsciousness from the pain of a shock circuit and the second the result of damage so severe it had left him with extensive hospitalization. He hadn’t meant to be the cause of the third...