[Komaeda gave him the only book he owns that isn't a gaming manual or a comic: of course Atem's putting him in something bookish.
But that's not important. What's important is Komaeda is backing against the mirror, and Atem's expression changes to something more at home on a cat in a cage with a canary, if the canary were deeply endearing and also naked. He scents weakness.]
If I am, it's because you're allowing it!
[He steps forward, with purpose -- one hand goes to Komaeda's chest. It's light enough that Komaeda isn't being pushed against the mirror, or kept from breathing, but it doesn't need to be.]
Yes, I want you to put them on. But I want you to wear this, beneath them.
[He pulls something out of his pocket -- when did he pick it up? It must have been some smooth sleight of hand, when they passed a women's underwear display. It's black, sheer, trimmed with scalloped lace, and nothing at all like the rest of the casual-but-nice not out of place in a coffee shop or museum-gallery clothing Komaeda's holding.
The set of panties gets placed deftly and with finality on top of the cream shirt.
Before Atem goes on about his reasoning, he waits a beat: he wants to gauge the reaction, first. Will Komaeda like them, and get what Atem's going for, or will he protest?]
HES NOT DONE YET. nothing's happening but it's about as nsfw as the rest of this
But that's not important. What's important is Komaeda is backing against the mirror, and Atem's expression changes to something more at home on a cat in a cage with a canary, if the canary were deeply endearing and also naked. He scents weakness.]
If I am, it's because you're allowing it!
[He steps forward, with purpose -- one hand goes to Komaeda's chest. It's light enough that Komaeda isn't being pushed against the mirror, or kept from breathing, but it doesn't need to be.]
Yes, I want you to put them on. But I want you to wear this, beneath them.
[He pulls something out of his pocket -- when did he pick it up? It must have been some smooth sleight of hand, when they passed a women's underwear display. It's black, sheer, trimmed with scalloped lace, and nothing at all like the rest of the casual-but-nice not out of place in a coffee shop or museum-gallery clothing Komaeda's holding.
The set of panties gets placed deftly and with finality on top of the cream shirt.
Before Atem goes on about his reasoning, he waits a beat: he wants to gauge the reaction, first. Will Komaeda like them, and get what Atem's going for, or will he protest?]