[fox takes a deep breath and lets it out through his nose. the sound of him unbuttoning and unzipping eichi's pants while maintaining eye contact with him is deafening in the small space between them. fox's fingers (claws, now, with soft tufts of fur on his knuckles) brush against bare skin. fox himself is wearing pants underneath his kimono, loose cargo pants that are really just there for warmth, and even though they're loose they feel restrictive, tight]

Still calling yourself that, I see.

[he knows he should let go so eichi's pants can fall to the floor and he can step out of them. but he can't quite bring himself to let go]