[For death_goalie's eyes only]
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Aya closes the door and locks it, eyeing Ken. There is a sense of wrongness about this that tempts him to back out of his proposition, but he isn't about to run away now.
By the looks of it, neither will Ken.
He approaches Ken quietly, placing the tips of his fingers on Ken's right shoulder. His fingers slide slowly down Ken's arm in a light caress.
Aya closes the door and locks it, eyeing Ken. There is a sense of wrongness about this that tempts him to back out of his proposition, but he isn't about to run away now.
By the looks of it, neither will Ken.
He approaches Ken quietly, placing the tips of his fingers on Ken's right shoulder. His fingers slide slowly down Ken's arm in a light caress.