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Sometimes, Kiryu is desperate for Majima—more than Majima’s desperate for him, which is a fucking feat, before anything. It’s not often, maybe every once in a while, but when it happens, Kiryu gets clingy, possessive, hangs off his arm like a little puppy-lovesick teenager, stuck to his hip the second he sees him. Hugging him, tenderly, after he’s beaten the piss out of him, after he’s got Majima pinned down and bloody and he’s straddling his leather thighs in triumph. Letting Majima back him against the random fucking alleyways he’s stalked down in, letting Majima get close enough that he doesn’t have to stretch when he reaches to grab a fistful of his snakeskin lapel and tugs him forward, this needy little gleam in his eye.
Majima loves it—and him—though, so it’s okay. Even if it’s a little concerning.