(Kia pov)
Kia had been awake for a while.
Not fully alert at first—just drifting in that hazy space between sleep and consciousness—until he realized two things at once.
The call was still connected.
And Ryan was staring.
Not glancing. Not accidentally looking.
Staring.
Kia didn't move. Didn't open his eyes fully. He let his breathing stay slow, even, pretended sleep while he watched through his lashes.
Ryan sat rigid on the other side of the screen, face flushed, eyes dark with something raw and unguarded. Desire, unmistakable and unpracticed, written all over him like he didn't know how to hide it yet.
Oh.
Kia's pulse kicked.
He watched Ryan realize what he was doing—watched the color bloom across his cheeks, the way he swallowed, the way his gaze snapped up and then dropped again like his curiosity had betrayed him, how his eyes went from his lip, to his dick.
Kia bit back a reaction, fuck it, this is so torturing. He smiled to himself.
You're human after all, he thought warmly. My bunny.
Ryan zoned out completely after that, lost somewhere in his own head. His expressions shifted like clouds—want, panic, denial, longing—each one passing too slowly for Kia's comfort.
It was… intoxicating.
Kia felt it in his chest, in his gut, in the sharp pull of restraint he was suddenly very aware of. He was a man, after all. And watching someone look at him like that—so open, so undone—was doing dangerous things to his self-control.
Careful, he warned himself. If you keep this up, you're the one who's going to suffer.
Still, he let it linger a few seconds longer.
Then—before his body could betray him further—Kia spoke.
"Bunny."
The reaction was immediate.
Ryan startled like he'd been struck by lightning. His eyes flew up, wide and panicked, guilt and embarrassment crashing over his face all at once. Kia watched it all—the shock, the flush, the scramble to pull himself back together.
God.
Kia sat up slowly now, fully awake, expression soft instead of teasing. He didn't want to scare him. Didn't want to shame him.
He smiled—gentle, warm, knowing.
"It's actually all yours, I could bring it out if you want," Kia said quietly, his eyes showing his unmasked desire.
He new his bunny was going to turn him down but he wished it was the other way round
Cause honestly, he would have preferred if his bunny showed his desire for him to his face and not when he is sleeping.
He looked at his bunny and Ryan looked like he might combust at anything.
And Kia, despite himself, had never wanted anything more than to reach through that screen and pull him close—just to prove that wanting didn't have to be something Ryan ran from.