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As they progressed from making out to groping to awkward, unfinished handjobs, both of them too nervous to stay hard, to Kotetsu's first attempt at a blowjob — which must have been fantastic, he maintained, since it took about thirty seconds to relieve all of Bunny's pent-up frustration — to all kinds of fooling around, which was where Bunny's deep-seated pickiness came in, Kotetsu had somehow never noticed that Bunny always kept his glasses on.
The first time it actually struck him was when he was laying on his back as Bunny was going down on him; his glasses must have been sliding off his face, because he made a small noise of frustration, took them off, and placed them, open, on Kotetsu's stomach, earpieces pointed towards Kotetsu's face, like his navel needed corrective lenses. Kotetsu cracked up, at least until Bunny got his mouth back on him, and left them there until Bunny retrieved them, but that was when he noticed Bunny had never taken them off during the act before.
Tomoe had usually taken hers off almost as soon as they started kissing, and especially made a point of taking them off when they were fooling around, because he kept watching her for reactions and it made her self-conscious. Then while they were planning the wedding she switched to contacts, and he never knew if she was wearing them or not unless she complained about them. She only switched back to glasses when she was too tired to bother with contacts, like when Kaede was a tiny baby — which also meant being too tired for sex — so he hadn't thought about glasses in years.
"You really don't ever take them off," he said, the next time they were in bed together, after yet another round of glasses-having sex. "Don't I leave nose-prints on them?"
Barnaby actually took them off and held them away from his face, squinting like he was inspecting them. "They wipe off."
"Yeah, but..."
"I like to see what you're doing so you don't take me by surprise."
"What? What do you think I'm going to do to you?"
"I don't know! That's the point."
"You want me to start telling you what I'm doing?"
"'And now I'm making bunny-ears for your penis.'"
"I have never done that." He grinned. "Do you want me to do that?"
"Please don't."
"Awww."
"It's really not necessary," Barnaby emphasized. "Neither is narration, as long as I wear my glasses."
"I think you're kinda missing my point here."
"Why does it make you so uncomfortable for me to watch you?"
"Huh." Kotetsu had to think about that. "It's not that uncomfortable, it's just... kinda... I'm not used to it?" He felt weird talking about Tomoe at a time like this, going back through his memories to determine how often she had her eyes closed during sex, that kind of thing. But he was pretty sure she had.
"Well, I'm not used to anything about sex, so forgive me for wanting to observe."
"Observe, huh? So what's the latest news from the, uh, the whatchacallit, the test tube? Petri dish?"
"You get goosebumps on your ass when you finish."
"You don't need glasses to tell that!"