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oh .. ( he can do nothing more but melt under each press of her lips. if he even did try to move — though he wouldn't, he'd be crazy to, — he doesn't think he'd be able. he thinks he'd be far too dizzy to do so,
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⠀﹙ his retaliation earns a hushed, yet elated squeal from beaming lips. digits automatically curl when his weave between, giving his hand a delighted squeeze. had she not been laid before him, she’d probably kick her legs with
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mind all fuzzy and heart pumping a million beats a second. he's sure she can feel the way he flushes further beneath each kiss. it wouldn't surprise him much if he'd ended up a puddle under her sometime soon. ) thank ..
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( he doesn't know what else she could possibly give him. he's already been gifted with all her sweet words and touches and all that is her, and he's only just gotten up. he'd never even think about being greedy enough to expect anything else ..
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⠀﹙ knowing him, it’s unsurprising to hear there’s no plan for the hours ahead. and it’s perfectly fine ——- that’s where mitsuri comes in, having meditated weeks in advance. his birthday comes around only once a year, and the
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that being said, he'd also never be stupid enough to deny her. so, with lifted brows, a soft but undoubtedly curious gaze, he offers her a nod. then the hand not being taken in by her gentle touches comes forth to find her free one, to lace fingers together. )
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