ᅟᅟᅟnails leaving kitten marks behind. slowly, realisation settles in, and all tōru can do is blush, collecting hands to himself. “ i— i’m sorry. ” and he makes a suggestion of leaving.
ᅟᅟᅟ silence sits heavy upon the pair, ghoul, keen eye rapid in catching the glimpse of vermillion taking over sharp, damped features. it elicits a whole body reaction, truly.
ᅠ 𝑚𝑢𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑖 owns the last of his * 𝘀͟𝗲͟𝗹͟𝗳͟ -͟ 𝗰͟𝗼͟𝗻͟𝘁͟𝗿͟𝗼͟𝗹、 it may be 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚢、 𝑏𝑢𝑡 urie has gotten 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 to it : used to 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 ᴴ͟ᴵ͟ᴹ͟ˑ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ body allows every
ᅟᅟᅟa shared silence honeyed following actions ────first, legs in. one knee for each side of urie's body. murky—red water concealing a perfect slot of lower bodies. eyes attentive to purse of brims. palms hovering sides of abdomen,
ᅟᅟᅟheart pounding within ribcage. “ shut it, urie. spitting nonsense, aren’t you? ” as one wrist is freed from its restraint, the quinx props itself onto the leader’s chest.
ᅟᅟᅟmutsuki's trying his best not to tag along urie in his bath... however, following words caught him off guard, not to say about sneaky hand on their thigh. a little squeak, incoherent babbling 𖬺͟ short given sigh,
ᅟᅟᅟ a gasp, shooting a gush somewhere else to shield face from the bloody water. diluted ichor staining his white uniform. “ do not— ” he shrieks, eyepatch falling off during hustle.
ᅟᅟᅟanother gush, direct to his face ────then, chest. menacing mutsuki kicking shoes off feet. “ i am not feeling like it right now. ” giggling, quinx jumps off sink, approaching the boy whilst aiming bidet like a gun,