beak. not a place he was used to being touched, so the kiss adds an extra layer of heat to fumikage's chest. he lets out a soft breath, nuzzling into lover's chest.
โ and I you. how fares the night? โ
late night patrols; his absolute favorite.
this one has come to an end, however. the area is familiar . . near mina's apartment. he's tempted to stop by, but ah . . cloud's probably asleep. best not.
he rubs a hand across tired eyes and makes his way along the sidewalk.