[the kiss leaves itsuki breathless, leaves him panting a little when buzen pulls back just barely, and then a little faster when his hand grazes the tie on his front. the pressure, buzen's weight on top of him, they just speak of better things to come. better things that apparently do not involve educating his sword boyfriend about the theory of jealousy, but itsuki's more than happy to table that discussion for later.
he press a smile against buzen's lips, his hand continuing to slide around to the front of buzen's thigh, then up, up, bunching up fabric as he goes]
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he press a smile against buzen's lips, his hand continuing to slide around to the front of buzen's thigh, then up, up, bunching up fabric as he goes]
I'll show you instead.
[breathlessly, eagerly]