[ Kissing Eijun has always been nice. Admittedly, it was nice because he could train him into kissing the way that Miyuki liked, mold him and ruin him for other people, and it was... a little awful of him, really. More than a little. But now he likes the feeling, the closeness, the warmth that swells up in him when Eijun melts against him or curls his fingers in his hair. It turns to heat a lot of the time, settled in the core of him, but right now?
He's happy with the warmth, the way that Eijun bonks their foreheads together when he pulls back. His eyes crinkle with his smile as he scrunches his nose up, huffing a little bit of a laugh. ]
It's way past your bedtime, y'know. [ But he does nod, humming and rubbing his thumbs in his hips. ]
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He's happy with the warmth, the way that Eijun bonks their foreheads together when he pulls back. His eyes crinkle with his smile as he scrunches his nose up, huffing a little bit of a laugh. ]
It's way past your bedtime, y'know. [ But he does nod, humming and rubbing his thumbs in his hips. ]