Do you ever wonder... [ There. There it is, the proverbial Achilles' heel. Byakuran presses his lips against it further, then tongue, warm and tempting. He feels the tingles, the static that comes from such rapidly dissipating electric impulses.
He's entranced, but stubborn, strong-willed and child-like in his want of this man. He wants to have him, he wants it, and he nips so very gently, a hand warm on his chest. His breath is warm, still, and he deftly undoes the vest. ]
...how I would feel under your fingers? [A soft, lazy kiss. ] Do you think I would break? Or maybe...
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He's entranced, but stubborn, strong-willed and child-like in his want of this man. He wants to have him, he wants it, and he nips so very gently, a hand warm on his chest. His breath is warm, still, and he deftly undoes the vest. ]
...how I would feel under your fingers? [A soft, lazy kiss. ] Do you think I would break? Or maybe...