[ beginning to feel a little heated again from the way koujaku kisses him (he's good), aoba slowly melts against him, limbs going lax and loose. the tension sinks from his muscles, the previously tight set of his shoulders softening. he's not going to lie though-- knowing that koujaku's excellent at this because of all the fooling around he's done makes him a little jealous, and it lends a slightly aggressive edge to the way he nips at koujaku's lower lip, sliding his tongue against his mouth to taste him.
it's strange in its own way. to be here, trapped in this strange place with koujaku, to be touching koujaku like this... but when it feels so right, how could it be wrong at all? ]
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it's strange in its own way. to be here, trapped in this strange place with koujaku, to be touching koujaku like this... but when it feels so right, how could it be wrong at all? ]