[It's not even a question. He feels drunk, but also... elated? Like his skin is crawling with fire, like he can't think of anything but Higekiri's long lashes and soft hair and waiting lips.]
I... really need you... Your kisses feel like... a cure?
[When their legs bump the edge of the bed and Higekiri goes, he follows, using his arms to catch himself. The mouth is good, but he spoils Higekiri's neck, too. Nipping sucks followed by tender, almost apologetic kisses.]
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[It's not even a question. He feels drunk, but also... elated? Like his skin is crawling with fire, like he can't think of anything but Higekiri's long lashes and soft hair and waiting lips.]
I... really need you... Your kisses feel like... a cure?
[When their legs bump the edge of the bed and Higekiri goes, he follows, using his arms to catch himself. The mouth is good, but he spoils Higekiri's neck, too. Nipping sucks followed by tender, almost apologetic kisses.]