[he lets his hand be guided into it, balancing over hizamaru and tilting his head as he recites the syllables as they're drawn - ]
Hi... za... ma... ru....
[and then he laughs faintly before leaning down so that he can press another doting kiss to hizamaru's forehead, as if this was any other day, rather than a morning where they're both consumed by lust. he feels that, definitely, but he feels the same fondness as when he always looks at his brother too.]
Okay, Hizamaru.
[he'll have to say it often so that he can actually remember it for their time together, but he has a feeling that his brother won't exactly mind. he gives him another kiss on the lips, both kind and wanting in equal measure.]
You are lovely to behold too, you know? No one matches me in the way that you do - um, Hizamaru.
[he says it sincerely - like it's simply fact. the sun and the reflecting mirror.]
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Hi... za... ma... ru....
[and then he laughs faintly before leaning down so that he can press another doting kiss to hizamaru's forehead, as if this was any other day, rather than a morning where they're both consumed by lust. he feels that, definitely, but he feels the same fondness as when he always looks at his brother too.]
Okay, Hizamaru.
[he'll have to say it often so that he can actually remember it for their time together, but he has a feeling that his brother won't exactly mind. he gives him another kiss on the lips, both kind and wanting in equal measure.]
You are lovely to behold too, you know? No one matches me in the way that you do - um, Hizamaru.
[he says it sincerely - like it's simply fact. the sun and the reflecting mirror.]