[ High prey drive triggered, mismatched eyes slide to study that pale peek of nape. Oil black strands fall across offering start contrast, a charming sight that has the daemon’s gut knotting with some unfathomable feeling. Before he can think better of doing so, his own head bows forward, the tip of his nose a light brush along the slant skin before he presses his mouth down.
A kiss that isn’t quite a kiss. More like resting his mouth against Matoba’s nape to enjoy it, without the snap of teeth he’s made well known he’s so happy to share. The gesture has his chin pushing down the collar of the other man’s kimono.
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A kiss that isn’t quite a kiss. More like resting his mouth against Matoba’s nape to enjoy it, without the snap of teeth he’s made well known he’s so happy to share. The gesture has his chin pushing down the collar of the other man’s kimono.
A soft breath in and a soft breath out. ]
I can be here just as much as you can.