[If Kogitsunemaru's heart had been beating quickly before, it's now beating as if he'd run several kilometers in full-tilt sprint. There is nothing but the sound of it hammering again, Mikazuki's warmth, the rustling of cloth as he leans in to-
Kogitsunemaru blinks.
Blinks again and his heart is lost, utterly and completely, to the crescent shaping Mikazuki's lips. He knows they've both been walking a very fine line the second they both set foot into this kitchen, a tightrope beneath their feet and every breath measured carefully lest they tip over and fall.
Kogitsunemaru's fingers slip through Mikazuki's hold, limp and useless, curling slightly as they fall as if trying to hold onto the warmth clinging to Mikazuki's hand. There is nothing in front of Kogitsunemaru but Mikazuki, with his dark hair and his dark eyes and the perfect shape of his lips-
His gaze drops and lingers. He can't see Mikazuki's lips from here, still so close to his cheek as they are. But he can see Mikazuki's neck, pale and unmarred and with the heartbeat just beneath-
Before he's aware of what he is doing, Kogitsunemaru's hands are curled loosely around Mikazuki's waist, tugging him closer as he lowers his lips to the other sword's pulse.
Relief washes over Kogitsunemaru when he tastes the heartbeat under Mikazuki's skin, fast and loud and real. His lips part a bit as if to capture it, the tip of his tongue pressing against the skin, chasing after it. Kogitsunemaru shivers slightly, eyes closing as he pulls away only to nuzzle his temple against the spot. It's slightly awkward, his back bent a little uncomfortably but Kogitsunemaru doesn't let that deter him, nor does he pay attention to the counter digging into his back as he steps backwards, tugging Mikazuki along.
He exhales softly as he pulls away, moving one hand to the small of Mikazuki's back as he meets the other's eyes. He doesn't know what the feeling in his chest is. Affection, admiration? Desire? It's always Mikazuki's smile which makes something warm blossom in Kogitsunemaru's chest, the hand he raises to his mouth to hide his chuckles, the soft noise of metal when the accessory in his hair moves.
Having given up on fighting the blush and grinning cheekily, Kogitsunemaru moves his lips closer to Mikazuki's, stopping just far enough away to keep them from meeting.]
I would like to return the gift in kind, if you'd permit it.
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Kogitsunemaru blinks.
Blinks again and his heart is lost, utterly and completely, to the crescent shaping Mikazuki's lips. He knows they've both been walking a very fine line the second they both set foot into this kitchen, a tightrope beneath their feet and every breath measured carefully lest they tip over and fall.
Kogitsunemaru's fingers slip through Mikazuki's hold, limp and useless, curling slightly as they fall as if trying to hold onto the warmth clinging to Mikazuki's hand. There is nothing in front of Kogitsunemaru but Mikazuki, with his dark hair and his dark eyes and the perfect shape of his lips-
His gaze drops and lingers. He can't see Mikazuki's lips from here, still so close to his cheek as they are. But he can see Mikazuki's neck, pale and unmarred and with the heartbeat just beneath-
Before he's aware of what he is doing, Kogitsunemaru's hands are curled loosely around Mikazuki's waist, tugging him closer as he lowers his lips to the other sword's pulse.
Relief washes over Kogitsunemaru when he tastes the heartbeat under Mikazuki's skin, fast and loud and real. His lips part a bit as if to capture it, the tip of his tongue pressing against the skin, chasing after it. Kogitsunemaru shivers slightly, eyes closing as he pulls away only to nuzzle his temple against the spot. It's slightly awkward, his back bent a little uncomfortably but Kogitsunemaru doesn't let that deter him, nor does he pay attention to the counter digging into his back as he steps backwards, tugging Mikazuki along.
He exhales softly as he pulls away, moving one hand to the small of Mikazuki's back as he meets the other's eyes. He doesn't know what the feeling in his chest is. Affection, admiration? Desire? It's always Mikazuki's smile which makes something warm blossom in Kogitsunemaru's chest, the hand he raises to his mouth to hide his chuckles, the soft noise of metal when the accessory in his hair moves.
Having given up on fighting the blush and grinning cheekily, Kogitsunemaru moves his lips closer to Mikazuki's, stopping just far enough away to keep them from meeting.]
I would like to return the gift in kind, if you'd permit it.