[The words send a quiet shudder through Kogitsunemaru's body and his breath hitches. He had wanted to give Mikazuki an out, the option to step back and gracefully laugh the entire situation off. To smile his amused, gentle little smile before he would ask Kogitsunemaru to help clean up the mess.
Being given permission despite everything fans the soft, glowing embers in Kogitsunemaru's belly and with a low noise, he presses his lips to Mikazuki's.
It's probably the least artful kiss in the entire history of kisses because Kogitsunemaru has no experience to work with. He'd wondered what it feels like, certainly. Sneaked glances at magazines the Saniwa left lying around and listened too hard when people talked about that certain topic. But nothing can compare to the real deal and it's right in front of him despite always seeming so unattainable and-
Mikazuki's lips are warm. Warm and soft and perfect and they fit against Kogitsunemaru's in a way he hasn't expected them to. The heat climbs up Kogitsunemaru's neck, up into his cheeks and a tiny part of him is still able to hope that he doesn't look as flustered as he feels.
Despite having every reason to. Because Mikazuki's fingers are touching his forearm, that dark hair is brushing against Kogitsunemaru's cheeks (and it really is as soft as he thought it would be) and he is close enough to feel the warmth and weight of Mikazuki's body. He's holding the moon's very own gift in his arms and it feels like Kogitsunemaru has finally come home.
What Kogitsunemaru lacks in experience, he makes up with enthusiasm. The kiss is slow and steady but Kogitsunemaru doesn't try to mask the desire, the want running through his veins. Cloth rustles as he moves and his fingers curl slightly, tips digging into the cloth beneath as if holding onto a lifeline as he tugs Mikazuki even closer. He feels like a dying man finding an oasis, a single, beautiful place in a desperate desolation and a soft, needy noise slips past his lips.
He should cup Mikazuki's cheek, guide him into a different angle because Kogitsunemaru's neck is beginning to twinge a little. And it's something he's wanted to do for a very long time, to cup those lovely cheeks and trace the bow of Mikazuki's lips with his finger. To map out what is standing in front of him.
Instead, Kogitsunemaru pulls back a little, breathing a little rough and his gaze half-lidded. His gaze darts all over Mikazuki's face before it settles to meet Mikazuki's eyes, trying to see if the other sword enjoyed the kiss half as much as Kogitsunemaru did. Kogitsunemaru's lips feel tingly and there is a giddy feeling coursing through his veins and he gives Mikazuki an awkward, crooked little half-smile.]
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Being given permission despite everything fans the soft, glowing embers in Kogitsunemaru's belly and with a low noise, he presses his lips to Mikazuki's.
It's probably the least artful kiss in the entire history of kisses because Kogitsunemaru has no experience to work with. He'd wondered what it feels like, certainly. Sneaked glances at magazines the Saniwa left lying around and listened too hard when people talked about that certain topic. But nothing can compare to the real deal and it's right in front of him despite always seeming so unattainable and-
Mikazuki's lips are warm. Warm and soft and perfect and they fit against Kogitsunemaru's in a way he hasn't expected them to. The heat climbs up Kogitsunemaru's neck, up into his cheeks and a tiny part of him is still able to hope that he doesn't look as flustered as he feels.
Despite having every reason to. Because Mikazuki's fingers are touching his forearm, that dark hair is brushing against Kogitsunemaru's cheeks (and it really is as soft as he thought it would be) and he is close enough to feel the warmth and weight of Mikazuki's body. He's holding the moon's very own gift in his arms and it feels like Kogitsunemaru has finally come home.
What Kogitsunemaru lacks in experience, he makes up with enthusiasm. The kiss is slow and steady but Kogitsunemaru doesn't try to mask the desire, the want running through his veins. Cloth rustles as he moves and his fingers curl slightly, tips digging into the cloth beneath as if holding onto a lifeline as he tugs Mikazuki even closer. He feels like a dying man finding an oasis, a single, beautiful place in a desperate desolation and a soft, needy noise slips past his lips.
He should cup Mikazuki's cheek, guide him into a different angle because Kogitsunemaru's neck is beginning to twinge a little. And it's something he's wanted to do for a very long time, to cup those lovely cheeks and trace the bow of Mikazuki's lips with his finger. To map out what is standing in front of him.
Instead, Kogitsunemaru pulls back a little, breathing a little rough and his gaze half-lidded. His gaze darts all over Mikazuki's face before it settles to meet Mikazuki's eyes, trying to see if the other sword enjoyed the kiss half as much as Kogitsunemaru did. Kogitsunemaru's lips feel tingly and there is a giddy feeling coursing through his veins and he gives Mikazuki an awkward, crooked little half-smile.]