[The tone of Mikazuki's voice makes Kogitsunemaru let out a soft, frail noise but everything about him seems to quiver, like a fox ready to pounce on their prey. The raspiness he hadn't expected but there is something about it which makes him want to curl around Mikazuki protectively, rub his cheek against the other tachi's just to hear him laugh breathlessly and in that same, foreign and familiar raspy tone. To feel his heartbeat and his chest moving as he breathes. To feel Mikazuki's life.
The fingers, light and slender and made of hard, cold steel, receive some attention. Kogitsunemaru can't not pay attention to them, tantalizing as they are. Kogitsunemaru ignored Mikazuki's suggestion for now, his tongue sneaking out to steal a quick lick, followed by a quick kiss and then-
Kogitsunemaru opens his mouth just enough to take two fingers into his mouth up to the first knuckle. It's barely anything at all but Kogitsunemaru catches Mikazuki's eyes and smirks around the digits.
Really, who is he to resist an offering like that? Carefully but firmly, he wraps his fingers around Mikazuki's wrist to hold the hand in place as he nips at the fingertips, sucking and licking and teasing. It feels weird and unusual and right, very, very right.
All Kogitsunemaru knows is that he wants to be closer to Mikazuki. It's a fire burning in his chest and every crackle and every flame seems to be dedicated to Mikazuki, to the light in his eyes and the sound of his laughter and steel working beneath it all. To the way he says Kogitsunemaru's name, to the precious and rare moments where Mikazuki allows himself to simply be.
Kogitsunemaru tugs at the wrist until the fingers slip out with a wet pop and his heart is hammering nervously in his chest as he leans in to kiss Mikazuki's palm. Then he lets his hands fall, both of them, as he steps to the side to look for a cloth to clean the counters with.
Over his shoulder, he shoots Mikazuki a breathless, impish grin.]
You're right. We should clean up this mess. Here, you should clean the counters. I'll take care of the mess on the ground.
[It's not because Kogitsunemaru doesn't want Mikazuki's clothes to get dirty. (Perhaps it is, in part, because someone will have to get the mess out of Mikazuki's clothes and that sounds like a pain) It's easier to hid how own blush when looking at the floor and when Mikazuki is focused on other things. Entirely selfish, the suggestion is.
He holds out the cloth to Mikazuki, kneeling down already to check the other cupboards for more cleaning utensils.]
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The fingers, light and slender and made of hard, cold steel, receive some attention. Kogitsunemaru can't not pay attention to them, tantalizing as they are. Kogitsunemaru ignored Mikazuki's suggestion for now, his tongue sneaking out to steal a quick lick, followed by a quick kiss and then-
Kogitsunemaru opens his mouth just enough to take two fingers into his mouth up to the first knuckle. It's barely anything at all but Kogitsunemaru catches Mikazuki's eyes and smirks around the digits.
Really, who is he to resist an offering like that? Carefully but firmly, he wraps his fingers around Mikazuki's wrist to hold the hand in place as he nips at the fingertips, sucking and licking and teasing. It feels weird and unusual and right, very, very right.
All Kogitsunemaru knows is that he wants to be closer to Mikazuki. It's a fire burning in his chest and every crackle and every flame seems to be dedicated to Mikazuki, to the light in his eyes and the sound of his laughter and steel working beneath it all. To the way he says Kogitsunemaru's name, to the precious and rare moments where Mikazuki allows himself to simply be.
Kogitsunemaru tugs at the wrist until the fingers slip out with a wet pop and his heart is hammering nervously in his chest as he leans in to kiss Mikazuki's palm. Then he lets his hands fall, both of them, as he steps to the side to look for a cloth to clean the counters with.
Over his shoulder, he shoots Mikazuki a breathless, impish grin.]
You're right. We should clean up this mess. Here, you should clean the counters. I'll take care of the mess on the ground.
[It's not because Kogitsunemaru doesn't want Mikazuki's clothes to get dirty. (Perhaps it is, in part, because someone will have to get the mess out of Mikazuki's clothes and that sounds like a pain) It's easier to hid how own blush when looking at the floor and when Mikazuki is focused on other things. Entirely selfish, the suggestion is.
He holds out the cloth to Mikazuki, kneeling down already to check the other cupboards for more cleaning utensils.]