That was— this is— Kogitsunemaru what are you doing.
It had taken only a moment for Mikazuki to fully register the lick, finding the sensation to be rather odd but... not entirely a bad thing. It wasn't until the moment that the fox had taken hold of his wrist, slipping his delicate fingers into his mouth that made the tachi react in an unsettle way.
His whole body flinches, rattled with an unfamiliar action he had never thought to experience, and more properly react to. His initial instinct at first was to pull away, feeling the sharp tips of Kogitsunemaru's teeth against his flesh and the strange warmth of his saliva. It was all very strange, very undignified, but for some reason he couldn't move his arm. It has been completely frozen, as the shock had settled in and emotions had heightened.
He couldn't explain this feeling— these heated cheeks and shivers— but he did know that he didn't want the feeling to go away. To think that smallest and strangest things could make Mikazuki's body react in ways he had never thought possible.
This fox, surely he was trouble. ]
Nnn...
[ Mikazuki is utterly breathless. He, one of the greatest swords in Japan. He, branded among the most beautiful. He, whom has been completely and utterly captivated by the ways of a little fox. The sound that came out of his mouth was just as undignified as his reactions, but he couldn't find himself to hide them no matter how much he would suppress. This in turn left to the diversion of his eyes from the other once the kiss had been placed upon his palm. ]
Y... yes, of course. Certainly.
[ Perhaps it was a good thing for the both of them that Kogitsunemaru had suggested for them to clean up different areas of the kitchen. Mikazuki needed time against to compose himself, as rattled and wordless as he may be. He had accepted the cloth that the fox had handed over but... his hand may have lingered on the other's for more than necessary.
Everything felt so right, so good, he didn't want it to stop. The mess in the kitchen be damned.
He relented a moment later though, gently fingers sliding away from the other as his attention finally turns to the side. He'll be wiping the counter at this point, turning circles in the same spot multiple times. The sword's head was certainly elsewhere, and it was going to take a lot longer than expected for this place to return to its former glory. ]
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Oh.
That was— this is— Kogitsunemaru what are you doing.
It had taken only a moment for Mikazuki to fully register the lick, finding the sensation to be rather odd but... not entirely a bad thing. It wasn't until the moment that the fox had taken hold of his wrist, slipping his delicate fingers into his mouth that made the tachi react in an unsettle way.
His whole body flinches, rattled with an unfamiliar action he had never thought to experience, and more properly react to. His initial instinct at first was to pull away, feeling the sharp tips of Kogitsunemaru's teeth against his flesh and the strange warmth of his saliva. It was all very strange, very undignified, but for some reason he couldn't move his arm. It has been completely frozen, as the shock had settled in and emotions had heightened.
He couldn't explain this feeling— these heated cheeks and shivers— but he did know that he didn't want the feeling to go away. To think that smallest and strangest things could make Mikazuki's body react in ways he had never thought possible.
This fox, surely he was trouble. ]
Nnn...
[ Mikazuki is utterly breathless. He, one of the greatest swords in Japan. He, branded among the most beautiful. He, whom has been completely and utterly captivated by the ways of a little fox. The sound that came out of his mouth was just as undignified as his reactions, but he couldn't find himself to hide them no matter how much he would suppress. This in turn left to the diversion of his eyes from the other once the kiss had been placed upon his palm. ]
Y... yes, of course. Certainly.
[ Perhaps it was a good thing for the both of them that Kogitsunemaru had suggested for them to clean up different areas of the kitchen. Mikazuki needed time against to compose himself, as rattled and wordless as he may be. He had accepted the cloth that the fox had handed over but... his hand may have lingered on the other's for more than necessary.
Everything felt so right, so good, he didn't want it to stop. The mess in the kitchen be damned.
He relented a moment later though, gently fingers sliding away from the other as his attention finally turns to the side. He'll be wiping the counter at this point, turning circles in the same spot multiple times. The sword's head was certainly elsewhere, and it was going to take a lot longer than expected for this place to return to its former glory. ]