S'not fair... [The murmur is out before he can think to stop it, the corner of his mouth curved in a barely concealed smile. His kiss is lazy and sure, like he has all the time in the world to dedicate just to the act of kissing Himuro.
But he also figures he needs to elaborate a little on what he means as his arms settle around the other's waist, hands laying against Himuro's back. Murasakibara can feel the heat of his skin through his shirt and sighs a little in a way that suggests he's just so put upon, having to explain himself. When would Himuro learn to read minds already?]
Murochin is really beautiful. [An observation--not quite meant as flattery or a compliment so much as just a stated fact. The sun is hot, the sky is blue, and Tatsuya Himuro is unfairly pretty.] But you play dirty. [Like climbing into his lap like this, even if this is what Murasakibara wanted him to do in the first place.]
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But he also figures he needs to elaborate a little on what he means as his arms settle around the other's waist, hands laying against Himuro's back. Murasakibara can feel the heat of his skin through his shirt and sighs a little in a way that suggests he's just so put upon, having to explain himself. When would Himuro learn to read minds already?]
Murochin is really beautiful. [An observation--not quite meant as flattery or a compliment so much as just a stated fact. The sun is hot, the sky is blue, and Tatsuya Himuro is unfairly pretty.] But you play dirty. [Like climbing into his lap like this, even if this is what Murasakibara wanted him to do in the first place.]