[It's annoying, having to go through all this trouble just to get to what's underneath. Like a present, only Murasakibara supposes he doesn't mind unwrapping those all the time. There's something to the mystery of it, but... THis isn't really a mystery. He knows what lies underneath Himuro's clothing even though that knowledge doesn't prevent the little thrill of excitement that coils in his stomach.]
Hmm... [Murasakibara makes a small, disgruntled noise. Now that he's said it, the thought of their teammates--or anyone else--saying things like that to Himuro makes his brow furrow. Himuro's mouth is distracting though and Murasakibara slides his hands against the other's skin in slow strokes, just feeling the skin and coil of muscle beneath. While they both tended to be on the 'tall and lanky' side, there was no denying that Himuro was powerfully built too. Underestimating any of them was always a terrible move.
He sighs softly, a huff of a breath, and grumbles petulantly] Nevermind. No one else is allowed to say those things to you but me.
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Hmm... [Murasakibara makes a small, disgruntled noise. Now that he's said it, the thought of their teammates--or anyone else--saying things like that to Himuro makes his brow furrow. Himuro's mouth is distracting though and Murasakibara slides his hands against the other's skin in slow strokes, just feeling the skin and coil of muscle beneath. While they both tended to be on the 'tall and lanky' side, there was no denying that Himuro was powerfully built too. Underestimating any of them was always a terrible move.
He sighs softly, a huff of a breath, and grumbles petulantly] Nevermind. No one else is allowed to say those things to you but me.