[ What's more annoying is needing to move around so much to manage to get everything off. They haven't gotten to that point yet, but Himuro's already regretting that he'll need to get up from a spot he's currently settled and comfortable in. A spot he'd like to remain, but it's a position that blocks both of them from shedding anything below the belt and he knows they're unlikely to stop at just shirts.
Not with the way those fingers are stroking over his skin, making Himuro press in as he gently nips at Murasakibara's shoulder. The petulance earns a near smirk, both fond of him and pleased that he's not the only one with a bit of a possessive streak. ]
I get confessions sometimes. [ It's teasing, though he's not making it up. Himuro lifts his head, teeth finding Murasakibara's jaw to angle another light bite to his skin. ] Will you confront them?
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Not with the way those fingers are stroking over his skin, making Himuro press in as he gently nips at Murasakibara's shoulder. The petulance earns a near smirk, both fond of him and pleased that he's not the only one with a bit of a possessive streak. ]
I get confessions sometimes. [ It's teasing, though he's not making it up. Himuro lifts his head, teeth finding Murasakibara's jaw to angle another light bite to his skin. ] Will you confront them?