[As the kissing slows to an eventual stop, it gives the samurai's brain a moment to catch up with him. His heart beats quickly in his chest, like hummingbird wings, caught between excitement and shock. He's still a bit breathless when Scaramouche draws back, curling his fingers around his hair, and Kazuha's eyes watch his face as he just spends a moment drawing a few heavy breaths into his lungs.
Oh, he's so pretty.
Kazuha's willpower wanes again after a moment and the vagrant leans in, pressing another light kiss against the other Inazuman's lips, then another. He'd probably not stop for a while if he lets himself, so he forces himself to draw back again, his head flopping against the soft earth.]
Would you believe me if I said it wasn't my fault this time?
[A certain immortal was to blame for the mess they've made right now. Though Kazuha takes full blame for the way he places a hand on Scaramouche's hip, rolling him over so his back is flat on the earth, one of the samurai's arms caging him in as he leans over him. His smile is warm, affectionate as he looks down at him.]
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Oh, he's so pretty.
Kazuha's willpower wanes again after a moment and the vagrant leans in, pressing another light kiss against the other Inazuman's lips, then another. He'd probably not stop for a while if he lets himself, so he forces himself to draw back again, his head flopping against the soft earth.]
Would you believe me if I said it wasn't my fault this time?
[A certain immortal was to blame for the mess they've made right now. Though Kazuha takes full blame for the way he places a hand on Scaramouche's hip, rolling him over so his back is flat on the earth, one of the samurai's arms caging him in as he leans over him. His smile is warm, affectionate as he looks down at him.]
I take it that the feeling is mutual.