[Scaramouche is gorgeous— even the way he leans up to meet his kiss seems elegant, his neck all too pale and slender. Perfect for marking. The other's bit of roughness only seems to help seize him with the desire to do exactly that. It's with a shuddering breath when they finally part again, the samurai's lips flushed pink from the eagerness of their kissing.
He smiles at him again, but it's far more mischievous than his smile before.
He slips a hand beneath Scaramouche's head, lifting it up from the dirt, but then he slides it just slightly downward, making his back and neck arch back. Kazuha drags his tongue down the pale skin, kissing him sloppily, before he fixes his mouth down and sucks hard at it.
The samurai knows from experience that this is uncomfortable slightly. His new boyfriend will just have to forgive him for how pleased he looks when he draws back and eyes the cherry red spot he left.]
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He smiles at him again, but it's far more mischievous than his smile before.
He slips a hand beneath Scaramouche's head, lifting it up from the dirt, but then he slides it just slightly downward, making his back and neck arch back. Kazuha drags his tongue down the pale skin, kissing him sloppily, before he fixes his mouth down and sucks hard at it.
The samurai knows from experience that this is uncomfortable slightly. His new boyfriend will just have to forgive him for how pleased he looks when he draws back and eyes the cherry red spot he left.]
No, they don't, but red looks very good on you.