[It wasn't like the source of Diluc's pain and rage was a secret between them— Diluc had shared this early into his relationship, but it still saddens Kazuha when his boyfriend makes references to it. Though there's hope in the man's words and it uplifts him slightly to hear it, a smile on his lips.]
It sounds like you have room for much more now.
[The samurai tilts his head into the kiss, his eyes closing briefly and his expression warm as he gladly receives his smooch on the cheek. Kazuha decides to indulge himself in a little more selfishness after, gently freeing his hands to help brace himself as he hoists himself from the couch cushion and slides his way into Diluc's lap.
It's very rare that Kazuha imposes himself on anyone this way— it's not quite like being picked up, which is under the consent of the person doing it. Climbing into another person's personal space is a lot more forward of him. The smaller samurai lifts a hand once he's gotten comfortable, his back against the arm of the couch, and touches just under the larger man's chin.]
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It sounds like you have room for much more now.
[The samurai tilts his head into the kiss, his eyes closing briefly and his expression warm as he gladly receives his smooch on the cheek. Kazuha decides to indulge himself in a little more selfishness after, gently freeing his hands to help brace himself as he hoists himself from the couch cushion and slides his way into Diluc's lap.
It's very rare that Kazuha imposes himself on anyone this way— it's not quite like being picked up, which is under the consent of the person doing it. Climbing into another person's personal space is a lot more forward of him. The smaller samurai lifts a hand once he's gotten comfortable, his back against the arm of the couch, and touches just under the larger man's chin.]
How about this then?