[ ignis can feel it, that joy thrumming in their connection, the pleasure when he tells him he loves mitsuki, and he meets his eyes with a soft smile, allowing him to steal a kiss.
he's leaning in to press kisses to the side of his mouth, his jaw, quietly doting on him. he nips at his jaw, his hands unbuttoning his shirt all the way. ]
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he's leaning in to press kisses to the side of his mouth, his jaw, quietly doting on him. he nips at his jaw, his hands unbuttoning his shirt all the way. ]
Mm, you confessed. Better how?