It depends on the decade, I find... but you're plenty mysterious even when I can figure out what you like, I think.
[they have zero concept of the idea of gap moe, but they do at least have a concept of their height, living in Japan for as long as they have. but it pleases them to hear him say it, which is really why they persisted. probably.
... they do make a faintly indignant little noise when Wriothesley boops their nose, though. cute.]
I can tell I won't change your mind on the matter... so I can accept being called cute, for now.
[ah, but that's a little surprising. he's more sensitive there than they would have expected, even considering their own circumstance... nails dig into shoulders and they exhale a contented groan of their own.]
You know... that really doesn't make me want to stop... [lips press to his again, abandoning the idea of too deep a kiss for now (truly, they really are too spontaneous sometimes) in favour of testing this newfound little factor. fingers shift to pinch and twist that nipple with slow, deliberate pressure, just the barest graze of nails joining the fun. not enough to get him going too hard (probably), but definitely enough to ramp up the anticipation a little higher.] I may not be aggressive, but if you're going to hand me payback on a silver platter... I'm not a saint.
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[they have zero concept of the idea of gap moe, but they do at least have a concept of their height, living in Japan for as long as they have. but it pleases them to hear him say it, which is really why they persisted. probably.
... they do make a faintly indignant little noise when Wriothesley boops their nose, though. cute.]
I can tell I won't change your mind on the matter... so I can accept being called cute, for now.
[ah, but that's a little surprising. he's more sensitive there than they would have expected, even considering their own circumstance... nails dig into shoulders and they exhale a contented groan of their own.]
You know... that really doesn't make me want to stop... [lips press to his again, abandoning the idea of too deep a kiss for now (truly, they really are too spontaneous sometimes) in favour of testing this newfound little factor. fingers shift to pinch and twist that nipple with slow, deliberate pressure, just the barest graze of nails joining the fun. not enough to get him going too hard (probably), but definitely enough to ramp up the anticipation a little higher.] I may not be aggressive, but if you're going to hand me payback on a silver platter... I'm not a saint.