[ It all lightens in the moment Kizuna gets dragged onto the bed alongside him, a short laugh dispelling whatever tension he had left. What remains is a gentle tangle of limbs, the ambient scent of him in the ruins of his bed among the others. But it's fine, he thinks, pulling in close enough to touch his brow to his bandaged throat, lashes fluttering against it. It's still him. Because of that, he finds himself leaning into that sweetness, eager for its presence in the wake of so much carnality. ]
Should I ask what you did to break your bed? [ Kizuna mentions with a playful click of his tongue. ] It's impressive that it's still so comfortable.
[ Kizuna loops an arm over Wriothesley's waist, one leg bending slightly at the knee to press between the boxer's. He rubs calves for the warmth and contentment of it. ]
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Should I ask what you did to break your bed? [ Kizuna mentions with a playful click of his tongue. ] It's impressive that it's still so comfortable.
[ Kizuna loops an arm over Wriothesley's waist, one leg bending slightly at the knee to press between the boxer's. He rubs calves for the warmth and contentment of it. ]