[And he wishes he could say something cooler than that, but until he returns to the realm of the living he just can't manage his usual levels of smug. Surely Yukimura will forgive his lapse in wit.
He sucks his fingers clean without even making a fun little show of it, too impatient to get to the cuddling, which might just be his favourite thing of all. Especially when Yukimura fits so perfectly against or around or into any part of him.
Masamune brushes some of Yukimura's disheveled hair behind his ear and places a kiss to his temple.]
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[And he wishes he could say something cooler than that, but until he returns to the realm of the living he just can't manage his usual levels of smug. Surely Yukimura will forgive his lapse in wit.
He sucks his fingers clean without even making a fun little show of it, too impatient to get to the cuddling, which might just be his favourite thing of all. Especially when Yukimura fits so perfectly against or around or into any part of him.
Masamune brushes some of Yukimura's disheveled hair behind his ear and places a kiss to his temple.]
You are perfect, Yukimura.