[ The eye that stares back at him is bright and familiar; the slit pupil could belong only to Date Masamune. And the voice that answers him sounds as if it comes from the warlord himself.
The Tiger in Yukimura's soul rumbles, wanting to sink its teeth into Masamune.
Yukimura doesn't answer with words. He pulls Masamune closer, a hand on the small of his back and a hand in his hair, and claims his mouth with his own with hungry urgency. He kisses him hard and deep, and backs him up against the booth once again. His mouth is warm, and he can't get enough.
He presses against Masamune again, grinding his hips in search of friction. Masamune should easily be able to feel Yukimura's erection. ]
--Haaaaah, Lord Masamune... This garb...
[ Exhaling with a pleased noise, he tugs meaningfully on Masamune's collar. He needs to get out of these clothes, and Yukimura thinks he might just destroy them if it's left up to him. He doesn't want to make a habit of that. ]
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The Tiger in Yukimura's soul rumbles, wanting to sink its teeth into Masamune.
Yukimura doesn't answer with words. He pulls Masamune closer, a hand on the small of his back and a hand in his hair, and claims his mouth with his own with hungry urgency. He kisses him hard and deep, and backs him up against the booth once again. His mouth is warm, and he can't get enough.
He presses against Masamune again, grinding his hips in search of friction. Masamune should easily be able to feel Yukimura's erection. ]
--Haaaaah, Lord Masamune... This garb...
[ Exhaling with a pleased noise, he tugs meaningfully on Masamune's collar. He needs to get out of these clothes, and Yukimura thinks he might just destroy them if it's left up to him. He doesn't want to make a habit of that. ]