[Yukimura's the one who came riding in with his tits out from the get-go. If Masamune's a succubus, what does that make him? the one getting the succ.

Hearing it makes Masamune pleased as punch every time. The kind of pleased that deserves to be punched, that is. Mouth curved into a wide smug kitty smirk and all. He scoots closer, seating himself between Yukimura's legs, his fingers brushing over the scar he left. It's still bleeding, but that's fine.]

Take it easy. Here I wanted to try going nice and slow, but if you tell me something like that it's going to get me revved up in no time, too.

[Like he isn't already. Yukimura does it to him every time.

He steals a quick kiss... aaand the opportunity to pat Yukimura's crotch for curiousity's sake.]