"You should start at the beginning." Edgar said, starting to pull Isamu's shirt off, but not from a sexual desire. It just felt easier and better to connect, skin to skin. Edgar opened up his jacket more to make sure no cold leather or metal got in the way.
Not a sexual desire he says, sure, sure. There's this bridge for sale...
"There's never really a beginning, unless you count the first time I talk to someone. How about...do you remember that wimpy little Shinigami I had over once or twice?" Isamu splits Edgar's jacket open with his hands, exploring.
Only three? The most important things, or the most obvious, or...
"Sensual," Isamu picked up Edgar's hand away from his tattoo and dragged it lightly across his lips as he spoke. "Warm," he separated Edgar's index finger from the rest and sucked on it. He meant all senses of the word - emotionally, physically. "And generous."
He moaned a little into that kiss, unable to stop himself. Edgar was certainly getting him hot like this.
"Give me something, an object..." Isamu closed his eyes. "With only your mouth." It would have to made from dust first, but that just meant it could be anything at all.
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Choosing the 'on' option, Isamu settled in with a contented sigh, placing his arms around Edgar's neck. "Do I? Where should I start..."
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"There's never really a beginning, unless you count the first time I talk to someone. How about...do you remember that wimpy little Shinigami I had over once or twice?" Isamu splits Edgar's jacket open with his hands, exploring.
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"Hanatarou, right? He dated your clone for awhile...?"
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"Sensual," Isamu picked up Edgar's hand away from his tattoo and dragged it lightly across his lips as he spoke. "Warm," he separated Edgar's index finger from the rest and sucked on it. He meant all senses of the word - emotionally, physically. "And generous."
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"Stubborn, dedicated," A firm kiss, letting his tongue sink inside for a while before continuing. "Dreamer."
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He moaned a little into that kiss, unable to stop himself. Edgar was certainly getting him hot like this.
"Give me something, an object..." Isamu closed his eyes. "With only your mouth." It would have to made from dust first, but that just meant it could be anything at all.
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He left a piece of candy in Isamu's mouth.
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