[One of Mithrun's hands stays on Kabru's face, while the other slides to the back of his neck, slender fingers curling into Kabru's hair. He might be forgetting to breathe a bit, between kisses - he certainly hasn't really noticed, yet.
If he's a bit lightheaded by the time Kabru takes things further, tongue and teeth brushing Mithrun's lip, there are a lot of potential reasons for that.]
'S fine. [His lips quirk, a faint, flushed smile.] We'll both need to-- to do other things sometimes, you know. But I'll gladly make a habit of it.
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If he's a bit lightheaded by the time Kabru takes things further, tongue and teeth brushing Mithrun's lip, there are a lot of potential reasons for that.]
'S fine. [His lips quirk, a faint, flushed smile.] We'll both need to-- to do other things sometimes, you know. But I'll gladly make a habit of it.
[Aaand he's going back in.]