[Mithrun gladly lets Kabru push him down, holding onto the back of Kabru's head with a similar near-desperation. His mind is simultaneously rushing and going nowhere - he still has quite a lot to catch up on, to process.
Right now, though, that all seems like it can wait. Kabru is here, now, kissing him, and feeling anything like this - this much - is still rare for him. He's not likely to stop until he has to take another of his few and far-between desires into account.]
Mm. You should've. [He laughs softly.] I'm sure the 'me' there would have been just as receptive.
[And that promise sets off... something, in his chest. First a swell of warmth, a joy that borders on intoxicating - but it's not without temperance. I won't leave your side again.
He remembers the portrait in the bakery. Annette - a woman Mithrun never actually knew, who lived here, made her mark, and vanished. His thumb strokes Kabru's cheek, his expression settling on something bordering on plaintive.] Don't make promises you can't keep.
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Right now, though, that all seems like it can wait. Kabru is here, now, kissing him, and feeling anything like this - this much - is still rare for him. He's not likely to stop until he has to take another of his few and far-between desires into account.]
Mm. You should've. [He laughs softly.] I'm sure the 'me' there would have been just as receptive.
[And that promise sets off... something, in his chest. First a swell of warmth, a joy that borders on intoxicating - but it's not without temperance. I won't leave your side again.
He remembers the portrait in the bakery. Annette - a woman Mithrun never actually knew, who lived here, made her mark, and vanished. His thumb strokes Kabru's cheek, his expression settling on something bordering on plaintive.] Don't make promises you can't keep.