[ Fingers trace the shape of Tsurumaru's cheekbone gently, sweet and soft as the callouses on his fingers, from sword fighting, from all the fighting, from the harshness - and it makes him soften, nudging their noses, seeking more kisses. He laughs, he can't help it, so full of joy and happiness. ]
Thank you.
[ He's not sure what else he's meant to say, but he cups his cheek all the same, pressing a kiss to his nose, to his forehead, to his cheek, humming sweetly. ]
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Thank you.
[ He's not sure what else he's meant to say, but he cups his cheek all the same, pressing a kiss to his nose, to his forehead, to his cheek, humming sweetly. ]
Do you want me to carry you?