"And I shall keep yours full, as well," Kusuriyuri more hummed than said. His own hands were tracing Kurama's shoulders and chest, his eyes closing as Kurama traced his markings. He still felt intoxicated, but it was settling into a consuming warmth, a need for gentle touches, slow exploration.
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Date: 2008-11-16 06:28 pm (UTC)