It should have been utterly ridiculous that Kuronue would even allow another to belittle him in front of the woman he sponsored, bought food, clothes and gifts for. Instead it was immeasurably arousing. The threat to beat him in front of her sparked a wild web of thoughts on probable outcomes. Walking became difficult.
Then the fact that they had to go shopping instead of being with her sunk in and he whimpered a little. But oh, how he loved it. He swallowed thickly. "Alright," he said, looking over at Yukimura. "Shall we take a port-key to Japan?" In the past he'd just port-keyed to Mamechiho's teahouse, asked for her presence.
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Date: 2011-08-22 12:03 pm (UTC)Then the fact that they had to go shopping instead of being with her sunk in and he whimpered a little. But oh, how he loved it. He swallowed thickly. "Alright," he said, looking over at Yukimura. "Shall we take a port-key to Japan?" In the past he'd just port-keyed to Mamechiho's teahouse, asked for her presence.