Kuronue covered Mamechiho's hand with his own, smiling in pure happiness. "I have something to give you, after," he said, pushing her hair back from her face, then pulling out the pins and the band that kept it up.
"Oh?" She looked up at him, somehow still managing to be demure with her simple yukata pulled down and aside.
He pressed a finger to her lips, watched what remained of her lipstick smudge. "Later," he promised.
He tipped forward, wings pulling in so he didn't knock any of the girls out, and brought himself down to Yukimura. "Thank you," he whispered when their lips where a mere hair's breadth apart. What would I do without you to support me? Even in a situation like this, Yukimura was helping him, healing him. He kissed Yukimura, kissed him with nothing but soft adoration and love. It was slow, and deep, more emotional than focused on the carnality of what had just passed what was to come.
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"Oh?" She looked up at him, somehow still managing to be demure with her simple yukata pulled down and aside.
He pressed a finger to her lips, watched what remained of her lipstick smudge. "Later," he promised.
He tipped forward, wings pulling in so he didn't knock any of the girls out, and brought himself down to Yukimura. "Thank you," he whispered when their lips where a mere hair's breadth apart. What would I do without you to support me? Even in a situation like this, Yukimura was helping him, healing him. He kissed Yukimura, kissed him with nothing but soft adoration and love. It was slow, and deep, more emotional than focused on the carnality of what had just passed what was to come.