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Give me a kiss
Send 'Give me a kiss' and I'll generate a number (1-12) 12. Last kiss (woahdamnthisisgonahurt)
Clear ran his thumb over the ridge of Isao’s knuckles, wishing he had the energy to reach up and tuck on of the loose stand of that still beautiful hair behind his husband's ear. However such movement was difficult for him now, limbs feel leaden. His energy had been steadily waning and Clear knew it wouldn’t be much longer, and by the tears starting to roll down Isao’s cheeks he could tell he realized it as well.
“Hey, hey...Isao we promised no tears~” His voice so still as gentle as it had been in his youth, the roughness in his tone from exhaustion more than anything. “You made my life wonder, from the day we met to right now. If felt no sadness with you, even when I got sick.” Holding his breath in order to grasp on to his strength he managed to reach up with a trembling hand to cup Isao’s cheek, urging the smaller man to lean down right at his level. Everything was starting to feel light and dark at once. He knew he needed to make the most out of the moment and pressed their foreheads together gently.
“Hold me close and hold me fast...this magic spell you cast..this is la vie en rose...” His voice, despite age and illness, still carried that same sweetness as always as he serenaded Isao one last time. He paused to kiss his lover soft and tender as his hand began to slip back to the hospital bed.
“When you kiss me heaven sighs.......and though I close my eyes, I see.......la vie en....rose....”
[ Text ] >> I suppose you could~ [ Text ] >> Just don’t leave your underwear behind this time please
[text] alright! sorry I did. [text] I’ll be there in a few
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Minty phressh.
Ribbons
He stayed still when Mink’s hand wandered over the fabric, his pale eyes scanning his face to figure out what he thought about it. That Isao liked wearing panties wasn’t a new thing, but he had gone all out with the set he was wearing underneath his clothes and a part of him couldn’t wait for Mink to see it, even if he was feeling a bit embarrassed. Isao gasped and his back arched from the shiver that pushed through him when Mink’s hand made its way into his pants, a breathy chuckle escaped him and he gripped at Mink’s shirt to keep his knees from going out underneath him. The reaction he had gotten wasn’t far from what he had been expecting while sliding the set on earlier, it might not have been hand made by him but he had figured something like this would be an appropriate surprise. He shuddered and licked his lips as they had gone dry from his sudden heavy intake of air, his gaze shifted and he glanced up at Mink with a hint of a smile across his lips. "It’s your present, you decide where you find it most appropriate to open it." He almost purred as he pushed himself closer. "Anywhere is fine."
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Mink was not an impatient man by nature. He found waiting easy to do, since things either came to him or they didn't. Steady and intense, he was all too content to simply take Isao's hand and lead him into the bedroom, slowly. However, let it not be said that he was immune to the effects of knowing what was waiting for him. For Mink, the anticipation was even more delicious.
He sat down on the bed, looking up at Isao with the serene gaze of a big cat at his ease. Almost reluctantly he reached out, pulling Isao closer by tucking his fingers just inside the edge of his sweater, stretching it toward him. His other hand joined the first and then he pushed Isao's sweater up and over his head. Mint green hair popped free with a jingle and a little bit of fuzz.
He took a deep breath and then let it out, smiling. Black net and hot pink ribbon, a bold look for his younger lover. The ribbon-trimmed hem was caught on the waistband of Isao's jeans; Mink reached out and rubbed it between his fingers, feasting his eyes on the filmy transparency of the fabric, the glint of Isao's belly ring and the way his decolletage now framed Mink's gift.
"It doesn't really match," he said out loud, his golden eyes twinkling as he looked up at Isao. "Does it?"
Bloodroot -- Bad End starter for flawlesslymint
The air was still; motes of dust hung suspended in the beam of his flashlight as he shone it around the room. Silently, he jerked his head to the right, indicating that Takemoto should take the right hand room while he inspected the left. The men roughly divided themselves, busting down doors, the crash echoing through the rooms.
A bed with dark curtains hung around it in one room, the other lined with darkened mirrors, and the air motionless in both of them. Mink scowled and walked over to the beds, peeking under them and finding nothing, not even dust bunnies. "Clear the rooms," he muttered in a low voice.
There weren't many rooms to clear: besides these two bedrooms, there was a shared bathroom, a parlor, a modest kitchen, two closets and a utility room. The same eye-bleeding checkerboard floor ran throughout, like some sort of sick chess game.
"Isao!" he yelled, and his voice rang around the room as he walked through the halls again, into the bathroom, where the beam of his flashlight glinted off a shiny silver lock on a long black box.
Kurisao, all of them~
[] I LOVE YOU TOO GHOST []
Behind the scenes
Send me ‘Behind the scenes’ for conversation between the mun and the muse
[ He's really cute. ]
You never use the word 'cute'.
[ I'm using it now.]
He's like eighteen and you're probably old enough to technically be his father??
[ He got attacked. He's defenseless. I can't leave him there.]
I... are you sure?
[ Life is precious. People kill too often, too quickly, for transient reasons.]
But you're prepared do whatever it takes, including killing or letting others die..
[ But I avoid doing it as much as possible.]