Ray looked curious when he saw Illi with a misteltoe. He moved over to him and smiled softly. „May I kiss you ?“he asked him softly gentle hands cupping his pretty cheeks moving to nuzzle him softly
Flushing heavily, but this was still all part of his plan, Illinois offered up his cheek the best he could. Raymon’s height, just like Dark’s, meant that the mistletoe was hitting gently at his face.
“It would be against the law if you didn’t~”











