“there’s something wrong with me… all i want to do is just kiss you over and over, until both of us melt into one… is that so wrong of me?” hasu whispers against her lips, arms wrap around eru’s waist, soon shifting down to hips.. “what do you think, eru..?”
such intimate disclosures elicit a milk - warm response / it is so painfully raw, so unfettered, so freespoken, it renders the heir speechless. she is robbed of all sense at this unforeseen display of amorous familiarity, though in hindsight, she should’ve seen it coming from miles away. for a young woman driven by her sense of duty and responsibility, whose every action was governed by her preordained future, every spoken word dictated by obligations as the family head successor, this was one of the few and cherished opportunities to decide something for herself.
hasu’s gentle yet unhesitating pair of hands that found her hips withdrew a timid smile from eru.
' i fail to see anything unjust in your desires. i ... i implore you to be as outspoken and truthful with me as you're comfortable doing so ... '