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Sweet angel of defiance and disdain; why me, Kamui wonders —— as sublime merit melts underneath his meager affections. Fleeting kisses fluttering here, there, almost as if had he left his lips in one place too long he’d meld into him, and how discourteous that’d be for a lowly speck to immerse with such empyrean delight. Sinful as it were to indulge in the finest, he captures their sigh between his lips—— hovering after it’s over, fingers spread up the hem of their shirt.
Their warmth was addicting. His chest filled with a beating heat, hollow in an echoing cage as cotton left static throughout. ` Sandalphon, ’ A name uttered no higher than a whisper. ` Do you want me? ’ He asks simply. A certain intent underlies his tone, brows bent with a troubled press. It was that same ping of loathe that bathed him, ushering out of him, pooling the air and stilling the heat with unsettling humidity. ` Am I something worth indulging in? Am I . . Someone that you cherish? ’ He shakes with low vibration. ` ————Do you love me? Is. . . Is that too much to ask? ’