[Takatora shivers at the taunt, having expected Mitsuzane would give up once he was in this position. ... the fact that he hasn't isn't entirely unwelcome, but a part of Takatora really wants to fight him for control. He tightly grips Mitsuzane's hips in his hands, leaning down to press the other into a kiss so strong and desperate that it's practically bruising. When he pulls back, he follows it up with a short, sweet brush of his lips as a sort of apology.
... which is short lived, considering Takatora's mouth is moving along Mitsuzane's jaw, up to the top of his throat and alternating lightly nipping, licking, or kissing at various spots. He trails his attention down the side of Mitsuzane's throat, biting down a bit harder at his collar, though not enough to leave a mark. ... or at least not a long-lasting one.]
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... which is short lived, considering Takatora's mouth is moving along Mitsuzane's jaw, up to the top of his throat and alternating lightly nipping, licking, or kissing at various spots. He trails his attention down the side of Mitsuzane's throat, biting down a bit harder at his collar, though not enough to leave a mark. ... or at least not a long-lasting one.]