[ Perhaps Reign should have been more careful with how tightly he was hugging Mephisto, but he couldn't control himself and hold back. The head patting was nice, reminding Reign of those times after their play session, though this was entirely different. It carried a deeper meaning, a different weight.
He sniffled, nodding as he slowly pulled back, hands tentatively running through Mephisto's hair, petting his face. Part of Reign wanted to rail at Mephisto for breaking his promise, for not staying a little longer, but he couldn't find it in him to be angry. Mephisto was back and alive, and that was that mattered. ]
There's one thing you can do to make it up to me.
[ Without another word, Reign leaned in and pressed his lips to Mephisto's, perhaps a little harder than intended, the kiss full of his unexplainable and mildly conflicted feelings for the demon. ]
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He sniffled, nodding as he slowly pulled back, hands tentatively running through Mephisto's hair, petting his face. Part of Reign wanted to rail at Mephisto for breaking his promise, for not staying a little longer, but he couldn't find it in him to be angry. Mephisto was back and alive, and that was that mattered. ]
There's one thing you can do to make it up to me.
[ Without another word, Reign leaned in and pressed his lips to Mephisto's, perhaps a little harder than intended, the kiss full of his unexplainable and mildly conflicted feelings for the demon. ]