[The light pressure between Chuuya’s legs is enough to drag him out of his sleepy, now only slightly buzzed state, and he makes a low noise of approval in his throat. He’s definitely lucid enough to fuck, if a bit dreamy still.
There’s something in the way Mephisto says his true name that sends little shivers up Chuuya’s spine, and while the man looming over him could very well destroy him if he wished, Chuuya makes no move to throw him off. Instead he returns the kiss, the lazy movement of his lips against Mephisto’s quickly turning heated as he drags his teeth along the other’s bottom lip.
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There’s something in the way Mephisto says his true name that sends little shivers up Chuuya’s spine, and while the man looming over him could very well destroy him if he wished, Chuuya makes no move to throw him off. Instead he returns the kiss, the lazy movement of his lips against Mephisto’s quickly turning heated as he drags his teeth along the other’s bottom lip.
When he speaks it’s in a breathy whisper:]
Is that what I should call you?