#{mitsu};

                Leave your draconian mate to melt and you’ll end up with a puddle of content goo in your lap, Mitsu. BD certainly had no qualms wrapping himself around the smaller frame before him in order to weasel out the rest of his stresses and aches of the day. His little love always had a way about making him feel a thousand times better just by existing, so who could really blame him for nestling up so comfortably to him? “You’re warmer than usual,” a hum in thought, he reached behind his head to gently smooth marred digits over the other’s hip and press beneath his clothing. “Yeah, definitely a bit warmer. Are you feelin’ sick, love?”