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"Which colour 's better?" Kihoon wants to do thirst trap photos and he can't pick a lip shade.

            Upon being asked, Kisame simply stopped writing. Lowering the glasses and putting the accounting papers away; it was late in the evening and always at that time he did the finances of the store. 

            “ Hm? Ah! You’re doing another photoshoot? Let me think....”  Aware of Kihoon’s popularity in the internet, those type of questions were common on daily bases. Not hiding how it made him slightly happy to be asked about his opinion on the matter. “ There’s this one style you used....That was really cute. I even saved in my phone.” He quickly looked over his album in search of a example, sadly without success. “ Let me show you, ne.”             Kisame stood up, holding the chin of the young man with his hand which fingers squeezing gently the cheeks to lips became puckered. Peppering over the middle with the dark red-ish lip shade. Turning into a gradient as his thumb gently pressed down to mix colors.

        As the black vest fallen by the burly shoulders; same cloth that was nicely folded and put over the sandals he had taken earlier, Kisame questioned himself if Kabuto had heard his words. If there was a need to repeat. However the change in the dark iris told otherwise. A silent answer which followed by, in his eyes an hilarious connotation. Kisame wasn't believing what's his ears had listened, walking by the bay where the water touched the beach. Picking a handful of soaked sand.

        " Questioning an superior orders? I expected so much more of you, neee. Punishment time! "  

        The gentler way the taller man went back, pulled the collar of Kabuto and slapped that sand inside of the tidy shirt, backing off immediately. A enormous grin filled hiis face as knees touched the ground; already in mind which shape and form his castle would take. Big hands already digging down as it pilled up in one spot.

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Chooses to grope Kisame's chest. "Them some big titties, y' got there boss."

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"I thought it woul' be different!" Why did he ever hope? When every relationship veered off course. His heart crushed in the wreckage time and time again as siren cries filled the room. "I wanna be loved too."

       Muffled cries where heard by the whole extension of the hallway, gentle knocks as his voice called for the young man twice. Wasn’t the first, not second, not even last time that scene happened. Sometimes even asking himself if wasn’t a deja’vu or actually happening once again, another reason he didn’t allowed said lovers to visit their home. They wouldn’t last, so why lose time at all on remembering them?