#delicest

Even if you turned the smooches in a make out session Derikku holds you by the waist and leans closer making you arch your back backwards.

   {♪} --- "Nn..." Delic groaned, fingers gripping at his twin's shoulders as he felt himself move back. Lips pressed against the same exact lips he adjourned himself - a strange sight to see for anyone passing by. Two doppelgangers holding each other in a heated embrace--

   Not exactly something you would expect to see on your daily commute.

   His hand fell back, fingers gripping the table underneath him as he began to steady himself. His other palm moved to the other's face, pressing itself against his cheek before he managed to pull away with a small 'pop'. A thumb traveled over his clone's lips, Delic's own eye's half lidded as he whispered;