#oh...decisions

Jabber, who covers your face with kisses, all but your lips, a brutal tease. Fed up, you press your lips against his, and he takes it. He's indulging in your taste, as if swallowing your breath. You move away briefly before being brought back to him. He has yet to finish his work and you look so delectable right now, he thinks. You feel the cold rings on your face as he dives right in.

Zanka, who portays himself as stoic, is quick to shut you up with a kiss. You can only melt in it ,as all you can think about is him, him and him. A slight sharp pain interrupts your momentary bliss, as his teeth bites down on your lip. He pulls away, worried that he has hurt you, but you shake your head, urging him to keep on going. If his teeth can catch bullets, Mankira, your lips are no exception.