First 3 in the askbox get a kiss! 2/3

“Alrigh’, alrigh’. C’mere.”

Narrowly dodges a few. “Oh! That was awfully close!”

Unlimited data ftw

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q-3-d answered:

[x] –-> Hair:Yearning + Shoulder:Worry/Concern for other/Fear

Sleep sounded good. If only the city would quiet down for a bit maybe the younger man would be able to get a good amount of shut eye for more than three hours. The gentle touch of his hair gave him the chills, as sensitive and soft as a cat’s fur.

Sho huffed, he gave the cup of coffee a sideways glance then prodding at it. There was always a sense of homeliness to the cafe, probably because hardly anyone came around and it was nice and quiet.

“Do I really look like I’ve dropped into the negatives physically? I don’t understand how you haven’t kicked the bucket with the way you smoke those nasty things.”

“Might’ve somethin’ to do with bein’ an Angel and all.” And a couple of millennia under his belt probably helped with that as well. The lack of the other’s interest in the coffee had him reaching into an undercounter fridge and producing a small carton of cream.

Not everyone had good taste in black coffee like him.

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“Heh, would you believe me if I just said you?”

Sho growled, nuzzling his face further against the older man’s neck, grazing his teeth roughly from time-to-time. Sanae was quite shorter than Sho so it was fairly easy to get to his neck. The fact the other was allowing it so easily was new and the young reaper was going to indulge in his scent and touch.

“Obviously your power,” he added sarcastically. “I ain’t got (x) to be wasting on the small fry when I can just run my tail under your chin and turn you docile… or am I just lucky?” He sneered, wrapping his arms possessively around Sanae’s torso.

“It’d be easier to believe if ya were jus’ a tiny bit less power hungry.” The teeth against his neck made goosebumps spring up along one arm and the hair along the back of his neck stand on end. Some long buried fight-or-flight instinct likely screaming predator--run at him.

The arms around his waist pulled out an opposite emotion out, one of comfort, and that was the last thing he ever expected out of Minamimoto. Shit, when was he last time he’d been held? “Yer jus’ lucky. I wouldn’t get too used to that idea.”

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Everything in Hanekoma’s body tensed for a second at the first touch, fighting his first instinct down to lash out to protect himself. When had he gotten so jumpy? He’d been so focused on his work he hadn’t even heard anyone come in, his mental walls so strong he’d even kept himself in more than keeping anyone out.

When he recognized Minamimoto’s voice the tension slowly eased out of his muscles, shoulders dropping as he tilted his head slightly to one side to expose more of his neck. Unexpected, but not necessarily unwanted.