#tddot4

Let’s go with TDD Polyamory then!

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When Ichiro and Samatoki kissed, it was always heated and aggressive. Samatoki would bite Ichiro’s lips whenever he had the chance, and sometimes Ichiro would bite him back. Their hands would always travel through each other’s bodies, seeking more contact, and they would often forget where they were if they were in public and be called out by Jakurai, who would be looking at them with a blushing face and an displeased expression. When they stopped kissing they were always breathless, but they would act as if nothing had happened and continue doing whatever they were doing before.

When Jakurai and Ramuda kissed, it tasted sweet. One would say Ramuda’s kisses always tasted sweet because he was always sucking on a lollipop or eating hard candy, but to Jakurai they were especially sweet. It was as if Ramuda’s lips were made of sugar and his tongue was melting like sweet syrup against Jakurai’s own. Kissing Ramuda was liking eating candy to Jakurai, and he appreciated every second of it. When they stopped kissing, Ramuda would always look at Jakurai smiling mischievously, as if they had done something they shouldn’t have done, but that felt so right to both of them that neither of them would care.

When Samatoki and Ramuda kissed, it was always a battle. Samatoki would often pin Ramuda against a wall or pull Ramuda into his lap so he could be on control. Ramuda would let him because it was amusing to him to see Samatoki thinking he had control over him. Samatoki would kiss him intensely, exploring every corner of his small mouth, as if trying to taste the sweetness spread in it, and Ramuda would let himself be tasted, enjoying how Samatoki would manhandle him, touch him everywhere, while his tongue and teeth devoured him. Ramuda would always give him the last bite, and then smirk showing him who was in charge, and Samatoki would pout.

When Jakurai and Ichiro kissed it felt like they were in a movie. Both of them were caring and kissed like they were with their soulmate—and maybe they were. Jakurai would held Ichiro by the waist, and hold him tightly, and Ichiro would put his arms around Jakurai’s shoulder, pulling him closer. Their kissed were always long and slow and they never knew who started it, but when they stopped kissing, Jakurai would always smile kindly, and look Ichiro in the eyes, as if telling him he loved him by only staring at him. Ichiro’s eyes replied in the same way, and when they separated they could still feel each other’s lips lingering.

When Ichiro and Ramuda kissed, it was playful. Ramuda wouldn’t miss a chance to say Ichiro was a brat and Ichiro was eager to prove him wrong. He ended up always proving him right instead. Their kisses were more like a bunch of kisses, one after the other, because everytime Ichiro tried to deepen it, Ramuda would withdraw with a smirk. He would do it plenty of times, until his own will to kiss Ichiro was stronger and he would deepen the kiss himself, making Ichiro lose himself in the sweet taste of his mouth. When they stopped kissing, none of them was satisfied, but Ramuda couldn’t give the brat everything he wanted at once, he would have to wait.

When Jakurai and Samatoki kissed, Samatoki felt like a high school boy with his first love. Jakurai always asked for permission first, because he knew the power he had over Samatoki, and Samatoki would always gladly give him permission. Samatoki would allow himself to be dominated by Jakurai, willingly giving himself to him, because Jakurai’s kisses were like heaven to him and he wished they would never end. Jakurai would always hold him tightly, as if afraid he would run away—perhaps due to anxiety?—but Samatoki never tried to. Samatoki would stay forever if given the chance. When they stopped kissed, Samatoki always smiled sheepshily, and Jakurai thought how out of character, and at the same time how like him Samatoki looked like.