[ If there's a tits out option he's choosing it? That's just science.
But ah, caught. Perhaps he's been cheating all along, watching his lover maneuver around with strangers and familiar faces alike. Most would be restricted by what they can see — a handsome silhouette, pretty eyes, a prettier smile. But for Kizuna, he can feel it all too. Every time Wriothesley's attention strays to him, no matter where he is or who he's with. Playing unfair, even as a matter of instinct or a determined outcome, also has its thrills.
When the other man catches up to him, he's sipping from a delicate champagne flute, bubbles strung across the curve of the glass like gold and pearl string from his neck to collarbone, down his sternum and into the long lapels of his jacket.
Dressed to match. ]
And ruin the game? [ Kizuna smiles, drawn to skin heat, his playful tone. ] I'd never.
[ Reaching up with his free hand, he cups Wriothesley's face, tilting it down to press a shallow kiss to his jawline. ]
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But ah, caught. Perhaps he's been cheating all along, watching his lover maneuver around with strangers and familiar faces alike. Most would be restricted by what they can see — a handsome silhouette, pretty eyes, a prettier smile. But for Kizuna, he can feel it all too. Every time Wriothesley's attention strays to him, no matter where he is or who he's with. Playing unfair, even as a matter of instinct or a determined outcome, also has its thrills.
When the other man catches up to him, he's sipping from a delicate champagne flute, bubbles strung across the curve of the glass like gold and pearl string from his neck to collarbone, down his sternum and into the long lapels of his jacket.
Dressed to match. ]
And ruin the game? [ Kizuna smiles, drawn to skin heat, his playful tone. ] I'd never.
[ Reaching up with his free hand, he cups Wriothesley's face, tilting it down to press a shallow kiss to his jawline. ]
Does this mean I win, by the way?