[Matoba doesn't move from the spot as Natori approaches. His usual, faux-casual stance of arms-folded in his sleeves endures unmoved, a gesture any outsider would take as relaxed. Natori surely knows better. An exorcist's tools must always be at the ready.]
[But oh, it's so easy to knock him off his guard just by existing, isn't it? And so the moment that the other man is in range, voice pitched low for privacy and thus a little too close, Matoba's hand darts out lightning-quick, a catpunch that twists fingers into hair and pulls him even closer--]
[(--He's used to this, too--)]
[--And bites his lower lip on the way in, a swirl of tongue into Natori's mouth to take a taste of his own. Like hell he's letting anyone else get first dibs.]
[Considering the taste for a fraction of a second, Matoba whispers on the edge of his lips:] If I was an ayakashi, you would already be finished. Tsk.
[He releases the other man again with a small shove disentangling his hand from blond, staring after him half-lidded with the typical sort of disappointment that his encounters with Natori now brought.] So Natori has been captured? How interesting.
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[But oh, it's so easy to knock him off his guard just by existing, isn't it? And so the moment that the other man is in range, voice pitched low for privacy and thus a little too close, Matoba's hand darts out lightning-quick, a catpunch that twists fingers into hair and pulls him even closer--]
[(--He's used to this, too--)]
[--And bites his lower lip on the way in, a swirl of tongue into Natori's mouth to take a taste of his own.
Like hell he's letting anyone else get first dibs.][Considering the taste for a fraction of a second, Matoba whispers on the edge of his lips:] If I was an ayakashi, you would already be finished. Tsk.
[He releases the other man again with a small shove disentangling his hand from blond, staring after him half-lidded with the typical sort of disappointment that his encounters with Natori now brought.] So Natori has been captured? How interesting.