[He feels that wash of emotion, that overwhelming feedback from Ventus, but now that he’s actually reached forward and taken it for himself? It’s a rush of feeling, one that has him kissing Ventus hard, nipping at his lips and digging his nails into Ven’s skin as he pushes himself flush against is other. He only pulls back when he grows short of breath, taking a moment to pant against Ven’s skin.]
Maybe I’ll just take what you owe me instead of wait for you to finish messing around.
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Maybe I’ll just take what you owe me instead of wait for you to finish messing around.