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A sweet kiss with a long, excessively ringing smacking holds the lips of those who hid from the gaze of others in a room full of pitch darkness and walking cold. Noir even has to stand on his toes to reach out and wrap his arms around someone else's broad shoulders; they even seem to listen to him carefully, bending lower and playfully biting in response to a dissatisfied grunt interrupted by another push in a narrow space. The guy only feels even more weak, getting lost; his knees buckled in a feeling of sweet bliss spreading throughout his body.
Tuberose unobtrusively grabbed the thin hips harder, forcing the lower one to close his eyes and tilt his head back even more – with a quiet laugh into his open mouth, he only picked up the guy, pressing the deceptively fragile body into the wall harder: to whom, to whom, but clearly he knows exactly what the future hired killer, temporarily assigned to him for practice, is capable of. Noir whimpered softly, rolling his eyes and convulsively squeezing the familiar shoulders of the elder.
Some kind of unobtrusive feeling pressed and irritated my thoughts, reminding me that something was clearly wrong here: but what it was and why feelings revolve around the problem, and not the joy of another meeting, it was impossibly difficult to understand, so the man only pulled away, touching kisses too gently compared to past actions-butterflies of the red face of a completely out of breath, red Melody with might and main.
Noir was silent, breathing heavily and swallowing several times in a row before the man touched his usually closed neck. The guy squeezed his trembling thighs, pinching the Tuberose between them and covering his mouth with his hand; not a single grunt or dissatisfaction escaped from his tongue, which made the elder wary.
Oh, so that's what it was about.
– Are you feeling some...jealous? – Jack got back up, pressing his forehead against someone else's and asking such a completely rhetorical question. The younger one shook his head negatively, covering his face with his second hand and weakly kicking his partner in the stomach.
Yes. Yes, he was jealous.
Tuberose laughed, literally tearing his palms from the shining eyes of his ward, before pouncing on his already completely bitten lips back, reminding him of something. Noir mumbled loudly, partly joyfully even returning his hands to the thin neck of the elder and giving himself up to the kiss again. He already knew the answer to his next question: "How did you guess? "Oh, a man could guess Melodis Jr.'s thoughts without even listening to him. The not yet fully hardened body betrayed the guy, telling everything about his master without anyone else's knowledge.
– You're the only one I have. The only one. Unique,– Tuberose's voice dropped to a loving whisper as he cupped someone else's cheeks with his long, thin fingers and turned Noir's face around like a doll, – do you think I need someone else?
Another deep kiss was greeted with dissatisfied lip biting, but the man does not complain. So, at least, he can know that his ward does not doubt the complete and irrevocable domination over the body and soul of the elder.