[It would be best to resist the urge to give in to Motochika's silent request... or, rather resist the urge to give in too energetically. Mitsuhide really does want to put his mouth to good right now, that urge standing strong above all others.]
[So he rubs his palm slowly against the fabric beneath his hand in a light tease, which serves as a rather nice compromise.]
Hopefully I can satisfy these deep desires, then.
[Leaning back in, Mitsuhide places a softer, brief kiss on the mark he has left before dragging his tongue down on a gradually descending path. This skin, this muscle and the warmth they give are all very familiar to him now, but no less precious for it.]
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[So he rubs his palm slowly against the fabric beneath his hand in a light tease, which serves as a rather nice compromise.]
Hopefully I can satisfy these deep desires, then.
[Leaning back in, Mitsuhide places a softer, brief kiss on the mark he has left before dragging his tongue down on a gradually descending path. This skin, this muscle and the warmth they give are all very familiar to him now, but no less precious for it.]