[Mitsuhide's shyness constrasts his bold words beautifully. An immense wave of potent desire crashes through Motochika; the force of his arousal resounds in his heated gaze and the low pitch of his deep, rich voice. The curve of his mouth is anticipatory.]
How could I refuse?
[He is more than happy to comply with his lover's yearning. Releasing Mitsuhide, Motochika shifts into a sitting position and brings his hands to his waist to eagerly untie his obi with deft fingers.]
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How could I refuse?
[He is more than happy to comply with his lover's yearning. Releasing Mitsuhide, Motochika shifts into a sitting position and brings his hands to his waist to eagerly untie his obi with deft fingers.]